It's been one week since the Endgame occurred and I'm still sorting through the detritus left in it's wake. To cut out an entire portion of who you've been is difficult, getting rid of everything that is left behind while trying is crucial. Funny enough, the world didn't end after the Endgame. All those Chicken Little's who cried "The sky is ( Read more... )

The shadows were growing long as the sun sank behind the buildings that adorned the skyline of New York City as the five buses from Carlisle pulled into the dock for the cruise on the Hudson River. By this time, I was feeling withdrawn and pensive, not really up to conversation. It might have been because I’d been active all day and was sort of ( Read more... )

I woke up at 4 a.m. on Monday May 24 knowing full well by the time the clock struck midnight, the Endgame would be over and I would be restored. It’s a curious sensation, to know even a brief part of the future, not having lived it. To know the events as they are laid out, knowing what people expect and fear, and to completely disregard those with ( Read more... )

In middle school, during the teacher talent show, I think it was sixth grade, around the time of First Strike, Botkin sang “The Rose” by Bette Midler. I remembered it then and continue to remember it to this day. After I tragically lost Regina, when I fell into the Year of Hell, the moments of peril where I nearly snapped, and those brief instances ( Read more... )

This weekend was marked by a sustained reflection and quiet inventory of my mind and self. Doing my best to go forward in all regards has proved difficult due to the stubborn streak of my inner child. He does not want to grow up. He wants to remain the big fish in a small pond. He wants to stay in the safety and security of high school. ( Read more... )

I’m still living in the shadowland of doubt with regard to many unresolved issues in my life, dealing with the accumulation of sin on my conscience. There’s a certain urgency that’s gripped me in recent days with regard to the world at large, with specific regard to Carlisle itself. High school is almost over. That’s meaning more and more each time ( Read more... )

Today I started amidst the theatrics and pervasive gray of a storm. The day ended in a similar manner, but with a different tone. It's curious on occasion to see how easily perceptions change, even over the course of a few hours. The exposure to people helps to influence judgment and the way in which we look to the world. Some days it's hard to ( Read more... )

Stress is beginning to mount. So many projects in my life are nearing the boiling point and I'm starting to redline on the All-I-Can-Handle meter. Between Barrick's roller coaster project, which still requires calculations and analysis with physics terminology to the extreme; Wagner's Fore Bearers heritage project that I haven't begun yet, mostly ( Read more... )

"Are people born wicked, or do they have wickedness thrust upon them ( Read more... )

I decided from the moment I woke up that I wasn't going to see Kelly the whole day. At 4:30, in the shower, it made sense. The resolution stuck in my mind and I figured it would be feasible. Hershey Park is big enough for the both of us. We're doing two different rides. We have different groups with different schedules. What could possibly throw us ( Read more... )