I couldn’t help but mediate my freshman year in college when seeing the stampede of new freshman moving into the Gymnasium to get food, signup and learn about certain clubs/programs on campus. It’s funny to remember when I first came to UCM, scared out of my mind. Thinking I could never become comfortable with this new astrosphere around me. Seeing possibilities of failure stacking against me, little did I know these fears would soon vanish in the air were they belong. Seeing their faces full of excitement, awkwardness, hunger, and having their parents close by for parental protection. I saw this freshman in me. First feeling ready for college, but at the same time to shy to speak up in class, or ask for help. However, slowly you start to realize that speaking up does mean the end of the world, and you find those friends who will stay by your side no matter what, and who will discuss for hours random events concerning the world, and are lives. You find the passion that motivates you to keep going until the end, through bad grades and finals. And than one day your standing at the Amnesty International table, three years later. Feeling empowered, confident and able to speak my mind of issues bigger and more complex than I will ever know or understanding entirely. And just as I look at these freshman, and them at me. One day they will find the thing that makes them comfortable and confident in themselves. But until than take a breath, and have fun in this world we call, LIFE/college.   

I always considered myself intoned to the latest forms of communications, connecting and informing myself about the world, by using various networks like facebook, youtube, and NPR. But today I became a member of Xanga, and wiki, and to tell you the truth it was sort of wired from me to do so. Both programs are very helpful, but I couldn’t stop feeling that once I became a member I would no longer she forms of communication the same way. Which in my case is a good thing.