Sometimes i dream. AKA– my friends kick arse

i have been thinking a lot about situations and people and all that non-sense. i have been thinking about what i want to do with my life and how it must somehow involve the people i love.

i was having a lot of Rent-esque moments while in Flagstaff… wondering “what was it about the night? Connection in an isolating age…”. i was thinking about how we all talked and how even though the room mates didn’t like me at all, they still stimulated my brain.

i was thinking about how we are all either in college or finished with college and are beginning it again, and how we all want to somehow change the world, but we don’t know how.

No one can plan on changing the world, but a group of people can forge a path to change.

But how?

i have these little fantasies about something subtle but grand. A way we can stay true to ourselves, write, photograph, direct, dig, study, psycologize, heal, create, and love and still bring change to others. i have these little fantasies of my friends and i telling truths while still educating. Inspiring others to question the world around them.

i have these little fantasies of us opening a charter school.

It is stupid, but it something i have been thinking about.

We’re all being quasi-Lloyd Dobbler with what we want to do as a career. We all want to do something on our own. We all want to forever use our brains.

Maybe i am too young and too idealistic. Maybe i am just trying to keep us all together. i am so afraid of hopeful times.

But, god, if you could just meet these people i talk about. They are brilliant and shinning and amazing. Students would be lucky to have them.

“For once the shadows gave way to light… for once i didn’t disengage…”