Sunday, July 10, 2011
|The gang in front of the market.|
But before everything begins, there must always be a bit of quiet time. Well, figuratively speaking. Today, my friends Kaan, Andrew, and Dylan accompanied me to the Ithaca Farmers Market.
The market itself was huge, as far as farmer's markets goes. And the location, at a steamboat dock near the river, was quite beautiful. I managed to try out my first Gyro (a traditional Greek sandwich), while getting an
|Gyros are cool.|
|Quite possibly the only ocarina maker I will ever meet.|
ocarina (a ceramic flute-like instrument) and tasting some of the locally-made ice cream, or in this case, a root beer float.
There were great shops around and the place was crowded, and got even moreso over time. My only disappointment was that I was not able to take the hour-long steamboat lake tour. But that is all okay, it is not a big deal. I had a fantastic time and I am sure my friends did as well.
|A massage train.|
Most importantly, I was able to watch the sunset from Libe Slope, which turned out to be quite beautiful. Teri agreed to come with me and watch, so it was a nice hour of conversation while night fell on us. We discussed what we would be doing when we returned, as well as other things, such as how to define the word corny (I believe it applies to cliche, not overly sentimental). I enjoyed every bit of it and I knew that this week would be fantastic. It seems like things are ending so soon, but in reality, there's still an entire experience to go through. No need to take things slow.
Unfortunately for me, I had a long day. My long day however, wasn’t long in as good a way as Terilyn’s, although there were definitely some positives to the day. This was supposed to be a nice relaxing day, and based on most of the things I ended up doing it should have been. Although I did finish what I think is a pretty good Plato essay about his criticisms of democracy, which covered the “fact” that few were able to rule as well as Plato’s belief that freedom is actually the downfall of democracy. That took a few hours though, despite the fact that it was only a revision of my first draft, since my TA Vijay asked many questions which helped me delve much deeper into Plato’s main themes then I could have expected to do on my own, so I am already enjoying the college experience of having TAs whose sole job is to make your writing or comprehension better.
But back to my day, after a good five hours walled inside my room working only on my essay, and after I turned in said essay of course, I headed out to play more kangaroo (an interesting basketball game), which is quickly growing on me as one of the most enjoyable games I have ever played. After a nice round of basketball it was time for dinner, and just as the previous Cornellians had said, the food happened to mysteriously get better when the alumni arrived.
Anyway, back to how this should be relaxed day that consisted of really me just working on my essay and playing basketball (oh, and pool of course) ended up being stressful, it finally dawned on me that we’re entering the last week here! While the number one reason behind my concern was obviously the fact that I simply don’t want to leave here, I also just realized that I’m now entering a finals week in which two assignments will count for 60% of my grade. Let the stress begin!
When the actual event began, many of my classmates and friends were well underway providing massages. I kept in mind that this assignment was to allow us to get into the service mindset that makes many hotels and stores so successful, and from the start, my attitude completely changed. While I can often be wild & crazy, I ended up becoming proper and reformed with a good posture and hands folded behind my back as I walked around our area. My voice also morphed into something warm and invitational; something people want to hear when they're greeted.
Amusingly enough, even students not part of the Hotel program volunteered to help.
I perused the various stands, admiring all the handiwork of various local artists and craftsmen and women. I bought myself a wrought-iron necklace in the shape of a treble clef. I enjoyed the fresh breeze of the fingerlakes. I ate fresh blueberries. I had the time of my life. I find myself talking like the main character in the psychological thriller I just saw, "The Fight Club." It blew my mind, and I have to commend once more my peers who are enlightening me with movies.
But honestly, I was really in awe of the organization and pure beauty of this farmer's market. Making my way home with regret, I fantasized about attending college here at Cornell and being able to get fresh fruits and vegetables here every weekend. After I got home, I touched up my essay to turn in my second draft, and just relaxed. Now, I'm turning in to begin my third and final week here at Cornell.
I cannot believe how fast it has gone by! As much as I am homesick, these last two weeks have been some of the best times in my life, and I am not looking forward to leaving Cornell and all the friends I have made here.
Regardless of having a below par, in my opinion, camera I got some pretty nice shots at the farmers market today. I didn’t buy anything because I had eaten before going, HUGE mistake because dinning hall food < farmers’ market food. Oh well. Here are some my my shots from the market:
After the farmers market I came back to revise and look over my first draft of my second draft to make it second draft material. I am a little nervous to turn it in to be honest. The last essay we had to write, I went to office hours to get a better understanding of what my TA wanted and then he got upset because he felt that I hadn’t incorporated all of his comments into my essay. This time I really tried to write down everything he said and to put it into my essay so he will be proud of me. I guess we will see soon enough what he thinks about it.
As the final countdown begins I am starting to realize how much I am going to miss being ‘in college’. I am really going to miss, as weird as it sounds, doing my own laundry in the basement, making new friends, my dorm bed, and the food. I know I have complained about every single thing I just listed but I am pretty sure I am going to miss it all. The experience has been great and I am not sure I am ready to go home.
Off to the workout and to turn in my essay. Until tomorrow, Over and Out blog readers.