School Pride Essay.

People ask me nearly every day: Why do you love Paul Smith's College so much? What makes it so special and unique from all the other schools you could have gone to? Well, I am here to put the thoughts and wonders to rest. When I first decided to visit PSC I was 16 years old. My father and I pulled into the campus and immediately I felt at home sweet home. The college is located in the Adirondack Mountains and is surrounded by woods, water, and pure nature life. The campus defines nature and its meaning and that in itself speaks a world of vibrancy to me. PSC is partly a culinary school, which is the main reason I was there to explore the possibilities. My dream was to become a baker and it was also my deepest passion. I needed a college where I could feel at home yet also be able to really buckle down and learn what I needed for my future. The chefs I met that day were welcoming and warm; I knew that I would be a happy baker at PSC. The motto for the school is, It’s all about the experience. The school holds true to this saying. Within the first two weeks of my freshman year I witnessed a few of my peers gutting a pile of fish outside of my window that they caught not even 10 minutes before. Not many schools do you find that. Not many schools can you walk out of your dorm in your chef whites at 6:30am to find the sun rising behind a mountain across the lake. Nor would you see deer, blue herons, and wood peckers every time you would go for a run in the woods behind your class buildings. PSC is made for those who thrive off of nature and who have a passion for learning. My love for running grew as I ran through mountains, rivers, and brush. Being active, healthy, and happy pushed my GPA to a 4.0 in no time; my physical and mental being affected everyone and everything around me. I love lying on the rocks on an island in the lake and watch the stars at night. The view of the sky is something you would be able to see nowhere else besides the Adirondacks. Being at PSC has made me appreciate the smallest and most beautiful things in life… the things that make everything else matter. PSC is my home; it is a college where I can focus, learn, love, and thrive. It is a place I will always feel welcome at and a home I will always need for a peaceful mind and heart. 

-Anastasia Hull

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Friday Night.

I've kept to my xanga for quite a while... I've been diligent with it, truly. 


But to be honest, I miss this blog. I feel like the atmosphere is different and it opens up doors for different entries than my xanga would. Don't get me wrong, I love my xanga. And a lot of good times and posts are on there, waiting for me to re-read again and again. 


Yet I miss this. Therefore, I'm going to pay it some heed. I am just going to post my xanga post here... I don't feel like writing another. 
And anyways, it's what's on my mind. Also a massive headache, but I will pretend that's not even there. Here it is:

That feeling where you feel like your body and your heart are in different places. It's kind-of awkward and just... not normal. I don't like it. 

That feeling where you just can't describe it to someone without letting a waterfall of tears pour out of yours eyes.

That feeling of frustration because life can't go the way you want it sometimes.

That feeling of missing someone so much it hurts.

That feeling of no control. 

That feeling.... and all the other ones combined.

Makes me want to crawl up in a ball in the corner of my bed and forget everything else for a while.

Tomorrow I'll wake up and feel refreshed and stronger and more excited about this summer.

But right now? Right now I want to be alone and just rock back and forth to think. About everything.