Sunshine & Surrealism;

There are certain days where you can walk outside and feel the happiness resonating. It's rather intense, but once you surpass the anomaly, the feeling is surreal. I wouldn't categorize this experience as the result of a perfect day; however, there is definitely some perfection involved. The colors of the world are vibrant and pulsating, rich and deeply beautiful. There is an extreme texture to the trees, the grass and the sky. It seems more than 3-D, like some alternate plane of shapes and colors is making a brief appearance to the world in which we live. Everything is more intricately defined and energetic, jumping into eyesight rather than gazing past the retina and into the mind in order to determine what the object before you actually might be. You need no second thoughts. It just is. And it hits you in the most pleasant manner, like being submerged in a swimming pool with all the force of the water pushing against your best efforts to move forward. You struggle, but the sensation is more than worth it. That's what the colors are; forceful and entirely worth it. 
That is how today felt. And I won't say that I wish that is how everyday felt because I don't. That would detract from the magic, which is a notion I find most people to disregard. Not everything can be good because then there would be no definition or differentiation between the bad. There would be nothing to compare it to, and comparison is everything. That is how we decide our dislikes and our passions. It is an entirely essential factor of life. But for now, I am glad today is, in essence, perfect. And even though I know sometime in the near future I will be feeling the exact opposite as I do now, I'm not hesitant because I know another pallet of colors is waiting for me when I walk outside one day. A day when I least expect it. And for that I find hope; for that I find comfort.

A wave of the hand;

A new setting, a new course load, a new life, and I have never felt so at home in my own skin. Knowing that I made the absolute right choice for college is one of the most comforting prospects in my life right now. I couldn't be more content with my decision to come to Oglethorpe. This is the first thing I have done correctly in such a long time. I'm not good at managing my life, and now I feel as though I am becoming more acquainted with the accuracy associated with my current decisions.

I am...dare I say it...where I am supposed to be.

I like being on my own. I like arriving and departing as I please. I like going to class at certain intervals that rotate daily. I like being surrounded by intelligent conversations and people reading books under the trees. And I like calling educators "Dr." Being taught by those who specialize in the field in which I am taking classes excites me because I know I can conjure up some really meaningful conversations and discussions, and my purpose in life can only propel forward at record speed.

I have never wanted to learn so many new concepts and styles and theories.

I truly feel as though I am coming into my own,

and it is only the first week.

Letters of Love;

I write because I want people to somehow feel my exact sentiments in a moment of uncertainty or absurdity. I write because I want to share my thoughts with the minds reading my inscriptions. I write because I want to put descriptions to impulses or ideas that may be difficult for others. I write because I want people to know the beauty of words again.
But right now I'm not sure I want others to know how I am feeling in response to his demise.
For those who are unaware, my 9th grade World Geography teacher is in critical condition, and his last weeks on Earth have brought a wave of despondency on everyone. Cancer is the worst villain I have ever encountered via a loved one. My grandmother died last year as a result of cancer, and now Mr. Fowler is fighting for his life against this monstrous threat. Nothing about this is fair. Nothing about this is right. Nothing about this is justified.
A wife and three children under the age of three are going to suffer endlessly; A school filled with students, staff and teachers are going to be without a wonderful mentor and colleague; A mother and father are losing a spectacular son; And the world is saying goodbye to one of the most genuine and caring individuals to ever grace its surface.
Dear Kids,
I want you to know that your father changed my life. I want you to know that every day he taught me something new regarding the geography of the world, I became more inspired to travel to the places he would talk about and experience new surroundings. I want you to know that he was one of the greatest men I have ever known, and I am eternally grateful to have had the opportunity to know him at all. He was happy. There wasn't a day I didn't walk by his classroom that he didn't smile at me or crack a joke. And while the majority of these jokes were barely funny, I laughed because he laughed. I laughed because he knew they weren't hysterical by any means but said them anyway despite his reputation in the comedy world. That was one of his greatest attributes: his selflessness and ability to disregard negativity in people. He took risks and loved what he did. He was an inspiration to most of his students and the tennis team. He was a friend to his colleagues, but the most stand-out quality that resonates in my mind was his everlasting love for his family. Pictures upon pictures cascaded along the walls and shelves in his classroom- pictures of beautiful babies in the arms of their equally beautiful mother. You were all his greatest success. He knew that. And he wants to see you succeed as well, no matter what difficulties you may face in life. Know that he is proud of you. Know that he cherishes you. Know that he loves you with everything he could possibly feel. You are incredibly lucky to be able to call your father Jeremy Fowler.