Here I am, blogging on my final week of college. My stress is low, and I don’t think I have any knots in my back yet. This is thanks to my lovely luck with having only two tests to take. The rest is just writing in the comfort of my bedroom with a cup of tea, or in my case right now, a garage. But either way, I’ve had a four day weekend, and plenty of time to wind down from the busy past week.
Feeling quite confident on the two tests that I do have to face this coming Thursday. I am not one hundred percent confident on my ability to get there at eight AM for the first time though. It will be good practice for next semester though, because that is what time I will be arriving on Tuesdays and Thursdays this spring.
As wonderful as it is working next to my boyfriend while he works as well blowing glass by my side, the garage is quite cold, and my bed is calling me. My bed is one of the things that got me through all the reflections, research papers, iseaerch papers, and speeches I had to write this semester. I am thankful for the doctors plush that make leaning over a computer for hours a little bit more bearable. And with that, I am now heading home to my bed to finish up the last of my blogs.
In the past 4 months the thing about me that has changed the most is that I no longer see things in black and white. Nor am I so quick to believe the things I’m told, even by those I trust the most. A little research can go a long way. I also do not care to judge anymore, no matter how hard it is to understand how someone could feel or act a certain way.
These changes took mindful changes to myself. They require me to see everything through the perspectives, or lenses as we’ve called them, of anyone involved in any issue. There is more than one meaning to truth. What is true to you may not be to others. Maybe by definition, but not to their heart or mind. It is not fair to tell someone the way they think is wrong, or that they should not feel the way they do. It is often due to the way they were raised, or it is just the way they are.
It is never a requirement to agree with anyone. You can be the way you are, but still you should not get angry when other people are only doing the same. That usually means that you will not always agree on things. Just understand this and you can live amid everyone in peace.
Something I will take away from studying Rocky Flats, and growing up 8 miles away from it, is that you should always research your cities history before you buy a house in it. And going around and asking people about the area doesn’t help, but going to a town hall meeting would be a great way to hear the honest downsides.
What the government tries desperately to convince you as truth, is rarely an honest truth. It is pretty easy to see trough bullshit. When someone can’t back up what they are saying with facts or sources, don’t believe what you are told. When the questions asked are being avoided, and the same thing is being fed back to you, don’t believe what you are told.
Checking facts can be tedious, but it can also be quite eye opening, Source checking can be the same. When we were asked this semester to try and find the sources listen in Kristen Iverson’s book, Full Body Burden, it was actually impossible to find almost half of them. That makes it difficult to believe what is told from that source, or see it as credible for that matter.
At Rocky Flats, there were major trust issues. With the workers and even more so toward the public. When taking the health risks into consideration, you would think they would be required to tell people what they were making at the “Rocky Flats Plant.” They didn’t even tell their workers what exactly it was they were developing. Nor did they warn them that they were handling very dangerous elements, or at least working very close to them.
Several cancers could have been avoided if they gave honest information to the citizens of surrounding housing developments and cities. There would still be more than plenty applicants at the plant. I’m sure this would only ward off about 40% of the potential buyers at most. Because surrounding Rocky Flats, there was also an issue with ignorance.
It appears in the situation where you can buy a beautiful large house for a good price, it didn’t matter what health risks were at hand. This could be simply demonstrated by simply walking around there now and asking what people think about living there, or bringing their dogs to plutonium contaminated dog parks. Some people truly live by the belief that ignorance is bliss.
This was asked of us multiple times throughout the semester. Every time I was asked this, my answer changed. In the beginning, my answer sounded something like “with love and passion.” Pretty vague. later on I added that you should always live the way you want, doing things to make yourself happy, and not to please others. This is all good and I still agree. My answer now is must more thought out. I want to live with love and passion and in a way that makes me happy, of course.
The difference now is that I don;t look to be content. I wish to always find something to challenge myself. Always be slightly uncomfortable until I achieve a new goal. Always be moving forward. Keep things interesting. Never mind being stable, I want to be adventurous.
I feel we ought to experience everything we have during this short life we have here on earth. Every experience is precious. I find it is easy to get trapped into one experience and want to continue that forever.The reason being, that is what makes us happy. But how do we know what else will make us happy if we never give it the chance?
Over the next few years, this is how I want to live. Constantly evolving and finding the true me. You cannot know your favorite way to live, until you try every life style.
I am at the point in life where everyone around me, including myself, is desperately trying to figure out what to do with their lives. The good thing is that I have in mind a multitude of options that I could see myself happily pursuing. With that, the only problem I have is narrowing down the options. Not only do I need to know what I am going to do, but how I am going to get there.
Things I know that I could see myself doing forever: Photography, traveling, scuba diving, protecting the planet, standing up for equality. I can make a career out of one if not all of those things. So why is it that I am so stressed out? Everyone has things they like to do, but how do you know if that is something you want to spend at least 50 hours a week doing for most of your life? I guess you’re just supposed to go with your heart and hope things turn out okay.
I am at the point in life where I must decide what is important to me. Option one is to do what I love, pursue becoming a photographer. Take a risk of living a life with a potentially very low income, and giving up my dreams of travel and going to festivals all over the world. Or option two, stay in school for another seven years or so doing something that will ensure a job and a quality pay check. I’m starting to think I would rather live simple and become a photographer. Who knows, maybe someday i’ll be working for National Geographic as an underwater photographer, spreading awareness of the devastating underwater effects of climate change.
When told to think, a million things come to mind. Events from the weekend. The tasks this week shall bring. All the things I will be asked to think about today. It can be overwhelming when there’s so much on my mind. It can also be a journey into the depths of my imagination.
My mind has been in new places lately. One of those places being Rocky Flats. A whole eight miles from my home where I have lived for the past 11 years. Only eight miles away , and yet a complete mystery until this fall. I was unaware that I was living very close to a former plutonium trigger plant. I recently found out that when the plant was running, cancer rates were sixteen percent higher for persons living in the neighborhoods in the outskirts of the Rocky Flats.
It is unsettling that there is little knowledge that the place even existed. Let alone the fact of what was made there. A big reason for people being so unaware is government secrecy. In the time it was a big issue, no one could know what was happening there. Now that it has been shut down, people do not care to inform the public any longer.
The thing that surprises me the most here is that they are building houses near it today. And there is no information on the dangers of moving there. You would think it should be a law that they inform people of what is in the soil. Lurking in the dirt, plutonium particles still remain.
What I am starting to think is that before you move, you better do you research. Real estate agents are quick to tell you all he great things about a neighborhood. But they may have covered up the dirt, that lies within the dirt.