In Memorium

“O say does that star spangled banner yet wave, o’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.”

I woke up at 7am on Memorial Day to the sight and sound of pouring rain, and instantly was struck with an inspiration for this poem.

I want to take a minute to thank all of the veterans and currently serving soldiers, as well as their families for what they have gone through, are going through, or what may come.  My dad was once a marine and I have several generations of military servicemen in my genes. But I couldn’t imagine losing someone to war. Thank you for your sacrifices and for remaining strong through all of the hardships. It is truly so appreciated, and know that you have so many people walking behind you on this journey.

On this day

Even God sheds tears for

The men and women who fought,

Who died,

To uphold the freedom of their nation.

These men and women paid the ultimate price, to protect,

To serve,

And to give future generations

A place to call home.

Soldiers lost their lives.

Families lost their mothers and fathers,

Brothers and sisters,

Sons and daughters,

Wives and husbands.

All of them are heroes.

All of them deserved better.

And all of them are remembered,

Honored, and loved.

On this day,

The people of this nation

Weep for those who’ve gone.

And God weeps for those they left behind.

This Town

This poem pretty much speaks for itself… Enjoy.

 

I stood for many sunsets on this roof,

watching the golden horizon exchange for the blue-black darkness of night.

I made more plays than I can count

on that softball field the next generation practices on.

There’s the cinema I worked in,

now owned by a new company.

This is where the local theatre used to be,

where I performed before it was shut down.

This place holds so many things.

My memories. My family. My childhood.

Unfortunately in this new chapter of my life,

there is no room in my mind for

this small town.

It has given me everything it could

but now it’s just not enough.

I don’t want to live and die

in this same Central Pennsylvanian lifestyle.

I want to broaden my mind.

I want to see the world.

I don’t want to constantly walk

on eggshells, pretending to be friends

with people who

ridiculed me

and treated me like I was nothing,

which is what I was until now.

Thank you, small town, for getting me here,

and thank you for your hospitality.

But I’m going onward and upward.

To new, and much greater things.

All my love,

Corrine.

 

First Year

“It’s something unpredictable, but in the end it’s right. I hope you had the time of your life.” –Good Riddance, Green Day

My freshman year of college ended with tears, bone-crushing hugs, and many exclamations of “I’ll see you soon.” I never expected that a small Pitt branch campus in the middle of nowhere would lead me down a path to meeting the most incredible group of people I know. Of course, I can’t begin the story from the ending.

I’m a firm believer in that things can happen for a reason. I definitely think there was a good reason behind my decision to go to Pitt Greensburg. Sure, saving a large amount of money and getting more one-on-one attention with professors was a big part of it, but there was a greater reason for my coming here. It was more in my comfort level, it was similar to Lewisberry, and it was an easier adjustment to being three hours from home. Going in, I thought I was going to sit in my room and never socialize, only attending the required events and keeping to myself. I was 100% wrong. My group of friends have brought me to realize that I can be myself and still have people who are willing to be around. Because of them, I am more open and sociable. I have been exposed to new thoughts and experiences, ones that I never would have gotten into before. They helped me to realize I don’t always have to be alone, okay, or strong. I guess it would help to say that we call ourselves the Sweatys, which consists of Becca, B, Brandon, Cam, Haley, Summer, and I. We have other friends too, but this group is like the core of most memories I’ve made this year.

Here are my top five favorites from my first year in college with my favorite people.

Surprise for Summer: All of the Sweatys gathered in 10fun to celebrate the birthday of the youngest in the group. Everyone managed to keep it a secret, which made it extremely easy to pull off, and Summer had no idea. Haley and I had managed to bake and decorate a cake, and with the help of B, blow up two bags of balloons to scatter the floor.  When she finally came home, we shocked her so much that she started to cry (happy tears, of course). We all laughed together, hugged, ate a homemade cake with way to much icing on it, and simply enjoyed each other’s presence. This was a night in which everyone was in high spirits, and I went to bed with a feeling of content. A picture is also posted above that embodies this college family and the night we spent in fun.

Sledding at Midnight: After the first of a few Mead House jam sessions, the Sweatys and friends from another room decided to go sledding in the fresh snow outside the building. We didn’t have real sleds, so we improvised and used trash bags, which worked just as well. This was the first night I felt connected to the people around me, a night in which I was reminded of how much I truly appreciated their friendship. We didn’t worry about how loud we were, how dirty and muddy we were getting, or what tricks we’d attempt. We just had fun. No stress over papers, or labs, or exams, we were just a group of college kids having a good time. This night reminded me that college doesn’t have to be about partying or drinking until your memory is wiped. It can be about having the time of your life and remembering it the next day, and honestly it is so much more fun that way.

Trips to Pittsburgh Parts 1, 2, and 3: The first time some of the Sweatys (Becca, B, Brandon, Summer, and I) went to Pittsburgh  for the day was a new experience for all of us. We tried new things, drank our weights in bubble tea, and gave Becca the chance to see the city at night from the overlooks for the first time. The second time was with Delaney, Lily, and Haley to see Disney on Ice. We may have been a little bit more excited than most of the little children there. One woman asked us if we were in the theatre club at school, we replied with “Nope, we just really love Disney.” We weren’t embarrassed when we knew all the lyrics to every song, and it was an incredible show! The third trip to Pittsburgh was with Becca, B, and Haley, and we did a little bit of everything. We went to Seoul Mart for Choco-pies. We ate salads as big as our heads at Hello! Bistro, got cute cupcakes from a small shop, and went to Point State Park and sat on the stairs near the water to talk about everything and nothing. All three of these trips were remarkable getaways from the stress of campus, and ended up holding memories that will last a lifetime.

Seeing Green Day Live: My aunt and cousin had an extra ticket to go see the iconic band, Green Day, and of course I accepted their offer. I grew up listening to Green Day with my siblings and cousins, so this was a huge deal to me. I never thought I would get the chance to see them in concert, but now I have their tour shirt to remind me that it wasn’t a dream. I chanted, scream-sang the lyrics, and put the rock on symbol in the air.  For the finale they performed one of my favorite songs, Good Riddance, and I started to tear up. I felt a sense of peace wash over me as the confetti rained down during the final chords. In that moment, I smiled to myself and realized that in this year, I’m having the time of my life.

Late Nights in the Gazebo: Oftentimes when we are bored, the Sweatys go for walks. We go to Twin Lakes, to the tree hidden in the woods behind campus, and at 2am we go to the gazebo next to the library. This has become a place of solitude. A place we can say whatever we want without being judged. We sing. We share secrets. We play our favorite songs at the moment. It’s just a place we can be under the stars and with each other. In that gazebo, I told of the darkest time in my life, something I never spoke of to anyone, not even my mom. My friends didn’t criticize me or look at me differently. Each one of them gave me a hug, and reminded me how lucky I am that things are better now. That very day, I knew. I had the greatest group of people come into my life this year. I found my people, and they made the biggest difference in my life.

So my advice to you, the reader, is this. Do your best. Be yourself. And choose to live your life and experience it rather than just survive. Do this, and you can find your people, too.

All My Love,

Corrine.