Tonight I did what folksingers do reflection.

“I’m just a very primitive, infantile folksinger” 

                                                                              -Robert Wyatt

“Tonight I did what folksingers do” Is a Poem about a man that sings in bars and taverns, he writes songs, sings song, and desperately needs and wants one to “take root”. In other words, he scatters them around, hoping for one to become famous. He is not too different from a farmer, an analogy used during this poem. He scatters songs instead of seeds, waits for them to become famous (Which for now they haven’t) instead of them taking root. I like the way you can understand the persons humble, but somewhat desperate life, and if I didn’t know Mr Fitzsimmons, I would already like him. It’s heartwarming in a way, to know that a humble and peaceful life, can sometimes be even more enjoyable than that of a hard-nosed hard-working one. It seems that, if you do what you want to in life, making a living off of something you love, then you can live life to the fullest. Something about travelling around, playing songs well into the night has great appeal to me. I can imagine waiting for the “Seeds” I scatter to hopefully give me fame. But for now, I simply wait, enjoying life to the fullest I possibly can. Play, eat sleep, repeat. One who lives the life of a folksinger gets into these routines, and enjoys the little things in life, and brings joy to the people around them. Just like a farmer, who plants the seeds amounts the earth, desperately hoping that they can survive the devastation down there. If they grow and sprout to full maturity, then at last the food it brings can bring joy to themselves and countless others.

Dan Zanes Relfection

”Without music, life would be a mistake”

-Friedrich Nietzsche

I was lucky enough to read Dan Zanes earlier today. Not only was it the best essay I could find to reflect on, but it was also a good story. It’s main purpose was to make the reader reflect on what they had read. Reflect on good experiences, and how they always seem to end too quickly. Then again, it is also a good thing that they don’t occur often, otherwise they wouldn’t be special, or good anymore. One of the highlights of my life also occurred at Windsor Mountain, it involved sitting at a campfire with my grade, sitting, listening... Good memories come and go, but it is best to let them go, rather than suck the joy out of it until it is routine, not a hobby.

What Would I do If I Were A God?              "Alone we can do so little; together we can do so much."

– Helen Keller

Something I have been thinking about since the very beginning of my memory is, what would I do if I were a god. It’s a very narcissistic thing to say, but if I were a god, what would I really do?

Bondage on Windsor Mountain

“With fools, there is no companionship. Rather than to live with men who are selfish, vain, quarrelsome, and obstinate, let a man walk alone.”

-Buddha 

The sky let torrents of rain upon us as we scampered from the bus to the cabins. We were all lugging our belongings, learning the hard way of what life would be like for the next three days. We opened the door to our cabin and all of us started setting up our things. But this reprieve from our torment wouldn’t last long, for as soon as we were just getting settled, it was back to the rain. As we legged it to the meeting hall, the screams of the imaginary dying filled my ears as the shells of water droplets slammed down to earth all around me, I looked to my companions, Mr Fitz’s advisory, and wondered how we would ever survive here. 

The chocolate sparrow

”Summer would not be summmer without ice cream.”

-Unkown

Inside of the small town of Orléans, cape cod, there is a excellent, stupendous purely natural ice cream shop known as the chocolate sparrow. As someone who has a nut allergy, I rarely get to have even the slightest amount of ice cream at these shops. But the chocolate sparrow is nut free. This means that, if I want to, I can have a chocolate ice cream cone, something that I literally cannot have anywhere else in the entire world as far as I am aware of. I can also have it with one of a wider than average selection of Ordinary ice cream flavors. So when I finally sink my flappers into that cone, taking some ice cream with it, I can already feel the summer nostalgia setting in. Especially in the winter, when I’m depressed and huddled under a blanket, I remember the taste of that ice cram and it brings the faintest of special smiles to my lips. Even after I finish it, I already miss it. After 365 day when I start the ten mile bike ride from the campsite to Orléans, I look forward to it with such pleasure that I can end up salivating hours before. Then, after having it again that year, I leave with a frown on my face, knowing that it’d be even harder to cope with it in January.

Elliot Johnson

                                   Companionship

“It is literally true that you can succeed best and quickest by helping others succeed” 

-Napoleon hill.

Ever since my very first day of Fenn, I have noticed buzz and unique energy it has to it. On my third day of school I made my first friend, and I haven’t ever been lonely since. You see, my favorite slice of Fenn life is the companionship and comradeship that one received as soon as they step inside it’s glorious doors.

                       Journal entry #1

                                   “In every walk with nature, one receives more than he seeks.” -John Muir.

As a cool breeze tickled my face, with a wide panorama laid out before us, we had done it. This past weekend before school I went to Mount Desert island. I had been there once before, but since I was little I didn’t get to do any hikes. This time, in celebration of my 14th birthday, we went to Acadia for Labor Day. We ended up gong on so many fun, but challenging hikes, so much so, that when we came back on Monday my legs ached the entire day. (Although it coud have been the long car ride. Eventually, we decided to go on perpendicular trail (A must if you visit the island) It was the best hike I’ve ever done, we started walking on a trail called the long pond trail, ending up about a fifth of the way down the pond, then, the ascent began.