i absolutely love to learn. unlike most college students, i'm not just here to party every night and barely scrape by. my english professor, dr. kaylor, has served as such an inspiration to me. when he was eighteen, he ran away to europe and lived in Germany and France for eight years. during his lifetime, he has been to over twenty countries, become fluent in four languages (that i know of), written books, and so much more. when i'm older and i look back on my life, besides obtaining all the "normal" desires of family and love, i want to see that i actually went through my life ALIVE. conscious of the things happening around me. i want to look back and know that i was in touch with nature, and i read literature that actually meant something. i want to be able to read books upon books of poetry i've written, and i want to look back and know that i lived my life obtaining knowledge. i want to travel. i want to be fluent in more than one language. i want to experience other cultures besides that of America. i want to be able to remember the way the sunset looks, the way the wind blows my hair when i sit by the pond and write. i want to remember the smell of coffeeshops, the smell of spring, and fall, and summer. i hope that i will be able to look back and remember all the times i sat outside thinking, writing, and reading. i want to know that i'm not just living this life going through the motions of waking up, getting dressed, eating, working out, talking on the phone, and going to bed just to wake up and repeat the cycle again. what kind of life is that? i wish to never allow myself to get caught up in the mundane day-to-day way of living. WAKE UP AND LIVE!