Classes

So, I'm really glad we have this blogg to write in today. I am currently in my engineering workshop, and this class could not be more boring today. Usually work shop isn't bad; we do a lot of activites in the class, and because I'm an engineer, I tend to like a lot of the dorky activies. However, today is a lesson on design, and how to decide which solution to your problem is the best solution. I'm bored out of my mind!!! I've spent 7am till now studying for a chemistry test, so I'm dying for some entertainment or human interaction. I thought I might have gotten it in this class, but that is not the case. So, I ame up with the great idea to write in the blogg. This is what I like about writing. You can talk to someone, even if you aren't exactly talking to someone. With writing, you can escape, enter into a different world. Its just like reading and dipping int a subconscious where you've entered inside the plot of the book (for a good book). And whats so great about writing is that you not only escape, but you can create the world at which you wish to escape to.
Right now, I picture myself at the beach: The sun is warm, I feel the rays being soaked up by my body, and my core temperature warms up from the cold temperatures of Blacksburg it left behind. I'm on a towel, lying in the sun and I can feel the sand molding against my body, as though I were laying on a cloud. All the soreness from working out and hauling textbooks and my lap top around campus is suddenly gone, and I feel so relaxed. As I breath in the fresh salty air I feel a slight breeze against my skin, but I do not feel cold. The suns rays are a blanket over my body, so the breeze delights me, passing the smel lof the sea under my nose. I open my eyes and view the magnificent color display across the sand. I am at a beach called Emerald Isle, and it is know for the fantastic sunrises and sunsets. The ocean is a light shade of emerald in the shallow water then grows to a strong green blue. The crash of the wave is innocently white, calling me to run into the ocean and become a part of the sea. I turn around, and the seen behind me is almost as beautiful as the one in front. Many sand dunes cover the beach, with sea grasses sprouting up from their tops. The grasses dance in the breeze and the colors of light are reflected in the sand, a work of art. The sky is a brillant display of colors. The sun is setting and there are brillant tones of pink orang yellow and blue. I wish I could just take those colors from teh sky and turn them to paint because I know these schemes can never be replicated.