Last Saturday I took a much-needed trip to Kent. It involved spending time with my friends Whitney and Tim, attempting some Pinterest crafts, and eating massive burritos. (Thank goodness Whitney is so freaking crafty. Without her help, I would have been a frazzled mess covered in Modge Podge.)
I graduated college two years ago this May, and Kent’s already gone through so many changes. Downtown is growing and Acorn Alley is even more popular. It’s wonderful to see my old college town expanding and taking on new projects. Plus it gives me another reason to visit more often.
Tree City Coffee, Kent's newest coffee shop.
It had been WAY too long since I treated myself to a steak burrito from Taco Tanto's. Starting this summer, I won't have to drive to Kent to quell my craving. Taco Tanto's is opening a location in Lakewood, where I live. I do believe it's a sign from the burrito gods telling me to eat more burritos.
Craft #1: As soon as I saw this idea on Pinterest I knew I had to do it. This is a much better display for all my concert tickets than the envelope I kept them in.
Craft #2: Really happy with the way this turned out. I covered the letter in pages from past issues of Vogue. It now hangs on my growing gallery wall.
I’ve always had a weird fascination with May 4, and this semester I had a chance to take a class I’ve wanted to take for a long time: May 4 and its aftermath. We had to read the book Hippies, which was written by Peter Jedick, a Kent State graduate who was present during the shootings on May 4, 1970. The book is excellent and I highly recommend it. You can read a chapter here: Hippies. Jedick came in to speak to my class yesterday. One student asked him if he knew any of the students who were killed, and he said he was friends with Sandy Scheuer. When he started to talk about Sandy, he got choked up. That’s when it all came home for me. No matter how many books I read about May 4, how many documentaries I watch or how many people I speak with, hearing Jedick talk about Sandy’s sense of humor and how she had a nickname for him, that’s when it finally felt real to me. Even though I believe we should always remember May 4, I know I’ll never fully understand it because I wasn’t there. Jedick made me the event human. He took it out of the history books, out of the classroom, and made May 4 personal. I think that’s what so many people my age don’t realize. May 4 is a deeply personal day to so many people. Jedick lost his friend Sandy. Sandy, who could make anyone laugh and who called Jedick “Lou.” I doubt he realizes it, but he put the tragedy into a new perspective for me, and I’m forever grateful.
photo story I did for class on the annual May 4 commemoration