Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Benevolence

BENEVOLENT:
1. characterized by or expressing goodwill or kindly feelings: a benevolent attitude; her benevolent smile.
2. desiring to help others; charitable: gifts from several benevolent alumni.
3. intended for benefits rather than profit: a benevolent institution.


I am taking a one credit hour class called Springboard, UNIV 111. The class is limited to 25 people in each section and the program focuses on connecting Freshmen to Upper Classmen. We give speeches and get feedback from our mentors on how to improve our speeches or just get advice on how to make it through the next four years. Today's assignment was "My Timeline."

Anyway, we had to pick three people that have inspired us to be the people we are today and use one word to describe them. The last half of my speech went something like this:
"There are two lasting gifts we give our children, one is roots, the other is wings."
...
"A few months before graduation, I moved out of my parents house and in with my best friend, Chris A. His benevolent nature has showed me the kind of person I want to be. Paying $1100 in bills each month of the last half of my Senior year while attending Columbus State Community College allowed me to spread my wings that my parents gave me long ago."

About ten minutes after giving the speech I received a text message from Chris:
"What word did you pick for me?"
"Benevolent"
"Ouch."

That "Ouch" was the ouch heard throughout my body-- I though when using Thesaurus.com I might have accidentally read the antonyms! All day I have been worried I called my friend an ass hole in front of my entire class!

Monday, September 29, 2008

Country music

"What kind of music do you like?"
"Anything but country..."

Well, that was the conversation I had with my roommate Christina not a month ago.
As I am writing this and reading it to her...
"Hey-- I said-- 'Sometimes I listen to country!"

She didn't.
I spent the few weeks after that conversation and before we moved into our now humble abode building a library of music that was more on the rock and roll side and less on the country side-- but it just turns out my roommate is a LIAR!!! The last three songs that were on our never-ending loud speaker (we take turns listening to music with out head phones) were all country. I like country but I find it interesting how many people lie when they say they listen to country...what's there to be ashamed of? At least her favorite song isn't "I Like Big Butts" or something like that right?!

"Pay no attention to those who talk about you behind your back, it simply means you are two steps ahead."
-Anonymous

Thursday, September 25, 2008

A BOX OF CHOCOLATES

You thought I was kidding

I know what you are thinking, there is no way the RAs would put up with the guys urinating in the hallway as I speak of but lets face it, guys will pee where there is a wall. I got back late from a party just this past weekend and while I was waiting on a friend to let me in downstares and literally as I am carrying on a convorsation with a guy-- he wips his soldier out and starts urinating on the brick wall of my building-- the building that I live in!!! Grr...
I pick up the Daily BG News on my way back to the dorm between classes. On the second page there is this thing called "The Daily Blodder" where the police post the most recent offensives with the offender's full name, age and hometown. (I believe this form of public humiliation is much worse than a fine or jail time.) Anyway, this section usually takes up an entire 1.5 inch wide column, all the way down the left side of the entire page on the weekends from Thirsty Thursday to Slurring Sunday but on the weekdays there tends to be fewer offensives. My personal favorite was today's "Wednesday: 12:43AM. Sem Guerrero, 27, of Toledo, was cited for public urination within the 100 block of E.Court." In the future, you can go to www.bgnews.com for the complete blodder list. This is ridiculous.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Old Crow Medicine Show, "Wagon Wheel"



I love this song too...they are amazing.

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

A promise kept







I told you I would put some pictures up...eventually all this chaos will be a bit more orgonized...

Finale

Having friends you know will stick around for a long time is listening to the first 30 seconds of 745 songs for 9 hours on your way to North Carolina...for the weekend. When you finally make it to the dorm room and you’ve had a good day, all you want to do is tell your roommate all about it but she is already crying—so you listen instead. You realize what kind of person you want to be—you don’t smoke but you carry a lighter because you realize your best friend probably already lost his...4 days ago. Having friends you love so much is about doing everything in your power to improve their life including swallowing your pride to talk to the one man you ran away from to improve your own life. I am sitting in the back of a Jeep with my knees in my face to keep my friend comfortable. That is what friendship is. While my friends were having the chance to be irresponsible teenagers, I was paying rent and getting the cable turned back on. Now is my chance. I use my stories to help my friends make theirs. Realizing that all I can do is listen and be there for my best friend, talking him through a custody battle but I can only be there in spirit. It is getting darker and all I can see is the cigarette butt flying back in the window bee-lining its way to my eye ball but I understand that—that is what relaxes her so I don’t say anything. You sleep with a gun and look up to keep an eye on your son; I miss living with you, doing your laundry cause I know you would do the same…I miss living with you, cleaning the house cause I know you had a hard day. I just miss it-- that thing we had-- that connection-- we could talk about drugs, fishing, sex, guns and how to defend myself all in one night. No worries—happy days are near. People just don’t understand, this is what a friendship is about.

"You look good in my shirt"
"Every time I hear your name"
"Put a girl in it"
"You can let go daddy"

Sunday, September 21, 2008

Let's Come Home Tonight

Amanda, Christina and I just got here (to North Carolina) Friday at 1:30am after a 9 hour drive listening to every song (at least the first 30 seconds of them) in my iTunes account. By the time we actually made it to "our" beds as asleep it was 5am. We are women and we needed to chat. It was amazing trip and we are already planning on doing it again eventually but wooooo-- thank god we don't have to drive again till Sunday.


That is at least what I was thinking this morning when we woke up at 9am to go to the Four Seasons Mall (it's waaaay better than the "Small" we got in Bowling Green)... We spent the day sight seeing-- we are in the furniture capital of the world, Thomasville, so we had to go see the giant chair and the dresser. There will be pictures when I get back to Ohio. After seeing all the over-sized furniture and the red caboose, we went to LaHa, La Hacienda-- apparently Chipoltle doesn't count as real Mexican cuisine. We followed LaHa with Starbucks, the local hangout. Throughout the day, Amanda drank Cherrywine, a knock-off Cherry Coke, Starbucks, a ton of candy etc etc etc... We are sitting at Starbucks and "I think we should drive home to BG tonight, you want to?" "No." "Why not, I'm wide awake!!!" Amanda was so hyper she was shaking and telling stories faster than I can, I have met my match. After a quick blow to the head, she settled down and we agreed tomorrow is a better idea. As I am trying to be the spur of the moment, responsible irresponsible teenager-- you will be happy to know, I use my head every once in a while.

Saturday, September 20, 2008

Safe

...9 hours later...

I texted most of you but just so you know...I made safely to North Carolina. It was awesome and I will write more later but it is 2am and I am sleepy...listening to the first 30 seconds of 7435 rap songs really keeps you awake!

Love to all.

Friday, September 19, 2008

On my way...

As you are reading this, I am probably on route to North Carolina...spur of the moment, see ya later dad...surprise!

A lot of space and few ideas

In 750 words or less explain how the education of your generation is better or worse than your parent's generation.


There are multiple reasons why I believe my parent’s education was better than the education my generation is receiving today. Stricter laws, lowering the standard of education and busier schedules have contributed to unsatisfactory education for my generation. Regardless of the need, the amount of federal funds given to each school depends on standardized test scores that may not show the true aptitude of each student. While the idea of the No Child Left Behind Act of 2002 is a good one, it has trained children who have the potential to be at the top of their class to not try as hard because they have to learn at the same speed as their peers. Parents of children in my generation are not as involved in the education of their children as they were when my parents were young. With busier schedules and less time for families to sit down and talk about school or the problems in the students’ lives, teachers have literally lost control in their classrooms over the past few decades.
The No Child Left Behind Act established on January 8, 2002 has forever changed education. My parent’s education was better than the education students in my generation are receiving due to new laws declaring that the Federal Government is to cut funds and benefits to schools with lower test scores. A good grade in my parent’s generation was not nearly as important as whether the child was learning or not. Statistically, lower test scores are found in inner-city schools where teachers are not given money to pay for proper materials and other necessary equipment for the education of their students. Higher test scores are typically found in areas with higher taxes and more federal funding. Whether the area from which the child is from or if the student just does not perform well in tests, cutting budgets just lowers the potential for improvement. While raising the standards in public schools is important, taking money and resources away from students because of their test scores is not the answer but sadly the “norm” in today’s society.
The No Child Left Behind Act has forced teachers to educate to the lowest echelon of the student body. If a student is able to excel in a subject, they are not given the resources to surpass their peers. Students who are found at the top percentile of their class become board and uninterested in learning to their highest potential. Our current society does not cater to those who excel in studies but rather the students who struggle; while standards are being raised, the education system is allowing students to “slack-off” if they understand the information already. Students who do not have the ability to learn as quickly as other students are trained by the act to not try because the teachers are forced to slow down so “no child is left behind.” No matter how slow the teacher discovers a child is learning, the teacher has to meet that speed, regardless of other students. Our public schools in today’s society do not prepare high school students for college. College professors teach to the students with the most potential and drive to learn.
Each night, when my parent’s were my age, they would sit down with their families and have dinner. In today’s society, children’s days are filled with sports practices, extra-curricular activities, and work. Many children are provided with cars allowing them to come and go from their houses as they please. With busy schedules and easily available transportation for students, often children do not take the time to sit down with their families for a nightly dinner. Time around the family table teaches children communication skills while providing them with at least one good meal. Sitting down each night at the dinner table provides parents with time to communicate with their children about their school activities and other important happenings in the child’s life. When my parent’s were young, teaching was not only done by the set educator, parents were actively involved in the process of the education of the child. Consequences were used in the classroom when needed and parents supported the respect for teachers and administration. Teachers are unable to discipline students as they see fit for fear of retribution.
In today’s society, students are being hurt by the new laws put in place by the Federal Government. My parent’s generation was challenged regardless of their ability but rather by the teachers identifying their potential to learn.


I wrote this for a scholarship, I figure it isn't what they wanted to hear. Life has been pretty quite here in Bowling Green. My roommate came home at 2am all full of shits and giggles, it was nice to see her excited to stay here for the weekend. She went to a bar and had "some old guy" dancing "all up on her." As she was falling asleep she was mumbling something about the Cupid Shuffle or the Crank 'Dat Slide, or the Cleveland Shuffle. I agreed to teach her Lindi Hop if she agreed to teach me the Cupid Shuffle. I am totally intrigued. She said she was sad because she was the only one at the club that new the Cupid Shuffle-- I wonder why?
I needed to take this night to watch The Goonies and eat Ho Hos on my futon with my other friend Jen. I am trying to get healthy the old fashioned way-- chocolate.

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Nothing new

Recently, the dorm has been pretty quite, I know you all (all three of you), only read this blog for the hilarious and mostly true stories of dorm life whether you are trying to re-live your own past or live vicariously through me-- you will just have to deal. I have officially been sick for 11 days now but luckily the cough hasn't killed me yet. Yesterday, I had class from 12:30 to 3:20, at 4, I was planning on exercising and running down to the Health Center for more information on volunteering opportunities. This semester, I plan on working as a mentor in the Big Brothers Big Sisters program, donating plasma to help save a life, volunteering in the S.A.I.N program at the Health Clinic and (as a requirement from my mother), Yoga every Tuesday night. It is a busy schedule but with going from working 2 jobs and full time school to no job and incredibly easy classes, I am board. Not having a car is a challenge but I actually like being able to focus on school and having a life--stress free-- rather than scrounging for $280 for a car I can't drive. Anyway, yesterday afternoon around 3:30...I got to my room, sat on my futon to take a break before starting my fun-filled nightly to-do list and I was OUT...like a light. I woke up at 10:45pm...oops. All day, I was thinking of the things that I had to do, I remember telling Christina, my roommate that I had to do somthing but I couldn't remember what it was. At around 12:30am I took 2 Niquil gels and got into my pjs. At 12:35am I got my math book and folders together for (todays) class and at 12:36am, realized I had 97 selected problems to do out of a 7 page review packet due at 8am today...damn. Chad always tells people that I cannot fight sleep for the life of me. Niquil usually knocks me out but I was bound and determined to do every single problem! At 2:30am I was 1/2 there-- only 45 more problems to do. This weekend I founded the Lazy Squad and appointed my friend Mike el presedente. I texted Mike at 3:03am, when I finally finished, "I just discovered the meaning of procrastonation!!!" I promise I am better than this, I would just like to point out that 1) I am still alive and 2) A few weeks ago, on my BIRTHDAY, I wrote a 2 page essay for one of my many bio classes 2 weeks in advance. So there.

Erik.





Keep your eyes out in your local Target stores, Erik recently filmed a Magic video!
I'll keep you posted if I learn anything else about the video.

Homesick for the ghetto




It killed me enought to watch Aedan hit his nose on the coffee table but I understand that children get hurt; seeing Chris shed a few tears of his own while attemping to spot the gushing bloody nose was the toughest thing about living on my own. I miss you Chris and Aedan.
Chris wrote this for his son, its completely and totally awesome.

"Don't you know you're a dream come true
Don't you know how much daddy loves you,
Oh and when I'm feeling all alone and blue
All I have to do is think of you
It was a sunny Sunday on a Summer day
When i first heard you were headed my way
Through my ears into my heart
Oh the joy has spread through my every, my every part
Aedan Christopher my love is true...for you
Oh and when I feel all alone and blue
All I have to do is think of you
Oh my son when I'm feeling all alone and blue
All I have to do is think of you"

Mat Mays and El Torpedo

Toward the middle of the video, there is a series of card tricks done, yup, thats my brother!

Old Crow Medicine Show, "Tell It To Me"



I love this song!

Monday, September 15, 2008

Biology to Biology

"Oh, you took Anatomy, you can practice on me if you would like." I have seen this pick-up line on the internet, there is a web page full of them but I never knew boys actually used them. That is what I get for my schedule. I am currently killing time between bio and more bio to go to more bio tonight...and then wake up and go to another bio class tomorrow. I am with biology majors all days, every day and on top of that, I live in the NHSRC, (Natural Health Services Residential Community). Living with science people is fun other than the fact that I am constantly reminded that there are over 4,000,000 bacterium on the water fountain at any given time. Ew.

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Check your tires

Check your tires

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Erik.



My brother rocks.

Football and Losers

Let's face it, I never liked football until I lived with boys. I root for the teams that I have connections to but I don't know players' names or what a running back does other than run. I know the ultimate goal of the game, what a touchdown is, and the general rules and regulations of the sport but other than that, have very little knowledge. Quie frankly, seeing 300lb men sprint faster than I can is just plain entertaining. Like Guitar Hero, I do not understand how to play football video game style but more power to you if you are skilled in both. I do however, not tollerate trash talk unless it is coming out of mouth, call me a hypocrit but it is so much more fun when you are the speechless one opposed to me. Anyway, I am getting to my point...
My friend Ian is an LSU fan and ever since the OSU LSU incident of '07, we are barely on speaking terms when it comes to football. This is the text messege he sent me yesterday when, addmittingly, OSU got stomped.

"Augh. Poor OSU. Better luck next year. Whats that? How is LSU doing? 2 and 0 so far. Ha ha ha. Ian"

Friday, September 12, 2008

More?

I was so excited to sleep in today, it is Friday and since yesterday was Thirsty Thursday, you better believe I was awoken by a strapping young man urinating on my door, again. It has nothing to do with me or my roommate, we figured out that my door is the same amount of doors away from the elevator as the bathroom door is from the stairs on the other side of the building. Does that make sense? I would draw you a diagram but I hope this is just not necessary. Anyway, I was up till 3AM helping this young strapping boy to the correct door, my RA's door, "Here you go, this is the bathroom door, when you walk in, don't miss, aim high Joe." Oh, alright, that didn't happen. But on my way to get a sandwich, a boy was urinating in the middle of the hallway down on the boy's side. Our floors are co-ed opposed to all the other buildings that are all boys on one floor and then all girls on the next. What were they thinking putting Freshmen boys and girls on one floor? We take bets to see how many boys will crawl out of the closet sized dorm room of the blonde bombshells in the morning down the hall. Seeing 3 football player sized men stumble out of the room, I mean closet, is like watching (I apologize for the cliche) 15 miniature clowns crawl out of an even more-miniature sized car. As I am trying not to picture, but at the same time picturing the...sleeping arrangements...RIIIIIIIINNNNGGGG! Crap. Fire alarm.
Another one.
Quick-- put on pants, put on a bra, where are my shoes? Bang! Ow, my head, you know, they should either make the bunk beds shorter or the ceiling-- taller.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

It is just one of those days

It is an amazing thing living with 80 other boys and girls all on one floor. The plague hit late last week and is still going strong making it from room to room. When it came originally, I started looking for a sheep to slaughter and smear across the door frame on my dorm room but ran out of time. Two days ago I started feeling the itch in the back of my throat. Crap. It's here, I thought to myself. I just didn't move fast enough. Yesterday I barely made it through my only two classes from 8-10:50AM due to the shivering and quivering, the sneezing and coughing. I think they might have to amputate my nose.

Monday, September 8, 2008

I got a crush on Obama



Barely polical...but as much as I make fun of those who just vote for the candidate that is cuter...I am totally crushin' on Obama.

Saturday, September 6, 2008

One touch knockout

If you haven't heard of "Chi ko," you need to watch more youtube.

I think it is entertaining that Dillman's reasoning behind why Chi ko didn't work on an 8th degree blackbelt is because he held his tongue in his mouth wrong. I am going to try this Cho ko and when a large man jumps me from behind on the streets, I am not going to scream for help, I will be saying "Uhm, sir, can you relax your tongue and lay it flat in your mouth please?"

On another note, the reason I bring this crap up is because I was watching UFC on Spike last night. I have a sick passion for seeing grown men throw themselves at each other only to get the shit beat out of them. Hey now, it is not different from men getting excited while watching women wrestle in green jello. Anyway, two men, an officer in the croatian army and a huuuuuuge hispanic man were locking into the cage together. They started out throwing a few punches and one kick each. Then-- out of no where the Croatian is on the bottom, his eye is cut and for 2 minutes, is barely defending himself. The referee seperates and stands them both back up. Less than 30 seconds later, the huuuuuuge guys leg leaps out of no where and BAM-- contact with the croatians temple. The croatian is down for the count. The worse thing was that while the poor man is falling, his ankle curled under his leg that is the size of my head and snapped in half. Ouch.
I wonder what would have happend it the coatian used Chi ko.

Friday, September 5, 2008

Spending more money, better?

“Vote or Die.” The campaign used by Hollywood celebrities such as Paris Hilton and
Sean Combs radiates with the power of the people in a democracy. Children of all ages look up to celebrities for the fame and money pouring out of each of their pockets regardless of the fact that many of the celebrities who sported the slogan decided they were too busy to actually vote. Democracy is a “form of government in which the supreme authority rests with the people,” William McClenaghan explains in American Government, a high school textbook. Regardless of how much money is being spent on campaigning across the nation, the people of the United States of America continue to have the choice to vote. The amount of money spent on campaigning should not have an effect on democracy in this country but subconsciously, American’s have a tendency to remember money.
The question still stands, is spending an immense amount of money on campaigning good or bad for democracy? Seeing how big names with big money are following presidential hopefuls for the first time this year, along with a rise in the amount of registered voters, the fact is clear; voters follow money. Though money captures the attention of a wider range of people who are able to vote and brings people to campaign events, many people who attended a speech by Oprah Winfrey supporting Barack Obama as president admitted to only attending to see the world renowned daytime talk show host. Pouring money into campaign slogans and other eye-catching buttons and signs may drawl attention to your name but will hurt democracy in the long run. Psychologists have studied voting for decades and have discovered the tendency of voters to vote for the name they recognize or simply the last name they saw before they went behind the curtain to vote. The more signs put up around town with the candidate’s name on it forces more people to think about the name and commit it to memory but does give any idea as to how that same candidate feels about abortion or the Iraq war. Money will not force someone to research a candidate’s views but does have the power to subconsciously cause a person to vote for a certain candidate. A true democracy cannot survive with money directly controlling votes, subconsciously or directly, through bribes or gimmicks.
Over the last 20 years, with a rise in campaign spending, while attention is brought to the necessity in voting, democracy has been changed forever. A true democracy allows the voters to decide for themselves who they are to vote for. Voters should have the ability to listen to debates and read what a candidate has to say but without even the ability to view Obama’s web page without signing up for daily email, voters are almost being pushed away.


I wrote this a while ago for a class but thought it was a good thing to pull out of the archives.

Our future

"I'm a Republican!"
Those three words came out of my friends mouth the other day and it hit me-- YOU are my future? Shit. I turned around in my swivel chair attached to my desk and asked, "what are your views on taxes between the rich and middle class?"
"I don't know! I asked my mom yesterday and she told me I was a Republican!"
Shit.
Maybe you should watch the Democratic National Convention, you know Obama is coming to Dublin, OH, why not go see him?
"No way, Obama is never going to be president."
"Why not?"
"He's black."
Shit.
"Really? I didn't notice, I did notice that McCain is OLD!!!!" I followed by sticking my tongue out at her and turning back around.

I never joke about these things, this really happend. For those of you who are registered to vote because it was the cool thing to do or it was just required by your Government teacher your Senior year of High School, please watch the news, its way more interesting than you may think.

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Burnt Cookies

They didn’t taste very good
Even the unburnt pieces I managed to find
Among the dough I didn’t eat.
Usually when I make cookies
They are beautiful and delicious;
Not these.
Dark, brown, and hard
Cemented to the cookie sheet
Spread across the entire pan
Placed under hot water for
Four hours;
Eventually the bonds would break
And the scraping would begin
Scrape Scrape Scrape
It turns into a melody
To amuse me during the hour
Of scraping.
Then suddenly, the cookies are no more
And I am worried
Left with only yet another good story
Of the cookie sheet and me.


This is from the night when everything went wrong. I love my best friend Erin, we have known each other since we were 6 and every time we see each other-- we bake. Cakes, cookies, chex mix (we have found a way to bake it), and other various delicious treats. Anyway, Erin's parents left for Temple around 7:45 and were to be back around 10. In two hours, what could go wrong?!
I spoke too soon. With in two hours, we had forgotten about the cookies in the oven, her dog had chewed through the cord on her clothes iron, i had shattered the light on the fan in the living room, her cat had class in its foot and we were missing another cat. It was a fun night.

A Heavy Brow

All I want to do
Is have your trust again
Dance across your eyelids
Tango up your heavy brow
And erase the pain that I have caused

If only I knew to take your battered body
And breathe it back to life

If you let me foxtrot with you
All the way down to your nose
And fix what I have done
I would try to earn your trust

If only I knew to take your battered body
And breathe it back to life

If you let me waltz with you
All the way down to your cheek
And ride a tear from you chin
To see where it would fall
I would promise to dance with you again

Just wait for me to return