"Hello, I will be playing the part of Lindsey Simmons"

    When the sub initially wrote that on the white board I couldn't help but smile. I could tell class was going to be slightly bizarre. When he started to talk, the first thing out of my friends mouth is "Where are you from?" I guess the southern drawl was more than a little noticeable. After the initial shock of having a different teacher, class seemed to go on as normal. We all chuckled when he talked about the notes he was given and especially when he started to teach us grammar. I personally was pleasantly surprised when he pronounced my name right but ten minutes later he said it wrong. When it comes to his name.. all I can remember is that his first name is James but he doesn't like to be called that because it makes him feel like hes a little kid being scolded. Some of the things one remembers is just odd.

the.. PrOpOsAl

   Every dorm room should come equipped with small colorful lights over the desk and under the bunks as well as normal lights because it creates a relaxing stress free atmosphere, cuts down on electricity bills, and allows for a more social environment.

How Stupid Can People Be

Just finished reading the excerpt due for homework and I am disgusted. The writer of half of those segments is just ignorant. I realize they are using sarcasm heavily and are purposely making fun of the government and the system behind it but give me a break. Calling Bush stupid on multiple pages was just ridiculous. Everyone is human, everyone makes mistakes, we did vote him into office. Reading about the "America Bashers" was also like pulling teeth. If you don't like the world we are living in, get off your butt and try to change it. Ohmygosh. Complaining doesn't do anything but aggrevate people.

Reading this assignment at night probably wasn't the smartest idea seeing my reaction but I didn't think about that prior. I wasn't expecting the pages to be a ranting on stupid comments on America. I thought it would be more centered on stuff that people have done rather than what should have been done. I like to consider myself neutral when it comes to politics for the very reason I dont really know whats all going on. But I do know enough to know that the author of these pages was pointing out all the extremes and left out quite a bit.


Heyyy its raining <3 time to sit back and listen to the storm

Pass Your Paper to the Right

I have never been a fan of having my paper peer reviewed. I always feel like I don't give out good advice because English has never been my strong suit. Not to mention I hate when my paper isn't as good as the one I am reading. This last time was no exception. I guess knowing that a fellow peer will be reading my paper gives me some incentive to do a better job this time around but I still dread handing over my paper to be ripped apart.

Some dialogue going through my head:
       I handed over my paper to Jessica. I accept Erika's paper. As I read my own I glance up to see a small smile spread across Jessica's face. Maybe this won't be so bad after all. Oh snap. This paper is awesome. I don't think anything needs to be changed. I sure hope she is okay that I'm not going to give much constructive criticism. Oh, what is this? Jessica liked my paper. She thought it was funny. Woot I did a good job. I guess having someone else read it is not half bad. 

New beginings

I feel like during class on tuesday we were told to blog about what we wanted to change or discover this year. Approaching this question I was puzzled.. What do I want to change about myself? I like my people skills.. I like my personality.. Maybe I want to take more risks without being stupid? I have always lived by the rules, I never really took any risks. I thnk this year I plan on expanding my horizons while staying in my bubble. I plan on accepting invintations more often unless I think itll be a terrible idea. Next time that an invintation is extended to me, I will take it. I will see where it all leads me.

Id like to think that ill say yes next time, like in yes man, but in reality im not sure I will. Only time can tell but I am hoping I can go home on christmas break and say I have done something new. Ive already done one thing.. I have walked through a drive through =] Everyone needs to start somewhere.. I have started here.

Food for Thought

Our reading, "Learning to Read and Write", provoked an interesting conversation in class. Would we risk our lives just to learn how to read and write? Most of us immediately said no but after some thought that answer wasn't so clear. None of us have been in a situation where we had to even think about the possibility that learning to read and write wasn't going to be given to us. Without this skill, one is lost in the world. There isn't a single job that doesn't require the ability to read the standard alphabet and in most cases one needs to be able to write up a resume in order to even be considered. Without the ability to read, one wouldn't be able to drive for lack of reading signs and one wouldn't be able to cook for lack of reading directions. No one even thinks about the possibility that education wont be offered. Our world would be turned upside down if they just told us we couldn't teach our children to read and write. I know personally, next time I am driving or making some cookies Ill stop and just think about how it would be different without my ability to read and ill appreciate it that much more.

Just because I'm bored.. a memory as I see it

It’s cold. *Beep* The air is filled with smells of alcohol swabs and sterile supplies. Directly in front of me is a bare white wall interrupted only by a brown door and a black rimed clock.*Beep* The air doesn’t seem to be moving. When I look left there is a wall composed completely of glass that shows a narrow balcony then the pale blue cloudless sky beyond.*Beep* When I look to the right I first see the reason for the constant beep then another glass wall but this one shows a round room with other rooms just like mine branching off of it and a solid oak desk planted right in the middle. The machine in question is my IV with a tube going into my left hand. A shiver works its way up my spine as a man wearing a blue nursing outfit and stainless steel cart opens my door. Foreign chatter flows into my room like a wave approaching the beach. It seems to just crash over me within a few seconds of the door being opened. “I am here to take your blood pressure” he tells me in broken English. I just stick my arm out without a muttered response. After his machine beeps like mine he rolls his cart of out my room and leaves the door open. The lobby of my floor seems like a bee hive. All these adults in identical blue outfits are buzzing around doing their jobs and recording data. Midst the chaos I see a face that I have seen my whole life. A huge smile spreads across my face as my mom comes into my room. She walks up to me and immediately pulls me into a hug taking me from my hospital room back to my home and family. She makes the current unfamiliar situation disappear. She makes me feel like nothing has changed. “Sorry I had to leave for the night sweetheart but don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere again.” Just like that my cold, sterile, foreign rooms transforms into a slightly better place to be.