So now that graduation is approaching kind of fast, I can't help but think, "Oh shit!" What are you doing after you graduate? Have you thought about it? Well don't think too hard because you just may have a panic attack. I have found peace of mind in the last few days however, in a pretty far out way.
Earlier this week I got a phone call from my local Peace Corps recruiter. Apparently the on-line application I had done reached her and the ball had begun to roll. After the call and a subsequent e-mail disclosing futher information I had a small wave of euphoria rush over me. I do not have to worry about life after Pierce just yet. For at least the next two years I will be serving mankind in some part of the world. In the words of Johnny Cash, "I don't know where I'm bound." I won't know where they want me to go. I don't know what they want me to do. All I know is that I'm available.
Two years seems more like an eternity now that the Peace Corps is now a reality for me. As badly as I want to do it I still feel hesitant to commit..although I sort of already have. I will stick this out. First of all I want to do something for someone else. If you are reading this that means you have a computer adn you probably have an education and some cash in the bank. Therefore you should dedicate some small portion of your life to a community that has no computers and no banks. Maybe that's not fair, but I kind of believe that.
Secondly, I have a friend serving in Namibia right now in the Peace Corps. If I don't go through with it this kid will call me a pussy for the rest of my life. This friend hates attention so I won't mention Sam Dolphs name. Woops.
I lost the point of this a while back. Perhaps I just wanted to get this out. I think most of us graduating seniors have some small fear of what will happen to us next. I will take comfort in the fact that I will be doing something more important than you. Hmmm. That sounds arrogant.
Wednesday, March 7, 2007
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Egg on my window
So how about that snow, huh? Jeez Louise, it really came down today. I almost died driving to the store with my roomate just to get my girlfriend tacos on Valentines Day. How sweet. Since it is snowing to furiously we don't get to do much around here, do we? I mean you could go to the bubble and get some snow shoes or put on some snowpants and take a winter hike into the woods. Myself, I prefer a snowball fight. Remember when you were a kid throwing snowballs at your best friends head? What a great feeling that was. I remember more than one fight being ended because some jerk pressed his fluffy ball into an apple sized iceball and whizzed it at some poor little kid (that seems funny now that I'm an adult..stupid kids).
It seems not much has changed in the way of fair play sense then and now. During our last small snow storm, which I think was a friday night, a snowball fight erupted outside of my house. Friends from all over campus were in my Lakeview enjoying some pong and listening to Johnny Cash. However this was no ordinary snowball fight. We were flanked on both sides by, of all people to get in a iceball chucking competition with, baseball players, dun dun duuuuun.
From what I saw it was all fun and games for at least five minutes. Then something happened. I can only speculate, but I assume the opposing forces realized that the character of their foe (my long haired, Disco Biscuit listening friends) was different than what they are used too. The resulting actions based upon this sudden realiztion were severe. What seemed like a dozen of these kids were pelting three or four of my friends with lazer beam like precision. I opened the front door to smoke a butt and watch the show, but I was denied. A snowball whizzed at my head while i was still inside. Luckily I have cat like reflexes and I dodged it and my housemate Dennis took the full on assault in the face. I will admit, that was funny, but a little inconsiderate, I mean...it's someones house.
Anyhow, it got worse. Miutes after the fight elevated to at least a crimson red on Bush's scale of terror...Invasion!! One of these kids bummed rushed out door, pushed his way in and planted a big old snowball into a crowd of innocent bystanders trying to enjoy their evening. With a shout and a "Fuck all of you, I'll take any one of you on" he was gone. Moments later C.S. shows up to break it up..or rather rescue.
After the fact, those of us not involved in the fray ventured outside to talk to some of these guys, try to be cool, ya know. Cooooool. One ventured into conversation but the rest walking by weren't havin it. You could feel the disdain in the air. I used to play a lot of sports, I know the rush you feel after you defeat the other team. They tasted blood and they wanted more.
Later that night our house got egged. Coincidence? You tell me. I would like to sign off with a plea for tolerance. Get over yourself.
It seems not much has changed in the way of fair play sense then and now. During our last small snow storm, which I think was a friday night, a snowball fight erupted outside of my house. Friends from all over campus were in my Lakeview enjoying some pong and listening to Johnny Cash. However this was no ordinary snowball fight. We were flanked on both sides by, of all people to get in a iceball chucking competition with, baseball players, dun dun duuuuun.
From what I saw it was all fun and games for at least five minutes. Then something happened. I can only speculate, but I assume the opposing forces realized that the character of their foe (my long haired, Disco Biscuit listening friends) was different than what they are used too. The resulting actions based upon this sudden realiztion were severe. What seemed like a dozen of these kids were pelting three or four of my friends with lazer beam like precision. I opened the front door to smoke a butt and watch the show, but I was denied. A snowball whizzed at my head while i was still inside. Luckily I have cat like reflexes and I dodged it and my housemate Dennis took the full on assault in the face. I will admit, that was funny, but a little inconsiderate, I mean...it's someones house.
Anyhow, it got worse. Miutes after the fight elevated to at least a crimson red on Bush's scale of terror...Invasion!! One of these kids bummed rushed out door, pushed his way in and planted a big old snowball into a crowd of innocent bystanders trying to enjoy their evening. With a shout and a "Fuck all of you, I'll take any one of you on" he was gone. Moments later C.S. shows up to break it up..or rather rescue.
After the fact, those of us not involved in the fray ventured outside to talk to some of these guys, try to be cool, ya know. Cooooool. One ventured into conversation but the rest walking by weren't havin it. You could feel the disdain in the air. I used to play a lot of sports, I know the rush you feel after you defeat the other team. They tasted blood and they wanted more.
Later that night our house got egged. Coincidence? You tell me. I would like to sign off with a plea for tolerance. Get over yourself.
Monday, January 29, 2007
Clean up this mess!
You know what I love? Beer. You know why I love beer? Because it tastes good. You know what I hate? Cheap beer. You know what I hate more than cheap beer? Cheap beer cans all over the ground at Franklin Pierce.
For serious, kids. I like to drink like most of you but what makes you think you aren't accountable for littering? If I only had a nickle for everytime I heard some ass say something like, "the cleaning people will get it" or "thats gonna suck to clean". What kind of selfish, spoiled brat childhood did you have? You aren't just being an inconsiderate ass, you're messing with other peoples' free time. Do you know who has to come in at 3 in the morning because you took a piss in the elevator in Chesire? No, you don't know. And why should you? You're just having a good time, right? You're an idiot.
I was under the impression that Pierce was an advocate for bringing the individual and the community closer together; meaning we are learning how to be active community members and not just educated slobs. Here's an idea, why doesn't the school take recyclables to Maine and get the refund on cans and bottles and donate it to a worthy cause? With the amount of beer cans outside of Lakeview we could probably put African children through school, and that isn't a joke. Have you ever seen Lakeview after a particularly intense weekend? It's incredible. Only cents a day, right? How many beers did you drink last night, Johnny College?
On the other hand, the school doesn't exactly promote clean living. Let me sum this up in one short sentence. Lakeview smells like a terd. People buy houses next to landfills and highways because it's cheap. So someone renting a Lakeview town house would probably end up paying less in rent then we do living there because of the smell. I'm not saying if it didn't constantly smell like a diaper down there no one would litter, I'm just saying I hate lakeview.
Back to the jerks around here. . . For the record, I will not be held responsible for any drunk dude or chick who comes into my house and hurts themselves. Just the other day this particular young person made their way into my house, drunk before entering because there was nothing going on in my place. Anyhow, after about five minutes this person takes a full on nose dive into a computer, i'm talking kamakazi style. No bracing for impact. It was a full on teeth meeting hard plastic situation. They stand up and look at their friend. This part kills me. They say to their friend, "I can't believe you let me drive."
Stop being morons
And also
give a hoot, don't pollute.
For serious, kids. I like to drink like most of you but what makes you think you aren't accountable for littering? If I only had a nickle for everytime I heard some ass say something like, "the cleaning people will get it" or "thats gonna suck to clean". What kind of selfish, spoiled brat childhood did you have? You aren't just being an inconsiderate ass, you're messing with other peoples' free time. Do you know who has to come in at 3 in the morning because you took a piss in the elevator in Chesire? No, you don't know. And why should you? You're just having a good time, right? You're an idiot.
I was under the impression that Pierce was an advocate for bringing the individual and the community closer together; meaning we are learning how to be active community members and not just educated slobs. Here's an idea, why doesn't the school take recyclables to Maine and get the refund on cans and bottles and donate it to a worthy cause? With the amount of beer cans outside of Lakeview we could probably put African children through school, and that isn't a joke. Have you ever seen Lakeview after a particularly intense weekend? It's incredible. Only cents a day, right? How many beers did you drink last night, Johnny College?
On the other hand, the school doesn't exactly promote clean living. Let me sum this up in one short sentence. Lakeview smells like a terd. People buy houses next to landfills and highways because it's cheap. So someone renting a Lakeview town house would probably end up paying less in rent then we do living there because of the smell. I'm not saying if it didn't constantly smell like a diaper down there no one would litter, I'm just saying I hate lakeview.
Back to the jerks around here. . . For the record, I will not be held responsible for any drunk dude or chick who comes into my house and hurts themselves. Just the other day this particular young person made their way into my house, drunk before entering because there was nothing going on in my place. Anyhow, after about five minutes this person takes a full on nose dive into a computer, i'm talking kamakazi style. No bracing for impact. It was a full on teeth meeting hard plastic situation. They stand up and look at their friend. This part kills me. They say to their friend, "I can't believe you let me drive."
Stop being morons
And also
give a hoot, don't pollute.
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