People...

Ok.  So this is some stuff that I have been writing over the last few weeks and just have not had time to type out til right now.  If anyone knows me they know that I am kind of a people watcher.  I am not a creeper or anything.  I just like to observe people.  Maybe I am a little strange for that, but everyone watches people a little.  Those people are just afraid to admit it.

     Ok, so there is this guy in my classes who should maybe be beaten with a stick.  He is your fairly typical frat boy wanna be.  Shaggy hair, two day scruff, collar popped, you know the kind.  So he is talking in class about all of the colleges he has flunked out of or been kicked out of.  This guy has been to more colleges that me, evidently.  If anyone talks about anything or anyone then he always puts it down and talks about how dumb or stupid it is.  (ok.. I admit, I am as guilty as anyone at this) The other day we are in Historiography.  I sit in the middle of the second row and he sits right in front of me.  This class is not the most stimulating.  I make sure that I drink a red bull or other energy drink before I go in there.  So yeah. He sits on the front row directly in front of the teacher.  This one day it is fairly hot in class.  It was about 95 outside.  We are in class and this joker lays his head down on the desk and sleeps.  On the front row!  That just totally blew my mind.  That shows absolutley no respect for the professor.  Once this class ended I wanted to walk up the Mr. Thompson, our instructor, and shake him.  I did.  He should have sent the kid outside.  I personally may have told him to not come back. 
     Same class, different day.  We were talking about people who impacted history and we were comparing W.E.B. Dubois and Booker T. Washington.    Mr. Thompson asked a question and I answerd it 'Duboy' and the kid says 'no, its dubwah'.  This was the middle of class in front of everyone.  I told him that yes he was correct for the french, but the founder of the NAACP pronounced his name 'Duboy'.  So I am kinda fuming that someone would call me out in front of an upper level class and tell me I am wrong.  Its one thing if I am wrong, but in this situation I was correct.  THEN, I was sitting and we were about 15 minutes into class and he is fooling with his phone.  He hands it back to me and says 'here, look'.  It was the pronunciation guide on how to say the name.  I wanted to sling it against the wall... 

yeah.. That is really it.  That's what happened.  I may start a comic series based on this guy.  I could write a lot.  There is a bunch more that I have that I could write, but I will save it for later. 
Hope everyone has a great and wonderful day.

Races...

     I am sitting here on campus at Dalton just kinda taking a break from school work.  Today really feels like fall outside.  I am attempting to kinda shut down my brain for a few minutes and just chill.  As hard as I try to do this, I cant.  It is just not happening.  As I try to slow everything down all I can think about is what I am doing and where I am going and what I am attempting to accomplish.  I am currently living my life the best way I know how.  Every day I work and go to class.  I wish that I could work a few more hours and have a lil more money, but that just can not happen right now.  Every day I am working on school work.  Every day I am studying.  I am either reading or writing something for class.  Daily I am in a professor's office or the library. 
     I know that there are those out there who will scoff at me and tell me to cry them a river.   That is not what I am trying to do.  People will say that these are everyday, run of the mill, things.  I know that they are.  They are, however, things that I was not doing before this semester.  I always talked a big game when the semester started and would fall to the wayside by a couple of weeks in.  I was trying to just get by, but in that I was not accomplishing anything at all.  I was not even 'getting by'. 
  Right now I have so much motivation to finish this race strong.  I want to make people proud of me, I want to accomplish something.  I even want to prove things to people.  Those who are negative and doubting me.  I want to prove them wrong.  
     I started this race hard and fast, but somewhere I fell.  I lost the course.  I am back up on my feet, thanks to some genuine friends and outside motivation.  I am running harder than I ever have.  I may not win this race or have a great finishing time, but I will finish it. 


I know that this blog sounds like everything else I have ever writen.  I am sorry if anyone who reads this is bored.  I just had to sling ink to paper.