One would think that the computer lab is somewhere where you can go to think and study in peace and work on the computer.
That is far from how it is perceived.
Some students do not know the meaning of quiet. There is chit chat, loud noises, and someone is almost always on a cell phone or receives a call and they don't even have the common courtesy to step into the hall to take the call.
The computer lab is not a "hang out" place. Isn't that what the union is for?
It should be a students privilege to have access to a computer lab, so why be loud and obnoxious when using it?
Stop all the chit chat, the gum smacking, the pen tapping, the loud I pods, and please turn your cell phones on vibrate.
One last thing, just because the printing is "free" does not mean take advantage of it and waste paper. Print out what you need and clean up after yourself.
Common courtesy!
Maybe the library is more peaceful.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Change of Seasons
When school started in late August it was humid and the grass was green. Mosquitos and flies were buzzing in the air. The walk from the campus parking lot to Henderson seemed peaceful and refreshing. People wearing shorts and short sleeve shirts to stay cool.
As the weeks fly by in the semester a change of weather can be sensed in the atmosphere.
Not as many people are seen exercising outdoors around campus as the weather changes.
The once peaceful and refreshing walk to get to class seems dreadful to hurry in the cold air as a warm classroom awaits you.
Long sleeves, pants and jackets seems to be the appropriate attire to avoid catching a cold.
Less daylight and long nights represents the time of year.
Leaves falling and brown grass marks the end of summer.
The campus just doesn't look as pretty in the fall as it did in summer.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Bad Timing
The main entree has been marinating in the perfect blend of sauces for four hours.
The couple prepare their meal together. It takes an hour and a half for them to mix and stir to make the dinner complete.
She sets the table for her family. He pours the drinks. The aroma of steak, potatoes, green beans, and freshly baked rolls fills the house.
She skipped lunch today just to save herself for their small feast that they have been planning all week. They love to cook together. Their unique combination of family recipes make their meals exquisite.
They call the children down to the table. Their mouths are watering as they serve the plates. Sounds of stomachs growling with hunger could be heard. They all sit down together as a family. They stop to bless their food.
Just as she was about to stick her knife and fork into her juicy well done t-bone steak, the phone rings.
She lets out a big sigh. She put her utensils back on the napkin. She answers the phone.
Telemarketers always call at just the right moment. She sits back down. She picks up her fork and knife again. She stares at her food, she can almost taste each flavor. She goes to cut her steak, the door bell rings.
She slams down her utensils in frustration. She gets up and answers the door. It is her parents. She greets them and offers them a seat on the couch.
Her hunger seemed to fade. Her plate was left on the table to get cold. She thought to herself that she regretted skipping lunch.
The couple prepare their meal together. It takes an hour and a half for them to mix and stir to make the dinner complete.
She sets the table for her family. He pours the drinks. The aroma of steak, potatoes, green beans, and freshly baked rolls fills the house.
She skipped lunch today just to save herself for their small feast that they have been planning all week. They love to cook together. Their unique combination of family recipes make their meals exquisite.
They call the children down to the table. Their mouths are watering as they serve the plates. Sounds of stomachs growling with hunger could be heard. They all sit down together as a family. They stop to bless their food.
Just as she was about to stick her knife and fork into her juicy well done t-bone steak, the phone rings.
She lets out a big sigh. She put her utensils back on the napkin. She answers the phone.
Telemarketers always call at just the right moment. She sits back down. She picks up her fork and knife again. She stares at her food, she can almost taste each flavor. She goes to cut her steak, the door bell rings.
She slams down her utensils in frustration. She gets up and answers the door. It is her parents. She greets them and offers them a seat on the couch.
Her hunger seemed to fade. Her plate was left on the table to get cold. She thought to herself that she regretted skipping lunch.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
A Beautiful Horizon
It is approximately 6:30 p.m. as she wraps up her last class for the day. She stops at the gas station to fill up the tank and grabs a bag of sunflower seeds before she starts her hour long journey home.
As she cruises down I-70 heading west she looks at the beautiful horizon that is directly in front of her through the bug filled windshield. She attempts to clean her windshield with the window cleaner option, but that didn't seem to do any good. It just smeared the bug guts worse across the entire windshield. She attempts to spray again and again. Ahhh, she thinks to herself, "that looks a little better."
She opens her bag of sunflower seeds and pops a few in her mouth. She sucks all the salt off the shell before she cracks the shell open with her teeth. She rolls down the window and attempts to spit the shell out the window. That didn't do any good, it just flew right back in her face. She looks around and sees a napkin laying in her center console. She then spits the shell in the napkin and pops a few more in her mouth.
She scans the radio but finds nothing appealing on any station just a bunch of old songs and commercials. She turns the volume off and gazes at the horizon.
It is around 6:48 p.m. and she notices how beautiful and peaceful the horizon looks. It looks picture perfect. She never really noticed the sight before. She was always to busy to stop and appreciate what nature provides.
Dazing at the yellowish orange horizon, she gets lost in her thoughts. She finds herself thinking, dreaming and imagining. How precious and peaceful this is she thought.
Before she knew it, she was at her exit...299. "Wow," she thought, "already home."
As she cruises down I-70 heading west she looks at the beautiful horizon that is directly in front of her through the bug filled windshield. She attempts to clean her windshield with the window cleaner option, but that didn't seem to do any good. It just smeared the bug guts worse across the entire windshield. She attempts to spray again and again. Ahhh, she thinks to herself, "that looks a little better."
She opens her bag of sunflower seeds and pops a few in her mouth. She sucks all the salt off the shell before she cracks the shell open with her teeth. She rolls down the window and attempts to spit the shell out the window. That didn't do any good, it just flew right back in her face. She looks around and sees a napkin laying in her center console. She then spits the shell in the napkin and pops a few more in her mouth.
She scans the radio but finds nothing appealing on any station just a bunch of old songs and commercials. She turns the volume off and gazes at the horizon.
It is around 6:48 p.m. and she notices how beautiful and peaceful the horizon looks. It looks picture perfect. She never really noticed the sight before. She was always to busy to stop and appreciate what nature provides.
Dazing at the yellowish orange horizon, she gets lost in her thoughts. She finds herself thinking, dreaming and imagining. How precious and peaceful this is she thought.
Before she knew it, she was at her exit...299. "Wow," she thought, "already home."
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
She Ended Before She Began
Stacie never grew up in a typical loving family with a father and a mother. Her family consisted of a mother who prostituted herself in order to stay off welfare to feed her four children, two brothers and a sister that all were Stacie's duty to care for being the eldest.
Stacie had to drop out of school herself just to help out with the cooking and taking care of her brothers and sisters. She made sure that her siblings were dressed and feed in the morning before they were off to school. Stacie took on a part time job durning the day at the local grocery store to help pay the bills. She was home on time to greet her siblings when they got off the bus in the afternoon. And she did their homework with them and made sure they were feed before she tucked them in to bed for the night.
Stacie ran the household. Her mother by this time was far deep into the life of drugs and prostitution that weeks would go by before Stacie and her siblings would see their mother. And when they did, their mother would be so high or need a fix that she hardly acknowledged them.
Stacie always dreamed of being a fashion designer, but her hopes slowly faded as she saw no bright future for herself. Stacie blamed her mother for abandoning her and the other children. She grew to hate her mother.
Stacie now only 16 years-old, felt so depressed that she herself started drinking to ease her pain and feelings of hopelessness. Stacie who once always had a bright smile on her round face, had bags under her blue eyes. Her skin was turning dry, she looked as if she was twice her age.
One day when Stacie did not meet her brothers and sister off the bus, they got worried. Her siblings let themselves in the apartment. The eldest brother is the one that found her. She drank herself to death. She didn't feel any pain, the only pain that she felt was now gone.
Her siblings were broken up, they each went to separate foster homes. They all stayed in contact, their mother was never heard from again.
Stacie had to drop out of school herself just to help out with the cooking and taking care of her brothers and sisters. She made sure that her siblings were dressed and feed in the morning before they were off to school. Stacie took on a part time job durning the day at the local grocery store to help pay the bills. She was home on time to greet her siblings when they got off the bus in the afternoon. And she did their homework with them and made sure they were feed before she tucked them in to bed for the night.
Stacie ran the household. Her mother by this time was far deep into the life of drugs and prostitution that weeks would go by before Stacie and her siblings would see their mother. And when they did, their mother would be so high or need a fix that she hardly acknowledged them.
Stacie always dreamed of being a fashion designer, but her hopes slowly faded as she saw no bright future for herself. Stacie blamed her mother for abandoning her and the other children. She grew to hate her mother.
Stacie now only 16 years-old, felt so depressed that she herself started drinking to ease her pain and feelings of hopelessness. Stacie who once always had a bright smile on her round face, had bags under her blue eyes. Her skin was turning dry, she looked as if she was twice her age.
One day when Stacie did not meet her brothers and sister off the bus, they got worried. Her siblings let themselves in the apartment. The eldest brother is the one that found her. She drank herself to death. She didn't feel any pain, the only pain that she felt was now gone.
Her siblings were broken up, they each went to separate foster homes. They all stayed in contact, their mother was never heard from again.
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