A lot of people got me really excited about the prospects of being in my small liberal arts college town during the six week mini-mester. However, this term has ended up being the dreariest, coldest, least sun-filled spring term in anyone's memory.
I think I may have something to do with it... Carrying 10 credits for six weeks (when normal folk are hitting anywhere between 0 and 4), I think I've brought the tears of the Lord down to this campus because I procrastinated my twelve week terms covering my tracks with the excuse of "taking advantage of my liberal arts options" when my major motivation happened to be NOT taking a lab science.
But I will say this, spring term has had a few interesting experiences for me:
-the resurrection of Truth or Dare as a hilarious pastime
-the resurgence in love of film and poetry
-the re-dedication to Biblical catching up/study
-the return to randomized late night fun
All that, and some Ouija board sessions, have made this term...interesting...to say the least (and kept me remiss in my duties as a good blogger...).
I'll be back, I promise.
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30 March 2009
On Weekend Living...
Here's something interesting that I've realized about myself and a few of my friends/acquaintances: the people we are in class and during the week does not reflect the person we sometimes see between 5 pm Friday and 5 pm Sunday. Behavior switches when that final dismissal bell rings, and resulting actions can include a number of different things, especially with the added influence of music/lack of class/procrastination/alcohol/or any number of things.
Some people choose to use the weekend as a time to indulge in their deadly sin of choice. Of the seven, the three I often see the most are:
Sloth
Those who choose sloth decide that the weekend is the perfect time to do absolutely nothing. And I mean nothing... If these people didn't have to use the bathroom or eat to live, they would not leave their bed, let alone their room. These people give a new meaning to sleeping in. Is it 6 pm? They just woke up. Did they pull an all-nighter? No, they just woke up every 6 hours or so to rehydrate, adjust positioning in the bed, go to the bathroom, and go back to sleep. They watch church on television because they can't be bothered to get out of the bed.
Honestly, if they could, they would attach a catheter and an IV of saline, turn off the lights, disconnect the phone, and go comatose for two days straight. And love every second of it...
Pride
You know that girl who goes to class in sweats and a hoodie during the week? The one who lives in tennis shoes and comfortable clothing? Or how about baggy jeans guy? The one always wearing a questionably clean shirt? Have you ever seen them on the weekend? Even if you did, you wouldn't recognize them because once the clock hits a certain hour on Friday, they transform into the most conceited person you never knew you knew.
She wouldn't be caught dead in someone's frat basement without heels and a suggestive outfit. He wouldn't leave his room until he was sure that everyone looked at him when he exited. Why do they do this at this time? Because during the week, they're too busy being academic perfectionists to care about what they look like. They're so good at this transformation, they can execute it better than any make-over show on televison, and in a shorter time. Their before/after shots from the weekend could inspire any awkward teen to have hope in a future of happiness. In fact, they have perfected this skill to the point where you almost want to tell them to stop being a student and become a professional make-up artist/beautician/fashion consultant/etc.
They would, but then they're afraid that they might make someone look better than they do...
Lust
Ah, lust. The most infamous and [arguably] most practiced of the sins. It's existance has inspired many a drunken hook-up, depressing morning after, and the invention of the morning after pill.
I'm not one to judge anyone. Seriously. This is just a series of observations.
Girl A has had a long week. She's stressed about the impending doom of her GPA. She's single. She has the unfortunate situation of attending a PWI where the women of color severely outnumber the men of color, and the men of non-color [what?] don't seem to be going for the chocolate-y types. She hasn't had any considerable play in ages, it seems, and she just wants to de-stress this weekend.
Add alcohol, stir.
She has become a dancefloor goddess in search of someone to worship at her temple. Confidence on overload, standards skewed, BAL increasing, and the next thing you know it's the next morning. No, she didn't wake up next to someone, nor did she have to perform the infamous walk of shame. But she does have some pictures on her camera of her and Boys A-G scandalously enacting things she has memorized from music videos but never planned to perform in public. She was tempted to go further, but either God, her best friends, or her passing out prevented it.
She quickly showers, erases the photos, and makes her way to church, hoping that there's nothing she can't remember that would cause permanent social damage...
And it all happens again the next weekend. Promises made to ourselves are forgotten as stress and exhaustion tempt us toward slipping back into our weekend lifestyles.
At least for 48 more hours...
Some people choose to use the weekend as a time to indulge in their deadly sin of choice. Of the seven, the three I often see the most are:
Sloth
Those who choose sloth decide that the weekend is the perfect time to do absolutely nothing. And I mean nothing... If these people didn't have to use the bathroom or eat to live, they would not leave their bed, let alone their room. These people give a new meaning to sleeping in. Is it 6 pm? They just woke up. Did they pull an all-nighter? No, they just woke up every 6 hours or so to rehydrate, adjust positioning in the bed, go to the bathroom, and go back to sleep. They watch church on television because they can't be bothered to get out of the bed.
Honestly, if they could, they would attach a catheter and an IV of saline, turn off the lights, disconnect the phone, and go comatose for two days straight. And love every second of it...
Pride
You know that girl who goes to class in sweats and a hoodie during the week? The one who lives in tennis shoes and comfortable clothing? Or how about baggy jeans guy? The one always wearing a questionably clean shirt? Have you ever seen them on the weekend? Even if you did, you wouldn't recognize them because once the clock hits a certain hour on Friday, they transform into the most conceited person you never knew you knew.
She wouldn't be caught dead in someone's frat basement without heels and a suggestive outfit. He wouldn't leave his room until he was sure that everyone looked at him when he exited. Why do they do this at this time? Because during the week, they're too busy being academic perfectionists to care about what they look like. They're so good at this transformation, they can execute it better than any make-over show on televison, and in a shorter time. Their before/after shots from the weekend could inspire any awkward teen to have hope in a future of happiness. In fact, they have perfected this skill to the point where you almost want to tell them to stop being a student and become a professional make-up artist/beautician/fashion consultant/etc.
They would, but then they're afraid that they might make someone look better than they do...
Lust
Ah, lust. The most infamous and [arguably] most practiced of the sins. It's existance has inspired many a drunken hook-up, depressing morning after, and the invention of the morning after pill.
I'm not one to judge anyone. Seriously. This is just a series of observations.
Girl A has had a long week. She's stressed about the impending doom of her GPA. She's single. She has the unfortunate situation of attending a PWI where the women of color severely outnumber the men of color, and the men of non-color [what?] don't seem to be going for the chocolate-y types. She hasn't had any considerable play in ages, it seems, and she just wants to de-stress this weekend.
Add alcohol, stir.
She has become a dancefloor goddess in search of someone to worship at her temple. Confidence on overload, standards skewed, BAL increasing, and the next thing you know it's the next morning. No, she didn't wake up next to someone, nor did she have to perform the infamous walk of shame. But she does have some pictures on her camera of her and Boys A-G scandalously enacting things she has memorized from music videos but never planned to perform in public. She was tempted to go further, but either God, her best friends, or her passing out prevented it.
She quickly showers, erases the photos, and makes her way to church, hoping that there's nothing she can't remember that would cause permanent social damage...
And it all happens again the next weekend. Promises made to ourselves are forgotten as stress and exhaustion tempt us toward slipping back into our weekend lifestyles.
At least for 48 more hours...
06 March 2009
On Late Night Musings...
I have never been one to follow the norm...especially when it comes to sleeping at night. As a result, I've become a connoisseur of late night television watching as well as web surfing, and sometimes, I even find myself preferring to sleep during the day between classes and stay up at night. What is with this attraction to the night?
My father might say that this is a result of reading too many Anne Rice/Stephen King novels or watching too many horror films. My mother would probably say that it has something to do with me not knowing when to go to bed because I've been a night owl for as long as I can remember.
The night also brings up thoughts about different aspects of life, like what I'm going to do with my life, the meaning of life, how all our lives are interconnected, and other thoughts like that...and then I end up getting derailed by some trivial distraction and have to start all over again. Sometimes I end up thinking about things, and not even knowing how my train of thought got there...
It'll end up being something like this:
Man, I can't wait until Spring Break, one year we should definitely hit up South America, Brazil seems nice, or maybe the other coast...somewhere where the ancient Inca used to stay and built up their great civilization, geez history is full of great dynasties...I wonder what people thought of our "new member presentation"...I should really download some more Andre 3000 music...I wonder how the fam in ATL is doing...where's the next family reunion?...why is everyone getting engaged/married/pregnant all of a sudden?...when does life begin to the point where the decision no longer belongs in the hands of the person whose life is being controlled by the pregnancy?...who even started "religion" and why the heck did they make things so freaking "exclusive"...oooh, I think I'm running low on conditioner...should I cut my hair again?...wait...why shouldn't I cut my hair again? It is just hair...why do Black women care so much about hair anyway...oh snap, that's my jam! Heeey!...I wonder if this person singing actually knows about "love"...shoot...I don't really know about "love" like that...*sigh* it's 3 AM... (sleep)
You could basically swap any topic in or out of that internal monologue/stream of consciousness, and it could fit. It's like a blob-o-gram of thought when I should be resting my mind.
But then again, do I really want complete rest brought to my mind just yet? Nah...if that happens...who'll fight the power? So in the meantime in between time, let the musings flow like the Seine.
Oh snap, the negro speaks of rivers!
My father might say that this is a result of reading too many Anne Rice/Stephen King novels or watching too many horror films. My mother would probably say that it has something to do with me not knowing when to go to bed because I've been a night owl for as long as I can remember.
The night also brings up thoughts about different aspects of life, like what I'm going to do with my life, the meaning of life, how all our lives are interconnected, and other thoughts like that...and then I end up getting derailed by some trivial distraction and have to start all over again. Sometimes I end up thinking about things, and not even knowing how my train of thought got there...
It'll end up being something like this:
Man, I can't wait until Spring Break, one year we should definitely hit up South America, Brazil seems nice, or maybe the other coast...somewhere where the ancient Inca used to stay and built up their great civilization, geez history is full of great dynasties...I wonder what people thought of our "new member presentation"...I should really download some more Andre 3000 music...I wonder how the fam in ATL is doing...where's the next family reunion?...why is everyone getting engaged/married/pregnant all of a sudden?...when does life begin to the point where the decision no longer belongs in the hands of the person whose life is being controlled by the pregnancy?...who even started "religion" and why the heck did they make things so freaking "exclusive"...oooh, I think I'm running low on conditioner...should I cut my hair again?...wait...why shouldn't I cut my hair again? It is just hair...why do Black women care so much about hair anyway...oh snap, that's my jam! Heeey!...I wonder if this person singing actually knows about "love"...shoot...I don't really know about "love" like that...*sigh* it's 3 AM... (sleep)
You could basically swap any topic in or out of that internal monologue/stream of consciousness, and it could fit. It's like a blob-o-gram of thought when I should be resting my mind.
But then again, do I really want complete rest brought to my mind just yet? Nah...if that happens...who'll fight the power? So in the meantime in between time, let the musings flow like the Seine.
Oh snap, the negro speaks of rivers!
04 March 2009
On Late Night Conversations...
I find that the later in the night, and the longer the conversation, honesty is inevitable once you hit near to 3 am. We find ourselves relating to others with ease and letting our guards down more frequently. Nothing builds community greater than a string of conversation held together by loose references linking together into a stream of consciousness flowing from one person to another throughout the group of however many people you happen to be talking to, from family to childhood to "whoopins" to television (inevitably resulting in a rousing chorus of the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air theme song) to movies to love to life in general and back around giving way to thoughts you never knew you thunk...
Or something like that.
So for all you readers out there in the blogosphere, I would like you to remember that there are two things that loose the floodgates of the tongue like no other: alcohol and sleepiness.
Did I just say that? Blame it on the...
tiredness
Or something like that.
So for all you readers out there in the blogosphere, I would like you to remember that there are two things that loose the floodgates of the tongue like no other: alcohol and sleepiness.
Did I just say that? Blame it on the...
tiredness
03 March 2009
On Blogging... (Part I)
There comes a point in one's life where questions of aspirations, desires, opinions, and responsibilities come to the forefront of the mind...
That is not where my mind resides at present. Currently, I am in a state of confusion about life in general and what I plan on doing with my life in particular. Yes, law school and all that jazz, but what else am I going to do?
I'm going to blog, that's what I'm going to do. Why?
Well, sir, the better question is "why not?"
And so we begin...
That is not where my mind resides at present. Currently, I am in a state of confusion about life in general and what I plan on doing with my life in particular. Yes, law school and all that jazz, but what else am I going to do?
I'm going to blog, that's what I'm going to do. Why?
Well, sir, the better question is "why not?"
And so we begin...
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