College Life

Well it's been about a week so I thought I'd post another blog. I'm in college now. I feel so old. I've only been in school a week and it feels like I've been here for months. They sure do like to pile work on yah. Each class wants me to read X amount of pages by tomorrow and study for the test and write an essay. I wish I only had to take one or two classes a quarter. Then I could take the time to seriously focus on each subject. I'm taking French1, English1, Art History, and Compartive Politics. Each class is interesting and I want to get as much out of them as I can, but it's hard to devote all your time and effort into four separate classes, especially when they demand so much of you. I'm use to having fun and laying back to enjoy life, but I don't have much time for that anymore. College isn't exactly what I expected. It's a lot different from high school. For one thing, the students actually pay attention. But because the students are so focused, it seems like there is a lot more tension in the class. It's quieter and not as open or layed-back as some high school classes. I kind of miss that. There were times when I was in high school English class (and each year I took English it was pretty much the same situation) that I would be upset that people talked over the teacher. But then for most of the time I could mostly sit in the back and relax, listening to what the teacher said and kind of get lost in my thoughts. With college, if you space out for 5 seconds you probably miss a major point. I still manage to space out though. My thoughts flow like a river, as I said in my last blog. I need my dream world to escape from the sometimes gray, bland world of reality. After a while you start to hear the same themes over and over. There are some new concepts that English and Comparitive Politics have introduced me to, and I'm really happy I'm in those classes to hear them. Sometimes their concepts are even reflected in both subjects. I should be studying for a French test I have tommorrow. Je suis flemme. Yo quiero dormir. Donde esta mi musica? Ou est le temps? Necesito ir. Au revoir.

~Jessica

Not Another Saturday . . .

Well, it's Saturday, and as usual I'm avoiding doing the things that need to be done . . . namely homework. I'll put it off until Sunday. Why? Because can, plus I'm lazy. I'm one of those people who thinks, why do today what I can put off until tommorrow. I like to enjoy the moment and doing homework is just not my idea of a gerat moment. It's more like a depressing hour. But it's funny because it's not like what I'm doing now is that much better. I'm wasting the moment, but in my mind it's still better than doing homework. Besides, I'm writing to you, so this is not exactly a waste of time. My English teacher says 2 things should be considered when writing something. What is the purpose or reason you are writing? In other words why are you writing what you are writing. And the other is Who is your audience? In otras palabras: know what and why you aer writing and who is going to read it. It's good advice. My blog subjects seem kind of sporatic though. One minute I'll be talking about my Saturday morning and the next I'm talking about my English class. My brain wanders. It's better than sitting in one spot all day never exploring other regions of the mind. My sister has ADD. My brain wanders, but from what I've heard, her brain runs. I can't imagine what that would be like. Never being able to focus on one thing, every minute a thousand thoughts pop into your head but your never able to think about just one. She takes medication though, so her brain wanders like mine now. It helps her focus in school and pay attention. Well, this has been an interesting blog.


~Jessica

Night and Day

Sometimes I feel like a superhero - not because I have magical powers, or because I can save the world, but because one minute I seem average and invisible, then the next I seem amazing and unique. Physically, I appear different at night. During the day I wear contacts and makeup. But at night, I have my glasses on, my reatiner is in my mouth, I wear comfy pajamas, and my hair is messed up. My personality can be similar at times. Somedays, I like to be alone and feel invisible. I don't want to be bothered by anyone and I'll sink deeper into my shell. Then other days, I want to hangout with friends, go places, and do things. Yup, I'm a superhero - at least when it comes to double identities. This was a short blog. I'll have another one up soon though.


~ Jessica

My Blog Titles Are Misleading . . .

I saw a commercial the other day. (Not that I don't see one everyday) A 50 year old woman said that she wished that life would hold still for her, though she knew it wouldn't. Then she said that since time passed quickly, she was glad she had already made plans for her funeral so that she wouldn't be a financial burden on her family. The whole time she discussed this she was smiling and acted like she didn't have a care in the world. Then a man came on and started saying that funeral costs are an average $6,000. He suggested making investments and planning ahead for your funeral. Commmercials like these upset me. They take a subject as trivial as death and try to exploit it and earn money from it. I don't think someone who has spent her whole life taking care of her children, should have to worry about taking care of her own funeral. Who plans for their own funeral anyway? Maybe when you're 60 you might make a will and start considering what will happen to you after you die, but you don't spend all of your time thinking about paying bills for your coffin. When I'm that age, I want to reflect on my life, appreciate what I have, and not worry about the future. At that point I will have spent my whole life worrying and stressing about my future. When you are at that age you are supposed to relax, stand back, and see what you've accomplished with your time on earth.



~Pirate J

Night Walker

Tonight we celebrated my step-brother Trevor's birthday. He's 22. My step-sister Sarah drove me from my mom's house to my dads, so we got to hangout for a little bit. When it was time for Sarah to go, I walked her out to her car because 1. she forgot where she parked it and 2. I wanted to give her a proper farewell. After i hugged her goodbye, I had to make my way back to the restaurant where we were celebrating Trev's birthday. at this time it was 8:00 at night. It was starting to get cold, the sky was clear and dark, and the moon was as bright as ever. I began to realise as I walked, that I was all alone. It is strange, but I have never really walked alone. My parents have always been there to make sure I was always with a friend or some other adult so I would never have to walk anywhere by myself. So, as I was walking alone I thuoght to myself: this isn't that bad. Walking alone comes with a sense of peace and individual freedom. I was still on edge though. Maybe it was the coldness of the weather, the fact that there was little light, or that constant paranoia in the back of your head that someone is hiding in the shadows, but I felt very instinctive and almost animalistic. I was on edge and very alert of the things around me. I walked faster and was prepared to run at any moment. Of course, I had nothing really to fear. i was in a pretty nice area and had no reason to be worried or nervous about walking alone down the street. I was still relieved though when i made it back to the "safety" of the restaurant. (Picture: left = me, and right = Sarah)


~ Pirate J

The Cab Ride

I found this prompt and thought it was pretty interesting : prompt#80 Take two people who dislike each other and stick them in the back of a cab together. What happens?

John: "Of all the cabs in L.A., how did I get stuck with this one?"
Rachel: "Yah, like I really want in to be in this cab with you either."
Cab Driver: "Are you guys married?"
John: "Not any more, thank God."
Rachel: "Yah, that's one mistake I won't make again anytime soon."
(awkward silence) . . .
Cab Driver: "So how long were you two married?"
(at the same time) -John: "Long enough." -Rachel: "Twelve years."
Cab Driver: "I don't mean to pry, but why did you guys split up?"
(awkward silence)
John: "It was a conflict of interests."
Rachel: (sarcastic whisper) "Yah, I was interested in him, and he was interested in other women."
John: "Well maybe I wouldn't have been interested if you didn't bite my head off every five seconds . . ."
Rachel: "Maybe I wouldn't have to if you had one ounce of consideracy in your body . . ."
Cab Driver: (thinking) This will be the longest cab ride of all time . . . Why do I have to ask crazy people questions? I should charge them more than usual.
John: "Look, it's over now so can we stop arguing?"
Rachel: "Gladly."
John: "Besides, it's not like we'll see each other ever again after this."
Rachel: "One can only hope."
(awkward silence) . . .
John: "Can you turn the radio on or something?"
Cab Driver: "Sorry it's broken. It's going to be fixed next week."
Rachel: (sarcastic) "That's just great . . ."
John: "How much longer do you think it will take?"
Cab Driver: "Well, considering the amount of traffic we're in, I'd say twenty minutes."
(more awkward silence)
(Cellphone ring) John: (thinking) Thank God . . .
John: "Hello, oh hi honey, how are you?"
Rachel : (rolling her eyes) "Of course she would call you at this moment."
John: "O.k., Cynthia, I'll see you in twenty. Love you too, bye."
Rachel: (sarcastically) "So who was that?"
John: (to cab driver) "So are you married?"
Cab Driver: "No, not yet, but I have been dating my girl for three years."
John: "Wow, that's great."
Rachel: "So why don't you marry her?"
John: "Not every relationship needs marriage, Rachel."
Rachel: "God knows our's didn't."
John: "What's your problem? Why can't you just let go and accept the fact that I'm happy with somebody else? In fact, you should go out and find someone."
Rachel: "I don't need a man to give my life meaning."
John: (bitterly) "No, that's right, you have money and clothes to give your life meaning."
Rachel: "You're an a*%#%^$, yah know that?"
John: "Well, you're a b%#$% and that's worse."
(Cab driver pulls car over.)
Cab Driver: "Here we are."
Rachel: "Hey, we still have three blocks to go, why why did you pull over?"
Cab Driver: "Because I'd rather lose the buck fifty and keep my sanity."

The End