Bend over and I will show you the world.

Rider University likes to make it's students pay for receiving it in the behind. Seriously. Rider likes to bend people over, thrust it into their behind and take their money while doing it.

You would think that if you needed a course to graduate, they would offer it at least every other semester, correct? Wrong. Rider requires me to take a course, which has not been offered in TWO SEMESTERS. Now, because of this, I will not be able to graduate on time.

Granted, I did switch majors a little late in the game, but that would have put me behind only six credits, which could have been made up IF THIS COURSE THAT HASN"T BEEN OFFERED IN TWO SEMESTERS WAS OFFERED SO I COULD TAKE IT AND MAKE UP THOSE CREDITS. But no. I am forced to bend over and take the giant penis of Rider University in my buttocks.

The only good thing that has happened to me while at Rider (school related that is - not girls, friends or anything outside) was getting an on-campus apartment with single bedrooms for me and three of my friends, a kitchen, washer, private bathroom and living room. (And on top of that, we had to win it in a lottery. We weren't even guaranteed housing for next year.) Seriously, that is it. And what makes it worse... if I end up student teaching in the Spring, I will be forced to only enjoy these accommodations for half of the year. I know, awesome, right?

Sorry for the rant-like post. But it had to be done. Colleges are nothing but scams. Businesses that want your money so they can gloat to their friends about how they like to bend people over. And yet, for some strange reason, other jobs and companies and businesses use it as a requirement. What a strange world we live in.

We Will Prevail. O Yeah!

I always knew my brother and I had a good relationship. Sometimes I doubted how close we were, but a few nights ago I was reassured that it was a hell of a lot closer than most. I've wanted to get a tattoo with him for a while now, but we are both poor and he seems to have no interest in the matter. I take that back. I am poor and he does have an interest in the matter, its just that he doesn't want to have matching tattoos. Which is a good idea because that would be kind of... well... kind of gay. And he isn't poor. He has more money than I do and is just saving it for a trip to Australia or something. The bastard.

Anyway, it occurred to me how close we really are when he came to me for help before he went to my parents. He's having a rough time at school (this being his froshie year) and he came to me for advice. It felt good to let him know through my experience that everything would work out. He'll be fine. I do want to go visit him up at school though, I've never been up to WNEC before.

Back to School. Back to School. Prove to Dad, I am no Fool.

So I have returned from my shred-tastic snowboard trip in Vermont and I couldn't say that I have had a better time in my life. It was so much fun. I miss it so much. My friends who came were amazing and I just had an all out good time. However, leaving the state and driving through a few others only led me to continue my thoughts about living in the present. What am I going to do with my life? What will I do after college? What kind of juice do I want? Is it really socially acceptable if I wear pink? And who really takes the time to read my pointless rants? I really just want to take my life, pack it all up and road trip. Everywhere. Did I mention the fact that I'm not the only one who feels this way? I am ready for something new. Because hey. I'm only 20 once. I only have one 21st birthday. I only have one chance to live today as it is. Because after today, its not today... its tomorrow. Am I making sense? or did I just blow your mind?!

With that. It's time for bed. I have class at 1130 tomorrow and I still have to drive to school. Damn Rider and their lack of days off. Au revoir.

Why so negative?

I really can't understand how some people can be so malicious and unfriendly. I just don't get it. I mean sometimes I suppose if you just had some sort of tragedy, but I mean gosh. That mean? In my writing class we just got done workshopping our pieces and there is this one girl in the class who can't go one story without saying something negative. Even if it's right down to something as small as she thinks the main character's hair color should be different. Yeah. I know. Today in class, she suggested that this kid change the entire concept of his story (an invisible man) because it did not seem realistic.

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hello? This is a creative writing: FICTION class. Seriously, what the hell is up with people? Am I missing something? Am I missing the gene in my body that allows me to be mean to everyone? Or maybe being nice is not a human quality. Maybe it's only found in rare cases... like a disease. A disease that I wish everyone had. Don't get me wrong, I know a ton of nice people. There are many in my life. I am just questioning the attitude of certain people.

Mid-Mid-Life Crisis

Have you ever felt like you've been asleep you're entire existence? For the past week my Advanced Creative Writing class with Dr. Hess has been reading Natural Disaster by Al Burian. It's safe to say that he is one of my favorite authors, but on Friday we watched a few videos on YouTube from Burian's band, Milemarker. This lead to a discussion on how Burian travels a lot and really doesn't stay in one place too long (unless its N. Carolina). I mean, this guy travels with his band(s) and sleeps on couches and eats when he can and tries to stay awake for long periods of time. This guy is living life while I am stuck here at Rider University learning to be a teacher. I want to travel and write. I want to write. Teaching can wait til I'm old. Anyway, eventually it got to a point in class where it pretty much evolved into a Mid-Mid-Life crisis for me and I just broke down. I kept calm, trying to show nothing but I couldn't help but feel as if I have been asleep for the past two decades of my life. I feel like I have been no where but New Jersey for the entirety of my life and it makes me want to vomit. Don't get me wrong, I love New Jersey and it will always be home, but I want to travel. I want to see things. I want to go on road trips. Sleep on couches. In the backseat of my car. I want to be able to say "I did that." to my kids. You know what I mean? Life is too short to be dabbled with. So as I sign off, I leave you with this question....

Who wants to come with me?

Stories about Love and Romance

Ok, so you want to write a story about love. You want an oddball girl falling for the quarterback. You want a troubled teen getting the popular girl in school. You want Mr. Romeo himself to catch Ms. Juliet before she falls because of the broken heel in her dress shoes. Wrong.

It has been done before people. What don't you get about that? If you want to write about love, that is one hundred percent A-OK. But don't make it like every other story. The oddball girl falls for the quarterback who is addicted to crack. The troubled teen falls for the popular girl in school who is actually a lesbian. Mr. Romeo only catches Ms. Juliet before she hits the ground because he thought she was a man and Mr. Romeo is flaming gay but Ms. Juliet, over time, gets him to change teams.

Come on people, let me see some zest. Anyway, sorry for the rant-like post. It's not that I don't appreciate the hard work that you put into the story. Just... well... don't make me read it. Make me want to read it.

Backwards

I often thought I would never get a blog. Isn't it weird that you have to read the posts from the end of the story? Creepy. Anyway, I'm just wasting space to make a first post. Is that enough? I don't know for sure.

One thing I do know... looking for a career is difficult and most tedious. And I still haven't graduated college yet. Also, if time is of the essence, why aren't you using yours properly?