Sophomore year..the beginning

So this year I have went through a lot of different changes. I've realized how much I HATED high school, and I discovered where my passion for theatre came from. It a super long story but I just wanted to get this out first and ask you all a question. I am currently cast in a theatrical production at my university. I have not told my dad yet because I know he wouldn't care or come. Should I still tell him and make that his decision?

Master of Youth (Part VII)

I had no idea what to do. I was lost, I was beaten. She knew I was powerless to stop her from using me to get my Master. I would of considered myself expendable and killed myself by now to save my Master. He knew more and was better equipped to protect the land then me, an apprentice not even half way through the training. But that was when those thoughts where true. Now I was just one year away from completing my training and my Master did not have the years or time left to train other apprentice. “Get up boy; we go to your Master now. He has been searching the swamp for ye all night” The witch said and pulled me up from the ground. “No funny business ye hear me boy” she opened her mouth. I noticed the Gelbi root in the back. The root was deadly even by the tiniest bit. If I did something she bit down and we’d both be dead. No magic that me or Master knew or practiced could bring back the dead. That was an act of the dark and only necromancers could or would bring back the dead.

We had killed a very powerful necromancer on our last trip up to north to the Old City. He had enslaved the whole city using the power he gains from bringing back the dead. A necromancer’s powers increase every time they bring back a person from the dead. That person’s soul turns into magical energy for the necromancer to use. We use that same magic but since our bodies get exhausted from the process we are limited. If we push past this exhaustion, our bodies will become damage. In the most severe cases we can lose years of our lives. Take away exhaustion; the soul would not know when to stop producing magic. And since it cannot lose more years on it’s life, its power becomes infinite. Of course the strength of the magic is only equivalent to the person before they died. That is why necromancers tend to need more dead bodies and souls, to increase the strength of their spells. The necromancer we fought had 200 souls at his possession. But even at that level of power his strength was not enough for the combination of ours. We are Spooks and have an affinity for magic. We are able to covert very small amounts of magic into powerful attacks. We are sometimes called amplifiers because of this ability. If a Spook has been trained well he can share this ability with those around him, amplifying their powers and his own. With two Spooks constantly amplifying each other’s powers we can increase our strengths exponentially. Of course there is a limit to this ability based on the Spooks or persons physical and magical capacity of maintaining such power. If you increase too quickly or too much and people or person you are affecting cannot handle it, they can die from the strain. This amplification ability it very hard to control even my Master has difficulty with it. “

Boy call out for your master” the witch moved behind me. I did as I was told. A part of me hoped he wouldn’t come. I didn’t want him to fall prey to her trap but what could I do.

Master of Youth (Part VI)

With my eyes closed I focused on drawing in the energy around me just like I had read. But I couldn’t hold onto the energy. My mind kept shifting out of the meditated state. I focused harder, I let me mind go blank. It didn’t last. I then smelled something peculiar. It was the smell of blood and dirt. I wondered where that smell could be coming from. I then thought back to the thought of my Master’s smile. What if he was the witch and was draining my blood in the meditated state where I couldn’t feel my body. I opened my eyes in panic. But I wasn’t in the sanctuary; I was lying on the ground somewhere outside. It was dark and I couldn’t see well. I waited till my eyes had adjusted and looked around. I realized I was still in the swamp. I looked at where I had been lying; it was by a large rock that was covered with my blood. “So you a finally wake up again eh boy?” said the witch. I turned and looked in horror. The Blood Witch was standing not to far away just looking at me with her black eyes. “Don’t even try to move boy. You in my scream circle. Did you like that dream of yours? I had nothing to do with it, your mind just made up what had happened after you hit that rock. It was fun to watch though. Do you know the power of scream circle?” she asked me showing her pointed smile. I did. Anything that happened in the dream would happen to the person as well, which meant I was out of magic and extremely exhausted. “I do” I responded to the witch, watching her closely. “I bet your wondering why I didn’t kill yah when you be dreaming?” she got up and moved closer to me, “well I want your Master, boy. I want his blood. His blood it betted then yours and full of wisdom and strength. I want that blood, boy. So I saved you so you could bring him to me.” I looked at her, “why would I bring him to you? I have no reason too he’ll find me and stop you. I still have enough magic to put up a Solitary confinement barrier” this was true, I did have enough magic to perform the spell I just did not know how long it would last. She laughed and grabbed me by the head, “Did you really think I wouldn’t do something to make yah do what I want. I tied our bloods together with a maternity bond. It bond a mother with its child, so if the mother dies so does the child. And it only works in that fashion. Now who do you think be the mama, me or ye?” She threw my face down into the dirt and walked away laughing. I was stuck if she was telling the truth she would force my Master out and trade him me for his blood. I knew that even my Solitary barrier couldn’t stop a maternity spell. I was going to be bait for this witch and I had no idea how to undo the spell, save my Master, or save myself.

BLOG=Writng?

So I have been writing for you guys for some time now. And my writing has been all over the place. Talking about school and English and writing a short a story. I think my Blog writing is very similar to the title of my Blog, Random. I think this blog so far has been real expressive. It has helped me write about many things and to grow as a writer and a person. Since this is so free and I am not worried about grammar or punctuations and petty things like that I can really let myself be free and just write. This type of writing is just like a personal Journal or Diary. It safe, (even though it on the internet), and me. It my thoughts and my personal beliefs. Although I do have to censure certain things, it’s still me. And that is why I like writing this Blog. At first I was not so sure how I would feel. Writing has been a struggle for me. The ideas seem to get stuck at the elbow(s) and never make it to my hands correctly. And that was always frustrating. I would miss words or letters. And I was so lazy about assignments that I would never proof read my work. And yes there is no one to blame but myself. I am just saying that I noticed that is happens less with this writing. With this blog I am free. Well…that’s not totally true. I did struggle more with the writing of assigned topics then the free ones. And that again goes back to me point of free flowing thoughts. I have no idea if I will continue to write this blog. I hope I do and I want to. But who knows what will happen in the next 30 years, my computer might get up and walk away one day, Terminator style.

Master of Youth (part V)

He got up from the floor and dusted himself off. “Well, let’s hope that those two barriers we did do the trick. But just in case let’s go up to the sanctuary.” My master said with a little bit of worry in his voice. I was worried too. It really didn’t matter if they broke, the only thing we need was time. I turned around and followed my master up the stairs. We were heading to the third floor. The third floor only had two rooms. One was the Master’s study where he kept all his books and journals. I had been in their only once. I was in that room on first day as his apprentice. He wanted to show me how much knowledge one would need in the business. It was a test to see if I would get scared of the amount of work I would be doing. If I was scared of that, then how could I face the things that go bump in the night? The other room was the sanctuary. The door was different then the other ones in the house. This was one was made of silver and rowan wood. The sliver and rowan wood combination made it extremely hard for those of the dark to get through. It would burn most creatures just by the faintest touch. And for those who could push though the burn had pain like you couldn’t imagine every second they kept touching the door. My master pulled out a strange looking key from his pocket in and inserted into the door. He didn’t turn the key and yet the door swung open rather quickly. He hurried me into the room after him and quickly shut the door. He took the key and put it back into his pocket. The room was empty. There were no book selves, tables, or even windows. It was a room made of silver and rowan wood. It felt like I was in a giant metal box. This made it impossible to enter without going through the door, or escape. I laughed a little at that thought. My master looked at me and gave me a funny look. On the floor was a Buso circle. A circle that helps restore magic more quickly if one is meditate within it. In the olden times it was used a sacrificial symbol. Those wanting to gain more power made sacrifices within it. We entered the Buso and sat down. I had never used one before but I did read about them in the book my master gave me. I was to concentrate on my center and zone everything else out. I was supposed to visualize my magic and imagine it growing. This would then cause the Buso to activate and grant my wish. It would restore my power and I’d be ready to fight next to master. “Go first. I want to make sure you’re safe and strong before I go.” My master said with a kind smile on his face. I smiled and closed my eyes slowly. Before my eyes were shut completely I noticed something weird about my master’s smile it looked almost wicked.

Master of Youth (part IV)

The gate was a five minute walk from the front door to the house. As I got the gate I saw the five polls were I was to attach the rope to. I took the rope and tied it to the first poll. I made the pentagram with the rope and stood in the middle of the pentagram. I raised my arms so they were parallel to the ground. “Kai,” I yelled as I flicked my hands up to be perpendicular to the rope. The rope began to glow a bright red that slowly faded through the spectrum. I took a deep breath and let the energy gather inside me. My hands made the appropriate symbols as I stated the spell, “Mai Sode no Shirayuki.” The rope began to glow like a white fire. This was an advance protection spell. It required a great deal of focus and left me almost completely drained of magic. My master new this but he needed his magic to save us both if this did not work. “Tsugi no mai,” I took a deep breath and clapped my hands together, “Hakuren.” Little white strands of energy grew from the rope and began to form a tent above my head. “Some no mai, Tsukishiro.” The strands of energy above me began to come together creating a flat disk, which covered the entire pentagram. “I gathered all the energy I had within me and yelled, “San no mai, Shirafune.” The disk compressed to a little white dot then expanded to cover a distance of four miles from the center. The wave of magic becomes a barrier that makes it hard for anything not of the light to withstand being in it. The closer you are the center the strong the magic. I collapsed to the ground. The spell had taken its toll and my magic was almost completely gone. I sat there for what seemed like hours waitng for my strenght to return. When I recoverd enough strength to get up I made my way back to the house. I walked throught the front door and saw my master on the floor. I walked over to him. He was in a circle doing a mirror barrier. It creates a barrier in the caster designated location. It makes all who enter the space see a mirror image of the space. Everything that was right is now left. Up is down and far is close. It can be very confusing and can ward off even the most stubborn witches. He finished quickly and was less exhausted then I was.


“You okay son, didn’t take too much out of yah did it?” My master asked. I just smiled and stood up tall. I was trying to be cocky; I just didn’t want him to worry about me. The last time his apprentice made him worry, the apprentice had died

ENGL-ish?

I have never been a fan of English. It just never seems to stick in my head. I really hated grammar rules and formatted forms of writing. This has changed through this semester in English 101. I have liked some of the papers and topic we have covered. I still do not get grammar rules, but perhaps that is for a different class. English 101 was not what I expected it. I just thought you wrote a paper every day. A one pager paper, and had one paper peer reviewed before you turned it in. Well to my happiness, I only have to write four papers in the whole semester. I could not be happier. I am still not sure how I feel about the blog but I will say that I find the free choice weeks easier to write about. Right now I am doing this only to get the points. I could care less about English 101 at this moment in time. But it has helped me mature as a writer and understand my process better. Obviously, English is an opinion based subject, so I still don’t understand how you grade an opinion based class….(digression). There is one thing I wish we could English, we have done a free write, a review, and researched paper. The last unit I would like to do is a poetry unit. I am creative so this would be a good outlet for me. I think it would also help others break free. Plus its fun and no one minds writing whatever they want. We could write 10 full length poems or write as many poems as we want that fit a certain total word requirement. Whatever, it would be fun and a very nice change of pace from this researched paper. Thank you!!! )


p.s. PLEASE PICK THIS AS OUR FOURHT UNIT TOPIC

Master of Youth(part III)

After five minutes we began to walk back home. As we did I told him how I had found her hideout, got her tied up, how she broke out and chased me through the swamp where I eventually fell, and what she said about armous dust. “I’ve never heard of armous dust before,” he said with a strange curiosity in his voice, “rowan wood should have worked on a witch of her type. We need to consult the books about this one,” he said smiling at me. We walked together silently. I could tell that what I had told him about the rowan wood perplexed him beyond belief. We walked the three miles a fast past hoping that would keep the witch from finding our scents. It was for an hour by the time we arrived home. Before we entered the house we had to set up a defensive barrier for extra precaution. The house did have an alarm system that summons tow earth golems to guard the front and back door. They can easily track and capture lower level witches, but are not strong enough against the blood witch that was after us. We walked to the back of the house where the storage was. It was a small wood building that looked so old and worn that the first time I opened the door I thought it would fall on me. I soon was over that fear as I walked into the building. The building was made of steel combined with rowan wood, scrapes of werewolf bones, and covered in ancient magic symbols. The outside was painted like that so people would assume it was nothing special. I went over to the center table and began to grab a rope of rowan leaves. My master was at the back getting some supplies for protection spell. I took the rope and headed for the main gate.

Recent events at ISU

This past week I went to see two plays at my College. I go to Illinois State University located in Normal. The two shows I saw were Don Juan comes back from the war and A Street car named Desiree. Don Juan was absolutely fantastic. They covered the whole stage in snow, had snow falling from the ceiling and had a backdrop onto which they projected an animation of a snow storm. The play had only one male actor who plays Don Juan, every other character was a female of some sort. Don Juan was a womanizer before the war and even worse after wards. The set was in a thrust setting which means that the audience surrounded the stage on three sides. It was a beautiful set and lighting design. The costumes where lovely, even the tattered clothing looked good. It was delightful performance and it got me excited for the spring season.


The second show I say was Street Car. The set was absolutely fantastic. It had different levels, this wonderful spiral staircase. The main play area had walls made from scrim, so you could see through them when lit from behind. The show had a fantastic cast and the play was long but amazingly done. I cannot believe that it was three hours long. The show takes you on a ride through Blanche Dubois’s visit to her sister Stella and her husband Stanley. There is something off about Blanche when we first meet her and Stanley takes it upon himself to find out what is up with Blanche. At the end of the play Stanley has raped Blanche, Stella birthed a baby and Blanche is being tricked by her sister into getting mental help.

These plays were both done with such art and a focus to detail. I applaud the directors and actors of both theses wonderful shows.

The Master of Youth(part II)

“Come on get up I like my meals not to be sittin for to long.” She grabbed the back of my shirt and pulled me up. I looked her in the eyes, smiled and threw the rowan wood at her. She screamed as the wood touched her skin. I watched as it started to burn her flesh. The burnt flesh fell of her body as a ball or fire. But she was right this was not going to be enough her skin was healing as the burning flesh kept falling off. The wood wouldn’t last to much long I had to run now. Our eyes locked as I bolted past. He eyes showed me that she would not forget this. I couldn’t care less. I ran for the clearing hearing her shout behind me in pain. I knew my master was waiting for me at the river. He had to take care of a skela at the light house. A skela looks like a skeleton of a fish that has been turned human. It has a long tube-like claw that reaches down from each arm that acts as its hands. The claws are used to drink the blood of their victims. Most of the time skela’s feed on sharks or whales but on occasion go after humans on land. I saw him standing their on the beach. I called out to him. He turned around and stood their waiting for me. I came to him and fell at his feet gasping for air. “What happened? Is she dead? Did you kill her?” he looked at me, his face full of worry. “No the rowan wood didn’t work,” I said. He backed away slowly from and kneeled in front of me. “Are you ok?” he asked. I nodded my head slowly as my breath started to come back. “When we start moving tell me exactly what happened.” I nodded my head again and took long deep breaths. We both knew we had to move or the witch would find us.

Favorite books and how it all got started

Growing up my favorite books where books about dinosaurs. I was not an avid reader until sixth grade. But when I was little any book about dinosaurs was on my list. I would check out book after book and I kept doing this till the end of my freshman year. That is the when the dream of becoming a Paleontologist just wasn’t in my future anymore. I can still remember to this day the book that sparked this interest in me. Although, I will admit that I do not remember the name of the book, I can remember the story. The story was about a little boy who went on a dig with his dad and found this big dinosaur tooth. When he picked the tooth up he was sent back in time and could talk with the dinosaurs. The book ended with him learning and befriending the dinosaurs and returning to his own time. To me that was the most interesting thing in the world.


My passion for Paleontology has not died away completely but my reading list has changed quite a bit. I love fantasy books, and plays, and little bit of everything else. But my niche is fantasy. Now I don’t mean it’s all about elves and dragons and space aliens. Yes I will read those kinds of books. My favorite books are those that take this world and change it just a little, sort of like Harry Potter’s world, a coexisting. My favorite book today is hard to pick because I am really into series. So if I have to pick my favorite none series book it would have to be Warbreaker. But my favorite author who writes the books the read the most is Garth Nix. His books have so much creativity in them and the characters are real(not two dimensional). I do not know why or how I started liking fantasy books but I am still sort of a kid so there is plenty of time for growth and exploration.

About Me : D

Once upon a time, in a land far, far away called Huntington Oaks there once lived an elf named Andrew Joseph Rosenblat (that would be me). Honestly, I would prefer to be called A.J. It is definitely much easier than Andrew Joseph. I would have to say I have the most “normal” name in my family when comparing to you humans’ names. My mother’s name is Sunshine and my father’s name is Midnight. I guess what they say is true, opposites really do attract. In addition to me, I have 2 other siblings, my sister, Teardrop, and my brother, Chaos. Their names really do fit their personality. Teardrop always seems to have some sort of drama in her life; while Chaos can never sit still and is always causing some kind of mischief. Sometimes I feel left out of the loop because my siblings have names that fit them and mine is just some average human name (no offense to you humans). No matter what my name might be, I love my family and always will love for anything they do. I have a bunch of friends too who just like me are elves. They are what get me through the day. They are my backbone.


Okay, so there is a possibility that I might have lied about everything that I have just told you. Okay, so I DID lie about everything I just said. What can I say? I have a very imaginative mind. Although, I did tell you the truth about my name, I am Andrew Joseph Rosenblat. I honestly am probably one of the most outgoing people you will ever meet. I will talk to anyone that can hold a conversation. I have the best friends in the world and would not replace them for anything. The people I love even more than my friends are my family members. Family is the most important thing to me. They are the ones that, no matter what, will love me unconditionally even if I mess up really bad. I come from a big family so I have a ton of supporters.

I am currently 18 years old as a freshman in college at Illinois State University and I must say, even though it does have its ups and downs, I do love it here. I have met some great people and have shared some wonderful memories. Even though I am declared as a Mathematics/Theatre education major, a job that I would love to be able to have would be a radiologist. For those of you that do not know what a radiologist is, they are the people at the doctor’s offices and hospitals that deal with the x-rays. To me, they just have the coolest job taking pictures of people’s bones. Not to mention that they make absolute bank! For anyone that might be confused by that phrase, it means that they make a whole bunch of money. The job that I would definitely not want to have would have to be a high school English teacher. I could never be able to handle reading all of those papers. Proofreading is one thing, grading and critiquing a paper is a completely different thing. It is just not my style.

I may be very interested in the entertainment world, but there are some things that I cannot bring myself to watch or listen to. Those would include gory movies and rap/hip hop music. For instance, there is no way you will find me watching any of the Saw movies. If I am in the same room that one of the movies are playing, you will see me sitting in the corner, covering my ears, under a blanket, while closing my eyes. In the car, the radio will be on and if a Lil’ Wayne or T-Pain song comes on, I will bet you that my hand will be the first one to the seek button to turn off the song. I understand that other people might like that music (I do not understand why they would) so I am not going to sit here and completely trash it. Everyone has their own opinion and they are free to express it in whatever way they wish to. I would not advise you to try to turn that music on around me, that is all I am saying.

You know those people that talk in Internet lingo, the people that say things like, “IDK” (I don’t know) and “BRB” (be right back)? Well I would hate to admit it, but my most over used phrase would have to be “JK” which means just kidding. I know, I know, you all are probably all saying to yourself, “Really?” And as sad as it is to say, it is 100% true. Even though that is the word that I use the most, the word that I love to say and use is omnipotent. For anyone that does not know, it means all-powerful, invincible, or unstoppable. The best example I can think of right now to describe someone that is omnipotent would have to be God. Yeah, I could say some sort of super hero, but God is the only one that is truly omnipotent. There is one word that I absolutely, without a doubt cannot stand, and that word would be faggot. That word just gets under my skin and just shoots this hatred through my body.

I have yet to be out of the country. I have been to a few different states here and there but nothing was really all that special. If I could ever travel anywhere in the world, I would definitely have to choose to go to Australia. I would go there for the sole reason of being very far away from my family. Of course I love them with all my heart, but I think, just like everyone else might, you can only take so much of your family for so long. It would also be nice to go to Australia to see all of the kangaroos and joeys. I would love to organize a trip there this summer just to get the feel of it and experience being there.

I would have to say that I am a pretty organized person. If I have clutter around me then I just feel like I can’t concentrate on anything. The only thing I think about is the clutter. At my desk, everything has its place and by golly, it better be in that place or else I just feel like my day will just be completely off. Another way that I am very organized is that if I am given instructions, they must be actual directions, not just guidelines. Not just telling me to do something and expect me to know how to do it on my own. So for instance, if you ever want me to get your lunch for you, tell me exactly what you want.

Everyone has their own life goals. And everyone’s are different. Some of my ambitions are to get married and have twins. I know usually people who have twins don’t plan on having twins, it just kind of happens. But I am one of the few random people in this world that actually want to plan on having twins. I love children and just believe twins are the best type of kids to have.

Well this is me. Take me as you will. If you want to get to know me, maybe be my new friend, or if you want to just find a different blog to find, that is perfectly fine with me. No one will change me.

-A.J.

The Master of Youth

Hey this is a little short story that I am writing and every other week i'll post some more of it. ENJOY!

I ran through the forest hoping to get away. I couldn’t fight her off by myself, I needed help. I heard her foot steps behind me closing in. I couldn’t out run her I knew that I just needed to get out of the swamp. I was following the stream hoping that it would lead to the lake close to the western capitol. I tripped over a root and fell to the ground hitting my face hard on a rock. My face was now bleeding the blood making a small pool by the rock. I desperately tried to get up but the pain was too much. I heard laughing; she was behind me walking towards me slowly. As she approached I dug my hands into my pockets and filled my hands with crushed rowan wood, hoping that would be enough to slow her down or save my life. Her hands grabbed me by the hair and tugged my head up to meet her face. This was the first time I had seen a blood witch up close. Her eyes we black and her skin in patches on her face covering up the bone underneath. Her teeth were pointy and red. She held me there for minute, just looking into my eyes. “Rowan wood don’t work on me, boy,” she said smiling. My eyes must have showed my fear since she began to laugh. “You stupid boy, don’t your master teach ya anyting, rowan wood only good for lower witches,” her face began to smile “For me you be needing some armous dust.” I looked at her trying to understand what she was saying. “What boy, don’t yah know what armous dust be?” she looked into my eyes and didn’t even wait for me to answer, “armous dust come form the armous flower which bloom only once ever sixty-seven years, boy.” She threw my head down into the dirt, laughing as she did so. I was angry why would my master send me hear if he didn’t teach me how to defeat her. “Now yah gonna pay for comin after me.” I had to get away it was my only chance whether the rowan wood would work on not I had to try it.

What makes a good writer?

The struggle of all students: writing a good paper. But what is good writing? Good writing is clear, concise, focused, and logical. If you can do these four things then you can write a good paper. But a good paper doesn’t me an exciting paper. Your paper may be good but boring. And then we ask ourselves is boring not good? So then how do we decide what good writing is? We cannot say or list things that will always guarantee good writing. We can only give you things that will guide you on the right track. Like I said before being clear, concise, focused and logical in your writing will definitely help you with your writing. But you must make it interesting and fun. Obviously no one wants to read a boring paper so, spice it up, make it worth their effort. If you can do that, then maybe you’re not a totally bad writer.


Now perhaps it would be wise to hear about what is bad writing. Bad writing is just as hard to define as good writing. The reason for that is that it has to do a lot with personal opinions. Everyone has their own opinions and that’s what makes it hard. The first thing you should never do is write to please the teacher. If you write to please your paper will be boring and sort of lame. No one likes a suck up. Now I don’t mean to say you shouldn’t follow the prompt or the topic but do not write what you think the teacher wants to read. The second thing to never do is write what’s easy. Writing what’s easy usually turns out to be a poor paper. It usually lacks depth and has a lot of fluff words. The last thing that makes a bad paper is baby vocabulary. Like, always, more, and very are words that often appear in a bad paper. Stay away from them. If you go back and pull out each fluffy word and baby vocabularies then your paper will be ten times better.

This is an example of a well thought out introduction that is clear, concise, focused, and logical.

For the duration of the civil rights era, African Americans struggled to gain equality. This was particularly difficult in the South. The South was full of segregationists, racists, and KKK members who made it hard for Africans Americans to get the message out there. Racial issues have been a hard topic to understand since the roots are part of America’s dark history. To understand this time period better it is best to look at literature written at this time. The story, “Where Is the Voice Coming From,” written by Eudora Welty during the civil rights period, is about the assassination of a black NAACP member, Medger Evers, told through the white assailant’s point of view. The reason this story connects so well to the civil rights era is because this is a parallel to real life events. Roland Summers is Medger Evers while the Narrator who has no name is the man who killed Medger, Bryon de la Beckwith. To delve deep into the meaning behind this life and fiction parallel, critical faculties must be used. An analysis of the story through Marxist and historical lenses shows how the civil rights era was a threat to the white lower class and beneficial to the exploited blacks of the South

As you can tell this is clear, the message is concise, you can tell the focus of the paper, and  it uses logical reasoning to explain its thesis.

Changing the world....my way...and a little rant

Imagine that you are put in a separate school from every one you know. You are taught everything from math and science to history and art. You attend a separate college as well and get a degree. Now you are put into the world for the first time. You know everything a normal person would know except for some few differences. Every color as we know it has been taught to you differently, so has every number, and articles of clothing. For you green is yellow, blue is red, black is white, two is four, six is nine. Would you be able to re learn the correct things or would you go into some sort of shell because your brain couldn’t take the confusion. How would a person like this survive their first day in a world where they are alone in what they perceive with the exception of some crazies?

This is question that was asked in my sister's psychology class. And it sort of hit a spark in me. I got to thinking what if we could take people and teach them things to make them better people. Take away Racism, Homophobia, and Anti-Semitism. We could re educate the whole population. Of course we would have to destroy the bible…which should have been done a long time ago. It has only led to discrimination and hunts of “devil worshipers”. The bible is a story book on the morals of one person who may or may not have existed. And yet we follow them absolutely. We hate and judge others for no reason other than “it’s in the bible” and it “says too.” Well FUCK YOU!!!! Now I am not saying there is not any good that can come from the bible. But we cannot know where this book came from and I have trouble believing in something that comes from a book. If I where to go back in time and switch out the story of Jonah and the whale and switch it with Pinocchio, you would believe it to be true if it was in your precious bible

Some of you are thinking that I am going to go to hell for what I have said in this blog. Well I don’t believe in hell. And following you logic of believing in a book that must all be true, then if I don’t believe then it must not be true. It is not a bad thing to have faith or look for something to guide you and that’s all the bible is. It is a guide book on how one man thought YOU should live your life if you want to go to heaven. But I have my own thoughts on how to be a good person and that doesn’t involve people getting stoned for not being virgins before marriage.

The good, the bad, the college

Oh College. You are and interesting little bugger, (yes I am using a British a word). Some days I like you and some days I don't. College is like clothing (Stay with me for a moment. I'm not talking about fashion here). It's fine as long as its clean but, once it gets dirty...ewwww! Most of the time college is fine and dandy. I wish some classes were not as long as they are and I wish they all spoke proper English. My classes are scattered throughout the day which gives me time to do homework in between classes. This is actually a good thing, BECAUSE it keeps me from having excuses.

Last semester I had this teacher who did not understand grading. As we all know if a test is out of 75 points per say and there are 5 problems then each problem is 15 points. (You following?) Well tell me then how I can lose 17 points on one problem? Now for the flip side, how can I get a 25 out of 15 on a problem and lose 3 points overall on the rest of the test and get a 50 out of 75???? I had to spend lots of time having her clarify her “grading”. Her answer…. “I’m the teacher”. : (……… hmmmmmm……. Not sure how that justifies you not being able to add but…….. I digress. The food is ok. I ate it for a whole semester and did not gain the freshman 15lbs…(if you know me..that isn’t a good thing).

Besides that adjusting to college life really hasn’t been that bad. I mean YES I miss not having to shower with flip flops, and I miss not having my own room. But hey we can’t all live in a super single suit…..you know who you are…(angry eyes…grrrrrr…..).