Music post

I'm listening to Pages by 3 Doors Down. This song makes me think about some of the decisions I've made in my life. Were they the right ones? How did they impact someone else's life? Will I be remembered for those choices? Will they be good or bad memories? It makes me think about some of the people that have come and gone throughout my lifetime.

The beginning kind of makes me think about my career choice. Will anything I've written or will write ever be important enough to be remembered when I'm gone?

Anyways, enough with the depressing, deep thoughts. I'll leave that for the spiritual autobiography. Today is my last day of classes. I'm happy about that. I'm not real happy about having a final on Saturday, but I suppose I'll live through it. I guess this will be my last post. It's kind of a bittersweet thought. This was one of the few classes I've enjoyed.

I'll leave it at that, I suppose. The song is over and I should be leaving for class. Have a great summer everyone.

Our Historical, Universal Selves pg. 98 #1

The events of September 11 are still vivid in my mind. I remember waking up and getting ready for school and going to my first class of the day, oblivious to the terror that thousands were facing by that time.

Having finished our assignment, most of the class was chattering away or staring at the clock, anxiously waiting for the bell to end our boredom, when another teacher suddenly burst in the classroom and told my teacher to turn on the tv. My teacher turned on the tv and immediately the room fell silent, every eye glued to the tv screen, watching as the first tower bellowed black smoke that seemed to nearly blot out the pale blue morning sky. We watched in horror even as the bell rang, not bothering to go to our next class until our teacher sent us out.

Every eye remained glued to the tv that day. No lessons were taught, at least not from a book, and no tests were taken. A somber silence hung heavily in the air as people looked on in horror or reached for the comfort of a friend.

The events of my own life that had seemed so terrible before, now seemed trivial and unimportant. It was that day that I realized how much bigger the world is than myself and how in a single instant, and even without immediately realizing it, the entire world can change around us.

2/26/09

"Where are they?!" Batman demands furiously after slamming The Joker's head into the two-way glass in the interrogation room. "Killing is making a choice," says The Joker as he looks up with his permanent smile and Batman punches him hard across the face. "Where are they?!" Batman demands again. "You choose, one life or the other," says The Joker, "Your friend, the district attorney, or his blushing bride-to-be." Batman punches him again and The Joker laughs maniacally. "You have nothing. Nothing to threaten me with. Nothing to do with all your strength." Batman picks The Joker up by his collar and holds him. "But dont worry," The Joker says, "I'm going to tell you where they are. Both of them, and thats the point--you'll have to choose..."

Childhood Memory

One of the first memories I have as a child is not such a good one, but it is still very vivid in my mind and it taught me a very valuable lesson. I was about four years old and very anxious to learn everything I could, as fast as I could, about everything. On this particular day, the thing I wanted to learn about happened to be about three times taller than me, outweigh me by, oh, a couple thousand pounds, have four legs, a tail, and a mind of its own. Being the brave soul that I was, I was not about to let such a beast of a horse intimidate me. I wanted to ride it and I did not give up nagging my mother about it until she gave in. I waited out in the driveway beside the well house with such anticipation that it seemed as if she would never return from the 5-minute walk to the barn and back. Finally, she did return holding the massive animal that I was determined to conquer. As I looked up at the horse, it somehow seemed much bigger than it had in my brave mind. I almost started to think twice about this endeavor. My mother steadied the horse and then lifted me up on its back. I had been up on my father's shoulders many times, but I had never seen the ground so far beneath me. My stomach began to twist and turn, but I was determined not to back down. Then, I noticed something was missing. I was sitting on the horse's bare back with nothing but the mane to hold onto since my mother had the reins in her hand. This was not right. There was no saddle, and with no saddle, there was no saddle horn to hold onto as I had seen the other kids do. Where was the saddle? I pleaded my case to my mother and finally she called for my sister to come hold the reins while she went to get the saddle. I sat on top of the beast as I watched my mother disappear back into the barn to retrieve the saddle. Then, the horse moved suddenly. Apparently, my sister was not as good at holding the horse still as my mother was. I do not remember going to the hospital that day, or getting stitches in my forehead, but I do remember making a decision that day. Never again would I try to conquer something that was bigger than me and had four legs and a mind of its own.

Cueing lines

1. I'm not quite sure but I seem to remember...
2. It seems like it has been forever since...
3. I'll never forget the way she sounded when...
4. The expression on his face was...

Page 23 #5

The saying goes, "Pride cometh before a fall." If this saying is true, then she had better strap on a parachute. Her lofty stature allows her upturned nose closer to the heavens than most ever dream of being. An overt aura of would-be high-class stuffiness consumes her like a terrible plague. Her sheer arrogance is accentuated by her lavish attire. Her voice is such that it makes nails on a chalkboard seem like a child's lullaby. The golden color of her hair (which can probably be found in some container in some ritzy salon) frames her icy blue eyes (which probably should be contained for the sake of those who fall under her wrath).