Thursday, December 16, 2010
5.5 hour break
Thursday, December 9, 2010
An interesting Email
In recognition of the outstanding academic achievement that acceptance into the Berkeley College Honor Society represents, each of you who is registered for HON200 in the Winter Quarter, beginning January 2011, will receive an iPad as a gift from the College. The leather binding of the iPad will be embossed with the words Berkeley College Honors.
The iPad will be used extensively through the Honors Seminars as a way to surf the internet, to read electronic texts, to keep a journal and even to develop the components of a portfolio that will track your learning in a very personal way.
Please note that the iPad will be offered only to those students registered in the program.
Sincerely,
Dr. William Cipolla
Director, Honors Program"
I just figured I'd post this. Do good in Berkeley college and get a free ipad! I think you need a 3.8 GPA after a year enrollment in order to be accepted and get your free ipad. I remember filling out the paperwork and whatnot but I didn't think I'd be accepted. I definitely didn't think I'd get a free ipad out of it.
Almost the final week
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Phone-less for a day
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Back to school
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Zumba Fitness!
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Moral Obligation to Vote
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Sick *sad face* and email accounts
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
redbull, and midterms!
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Midterm day? Or Not.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
The week of Midterms is upon us >.>
Friday, October 29, 2010
Spark of inspiration
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Week 5
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Halloween
By far my favorite holiday ever, is halloween. There's just something about dressing up and acting like an idiot that i find appealing. Although normally I try and mix beauty with terror this year I decided I was going to be the most gruesome creature I could create. I'm a zombie.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Is the financial crisis of 2009 a business ethics scandal?
Thursday, October 14, 2010
MTA makes me Angryface a lot
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Zumba and Scrabble
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Homework >.>
Accelerated Courses
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Day 2 Ethics and Business Law II
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Day one of class!
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Textbooks
Statistics is a no go...
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
New semester so soon!
Friday, September 10, 2010
Dave and Busters in NYC ^.^
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Is more less?
Friday, September 3, 2010
What I want to do...
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
New York
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Older Brother, school, and poem
Because the words we mean cannot be spoken,
the truth and lies become convoluted in the middle ground.
You'll raise that glass to your lips and drink my memory away.
As we yearn to fill ourselves with empty calorie conversations.
But we'll do no such thing, and allow ourselves to drift apart.
We used to speak for something, but now we just recycle our lives.
Saving up for another in hopes to fill a never-ending void?
What have we become just a glorified memory for the heart?
It's only in person do I realize the truth, I suppose unrequited love does that.
I'll delete your existence from my memory. Goodbye.
Monday, August 16, 2010
Long Distance Relationships and Boredom
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Driving
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Online course
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Online courses- "Road to success"
Although there are many benefits to online education I find that Flexibility and Convenience are the most important. I find this to be true because they are the reason I have decided to so avidly undertake this very course, they are in turn the reason I am typing these words, which you are reading. The ability to choose when and where I can do my work seems, to me, to be a very valuable asset.
Monday, July 26, 2010
Registration for the Fall
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Financial Aid
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
A horrible Vacation
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Hackers
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Week 11
So we've reached the end of the 11th week, meaning one more week to go before its all finally over. However, in class my mind was on like never before as I felt like interjecting constantly within my art class.
Spirals, the professor said, have been drawn for ages by people who never interacted. Yet their symbols were all the same. He took this as an inclination that dreams symbols were all similar regardless of the physical connection, that as humans certain signs cross through generations, and traditions.
Sharply I bite my tongue. Perhaps they were stirring water and that is the pattern they saw. Or, if we must get into similarities of cultures, genetically humans are near the same regardless of race. Perhaps humans aren't as original as we'd like to think and people have the same ideas as us hundreds of miles away. I know, crazy thought right?
Ok, I'll tone down on the sarcasm now...
So outside of that lovely bitter thought class went smoothly, and as I write these very words I sit in my English class waiting for class to begin.
I haven't the fondest notion what we're supposed to do today, but when she gave me my 'told tell heart' assignment she told me I should save it and get it published. Funny how even my humourous work is good. I really do hope I can one day become a published writer, and not self published either. I want to be the female Dean Kootz of my generation, but I also want to be a lawyer...
Well, you now all know a little about my inner most aspirations, so I'll leave you with these words of the wise 19 year old. "Over-analyzation will be humanity's demise, and a humorous one at that."
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
The greatest English Assignment
It was a dastardly day when Death chose to take me.
Its cold shaken hands choked the air from my lungs.
Silently, so silently, yes silently, did my death come.
Such kindness did the lad show me,
I was just an old crippled man,
With a dizzy blue eye, my world was in a haze.
But I knew, yes I knew, I knew what was at hand.
He came to me every morning- cheer strained his voice.
He’d greeted me full heartedly, a smile woven and forced.
“Good Morning” His voice would echo throughout the room.
Cautiously, so cautiously, yes cautiously did I trust this fool.
Ever night I laid silent, afraid to make a sound.
Every noise I heard every night made my heart beat pound.
I felt every wind, every dust particle, everything.
Everything, yes everything, oh how everything scared me.
As the nights strung by, sleep was restless.
As the clocks hand ticked, my heartbeat persisted.
Tic Tic Tic, was it all in my dreams?
Tic Tic Tic I knew not what I had seen.
Fearsome, so fearsome, yes fearsome did I lay.
Day after, day after, day after day…
Then the door creaked, I knew I heard a noise
“Who’s there?” I had shouted unaware of the boy.
He stood there smiling, wickedly.
And with a Cheshire smile launched himself at me
One fatal scream was all that escaped my lips.
Then I was smothered to death by the like of him.
Silently, so silently, yes silently did my body lay.
But not quietly, no not quietly, loudly did my heart pray
Tic tic tic was all the boy heard
Tic tic tic was my revenge in full
Tic tic tic no words were said
Tic tic tic…
I then read it out loud to the class, the results were amazing... the teacher simply looked at me dumbfounded... and through this all I begin to wonder Where is the shy girl who entered college?
I know I forgot the 'words of the wise 19 year old girl' in the last blog but I'm sure you'll forgive me. For today I leave you with simple words "if you don't risk anything, you risk even more"
Presentation is done!
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Computer Troubles?
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Grades are in
Friday, May 28, 2010
A rant of mild importance
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Midterms are done
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Hell week
Thursday, May 13, 2010
By far the most interesting Art in Contemporary society class. A picture of a naked 'woman' is seen and loads of questions are raised. The next thing I know the Professor is screaming out facts of sex. I know not if these facts are true but according to Borba men think about sex every 20 seconds, and women every 40 seconds. I'd love to call this sheer contemporary Freudian garbage, but I find it to be true- much like the rest of freudian ideas.
In reality these were not simply pictures of naked women, rather they were paintings of muses and other inspirational characters. However, the unanimous reaction to it was quite childish and hilarious. The conversation then to another turn when we began talking about Eten Arcadia Ego which could be interpreted to mean "Death is also apart of paradise". What this latin phrase really means is that life is not simply about the ecstatics of this world- death is a phase which is apart of our life.
After that in-depth conversation I left my lovely art class rather bored yet self intrigued next on the wonderful list of activities English. I know I haven't talked about this class as much as I should- normally I tend to rant on my story at the thought of the subject. However, today I'll choose to be a good little blogger and remain on topic as I talk about my dreary school day. English was boring, utterly pointless and boring. I wish I could say I learned something, that some interesting conversation-however off topic- had enlightened me on some different views, but no such thing happened.
In class we went about taking a simplistic quiz, and then talked about sentence fragments and comma splicing. For me this was insulting. I know well enough when a sentence is finished, where a comma should be added and blah. Do review this in anything but an english 1 class is just horrible. But I shall survive, for as long as I know how to write I know I'll stay alive... ok, I'm done.
On a brighter note I'd like to dedicate this post to Jason, the person who commented on my last blog. It means a lot to me to know someone out there is reading all of this! Though I feel like this blog is all to mundane so I've decided to spice it up with an excerpt from my first story. If you like it please tell me and I'll begin posing pages up with my rantings.
The following is the main character ranting on society.
"They were all grey-scale creatures unaware of their own lives; they knew not their true value and lack of purpose within this world. These drones were worse than the computers they associated with and created, because even though those computers may have been void of all emotion, unlike these useless creatures, they existed with a purpose and a function. The mechanics of this world was based on the will of a useless being, which created arbitrary things. But at least those creations hadn’t a choice to survive, unlike their creator. These trivial creatures chose to live in this self-created degrading society. They chose to be the cogs of the arbitrary clock in this hell. I was not one of these nobodies, I couldn’t be one of them; I had a place, a place and purpose outside of the grey. With sad eyes I looked around at the bland world around me. I felt as if I was drowning in the normality, the schedules, and the purposeless activities. With a sad sigh I realized the workings of this bleak and unimaginative society would be my demise."
And for today's words of the wise: Love is not the disease that plagues us, rather it is the cure for our teenage boredom.
Monday, May 10, 2010
Happy Birthday to me!
Alone for never, home together
Let us elope, they'll find us here
Fire lights the coldest corner
Giving an alluring atmosphere
Climb to the top of the highest spire
To feel the wind in you hair
You feel alive when you're rushing down