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I hope this is how it works I am Peter Graham and am a Freshmen in West. Yeah weird. I picked this license types because if someone want to use information from me then I should be able yo use theirs. I also think I am supposed to describe myself so here it goes. I'm from a place called Quakertown which is about an hour North of Philly (unless I'm driving then about 40 minutes). I intend on majoring in Finance or Economics and enjoy playing the stockmarket and spending money (I bought a $360 PC speaker system after class). I also love watching movies, playing PS2 and partying. Well I hope this is what I was supposed to do.
Peace til next time.
If we need this blog for Sept. 5
I'd like to spend this time talking about the 40 year old virgin starring Steve Carell. THe basis of the movie if you can't guess is the character Andy Stitzer is a 40 year old vigin who at first has no ambition to change this. He appears to be a child at heart loving comics and action figures. The humorous events of Andy, and the rest of the employees at Smart Tech, trying to get laid our very amusing. His lack of knowledge in dating and condom usage make for some hilarious scenes. Its worth seeing more then once even at like $8 a ticket.
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Palms sweating I’m being interrogated. Every time I answer a question it’s written in my file. The lights, although fluorescent, seem to be pouring heat over my body. I think to myself am I going to do with the rest of my life. It’s only September and they expect me to have the rest of my life planned out. I’m only 17 and they want me to apply for colleges in the next month.I decide to apply to Penn State because my sister went here and it’s a sweet college. I also figured they have every major known to the collegiate spectrum. Where else should I apply? I want to stay in Pennsylvania, so I’ll apply to Drexel. I download the form at the end of Sept what I need to fill out like three essays recommendation alumni signatures what the f! I don’t apply anywhere else. In October I get my Penn State acceptance not knowing where else to go I accept and start taking tours and BS they cram down your throat. Is this the college for me or not.
I don’t think I knew for sure until my first visit to the campus that this was my school. The tour guides had all switched majors and everyone seemed to be very friendly. I decided to go into business because I like playing in the stock market. When I visited PSU I got to see the trading room, which sold me to Penn State because it would provide research and experts to teach me the fundamentals of the economy. I am so excited about college that when I get back to high school it feels like a joke. Why should I study Physics when I’m never going to use again.
Then they expect me to go to a graduation over an hour away with people I don’t like half the people there. Long story short I instead go to my sisters for a cookout while 500 other kids are bored out of their minds. I pick up my diploma the next day with everyone else. Yeah, that right they hand out empty folders at the graduation who would want to go. I decide not to work this summer and instead prepare for college with a series of vacations and parties. I also decide to come to Penn State not for summer session, but for the parties.
I arrive at Penn State on August 26 with every other new student. Now I know this is the right school for me because I end up walking to the HUB for a movie when someone yells party this way. Now I don’t want to say its true for all business majors but I definitely know how to party. The frats at Penn State I thought would be crappy, but even there everyone seems so nice in my inebriated state. Even the dreaded RA’s our understanding when they find you in some other residence hall and walk you back to your room. The place is the best place to learn, party, and have fun. It allows individuals to expand their horizons not only mentally but socially.
Original MelissaMalskiSelfNarrative
Here is my Self Narrative this Happened Yesterday or Sunday.
Eat’n Park at 2:30 A.M.
Seven, Four, Ten he flicks different colored sugar packets on the coffee-stained table and then starts picking up chairs and threatening the innocent drunks just trying to eat some food. I glance over to the table of cops and see them talking not even paying attention to the escalating situation. But wait why am I here let's rewind. ERRR…Your stomach contracts and strains as it remembers you only ate one meal that day and that was over 12 hours ago at the birthday party you just rejoined an hour ago. You find your sister and her now drunk roommate and say good bye to the humorous friends who after puking all night and done their third waters are thinking they can start over again. As you remember hours earlier you want to leave before they start firing flaming arrows again. Wait that was a little to much rewinding, so I’m on Atherton and I stop at Eat’n Park.
After parking my group walks over to the loud atmosphere of sobering students saying the first incoherent thing that comes to mind. You here many amusing things and share a couple quiet laughter at your table when a group of five guys come and sit down. For the first time you notice the skinny long-haired person sitting in the corner in his own state of euphoria has not yet made himself acknowledged to the dining community. The clamor raises another octave as the new guests of the forum ramble on about future events and remarks sure to be expunged from the inherent alcohol induced hibernation. Then the tacit stranger inquires, “Which one of you is on crack”. After moments of confusions the one closest politely says, “None of us”. Taken as an insult the man starts taunting to revoke a violent response. Being the ones not under the use of illicit drugs they notice the cops and try to first diffuse the situation and then to not acknowledge the belligerent behavior.
After noticing the scene, the waitress comes over and speaks to the person bringing to his knowledge that they called his roommate (who we find out later is an employee) and that there is a table full of cops within eyesight. Thinking the situation was terminated I continued to eat. To much displeasure I was mistaken. The scruffy addict now started to shift chairs as if he was going to pick one up and attack the innocent drunks. Then pouncing to the next table he starts flicking the sugar packets counting in a creative way. I look to my sister and I proceed to the kitchen to get a check and some boxes. They apologize and start getting some boxes then another waitress comes in and said the cops were arresting him and taking him away. I walk back to my seat now disheveled and finish my meal and find out someone else alerted the police as he stopped playing with the sugars and reverted back to impending chair throwing movements. As we leave the table of drunks say be careful and all I can do is laugh what is society coming to when a bunch of drunks can’t eat a meal without thinking you going to get shot or severely injured by a belligerent addict on a some crystal meth or some new designer drug sweeping the nation among today’s impressionable youth who live for the days highs and not the future in which we all have to live.
Other Narratives: IslandGirlBlog MenosElOsoBlog
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PeterGrahamFirstWeekBlogsAfter parking my group walks over to the loud atmosphere of sobering students saying the first incoherent thing that comes to mind. You here many amusing things and share a couple quiet laughter at your table when a group of five guys come and sit down. For the first time you notice the skinny long-haired person sitting in the corner in his own state of euphoria has not yet made himself acknowledged to the dining community. The clamor raises another octave as the new guests of the forum ramble on about future events and remarks sure to be expunged from the inherent alcohol induced hibernation. Then the tacit stranger inquires, “Which one of you is on crack”. After moments of confusions the one closest politely says, “None of us”. Taken as an insult the man starts taunting to revoke a violent response. Being the ones not under the use of illicit drugs they notice the cops and try to first diffuse the situation and then to not acknowledge the belligerent behavior.
After noticing the scene, the waitress comes over and speaks to the person bringing to his knowledge that they called his roommate (who we find out later is an employee) and that there is a table full of cops within eyesight. Thinking the situation was terminated I continued to eat. To much displeasure I was mistaken. The scruffy addict now started to shift chairs as if he was going to pick one up and attack the innocent drunks. Then pouncing to the next table he starts flicking the sugar packets counting in a creative way. I look to my sister and I proceed to the kitchen to get a check and some boxes. They apologize and start getting some boxes then another waitress comes in and said the cops were arresting him and taking him away. I walk back to my seat now disheveled and finish my meal and find out someone else alerted the police as he stopped playing with the sugars and reverted back to impending chair throwing movements. As we leave the table of drunks say be careful and all I can do is laugh what is society coming to when a bunch of drunks can’t eat a meal without thinking you going to get shot or severely injured by a belligerent addict on a some crystal meth or some new designer drug sweeping the nation among today’s impressionable youth who live for the days highs and not the future in which we all have to live.
Other Narratives: IslandGirlBlog MenosElOsoBlog
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I decide to apply to Penn State because my sister went here and it’s a sweet college. I also figured they have every major known to the collegiate spectrum. Where else should I apply? I want to stay in Pennsylvania, so I’ll apply to Drexel. I download the form at the end of Sept what I need to fill out like three essays recommendation alumni signatures what the f! I don’t apply anywhere else. In October I get my Penn State acceptance not knowing where else to go I accept and start taking tours and BS they cram down your throat. Is this the college for me or not.
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I decide to apply to Penn State because my sister went here and it’s a sweet college. I also figured they have every major known to the collegiate spectrum. Where else should I apply? I want to stay in Pennsylvania, so I’ll apply to Drexel. I download the form at the end of Sept what I need to fill out like three essays recommendation alumni signatures what the f*! I don’t apply anywhere else. In October I get my Penn State acceptance not knowing where else to go I accept and start taking tours and BS they cram down your throat. Is this the college for me or not.
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Palms sweating I’m being interrogated. Every time I answer a question it’s written in my file. The lights, although fluorescent, seem to be pouring heat over my body. I think to myself am I going to do with the rest of my life. It’s only September and they expect me to have the rest of my life planned out. I’m only 17 and they want me to apply for colleges in the next month.I decide to apply to Penn State because my sister went here and it’s a sweet college. I also figured they have every major known to the collegiate spectrum. Where else should I apply? I want to stay in Pennsylvania, so I’ll apply to Drexel. I download the form at the end of Sept what I need to fill out like three essays recommendation alumni signatures what the f*! I don’t apply anywhere else. In October I get my Penn State acceptance not knowing where else to go I accept and start taking tours and BS they cram down your throat. Is this the college for me or not.
I don’t think I knew for sure until my first visit to the campus that this was my school. The tour guides had all switched majors and everyone seemed to be very friendly. I decided to go into business because I like playing in the stock market. When I visited PSU I got to see the trading room, which sold me to Penn State because it would provide research and experts to teach me the fundamentals of the economy. I am so excited about college that when I get back to high school it feels like a joke. Why should I study Physics when I’m never going to use again.
Then they expect me to go to a graduation over an hour away with people I don’t like half the people there. Long story short I instead go to my sisters for a cookout while 500 other kids are bored out of their minds. I pick up my diploma the next day with everyone else. Yeah, that right they hand out empty folders at the graduation who would want to go. I decide not to work this summer and instead prepare for college with a series of vacations and parties. I also decide to come to Penn State not for summer session, but for the parties.
I arrive at Penn State on August 26 with every other new student. Now I know this is the right school for me because I end up walking to the HUB for a movie when someone yells party this way. Now I don’t want to say its true for all business majors but I definitely know how to party. The frats at Penn State I thought would be crappy, but even there everyone seems so nice in my inebriated state. Even the dreaded RA’s our understanding when they find you in some other residence hall and walk you back to your room. The place is the best place to learn, party, and have fun. It allows individuals to expand their horizons not only mentally but socially.
Original MelissaMalskiSelfNarrative
My Blog
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 2.5 License.
I hope this is how it works I am Peter Graham and am a Freshmen in West. Yeah weird. I picked this license types because if someone want to use information from me then I should be able yo use theirs. I also think I am supposed to describe myself so here it goes. I'm from a place called Quakertown which is about an hour North of Philly (unless I'm driving then about 40 minutes). I intend on majoring in Finance or Economics and enjoy playing the stockmarket and spending money (I bought a $360 PC speaker system after class). I also love watching movies, playing PS2 and partying. Well I hope this is what I was supposed to do.
Peace til next time.
Here is my Self Narrative this Happened Yesterday or Sunday.
Eat’n Park at 2:30 A.M.
Seven, Four, Ten he flicks different colored sugar packets on the coffee-stained table and then starts picking up chairs and threatening the innocent drunks just trying to eat some food. I glance over to the table of cops and see them talking not even paying attention to the escalating situation. But wait why am I here let's rewind. ERRR…Your stomach contracts and strains as it remembers you only ate one meal that day and that was over 12 hours ago at the birthday party you just rejoined an hour ago. You find your sister and her now drunk roommate and say good bye to the humorous friends who after puking all night and done their third waters are thinking they can start over again. As you remember hours earlier you want to leave before they start firing flaming arrows again. Wait that was a little to much rewinding, so I’m on Atherton and I stop at Eat’n Park.
After parking my group walks over to the loud atmosphere of sobering students saying the first incoherent thing that comes to mind. You here many amusing things and share a couple quiet laughter at your table when a group of five guys come and sit down. For the first time you notice the skinny long-haired person sitting in the corner in his own state of euphoria has not yet made himself acknowledged to the dining community. The clamor raises another octave as the new guests of the forum ramble on about future events and remarks sure to be expunged from the inherent alcohol induced hibernation. Then the tacit stranger inquires, “Which one of you is on crack”. After moments of confusions the one closest politely says, “None of us”. Taken as an insult the man starts taunting to revoke a violent response. Being the ones not under the use of illicit drugs they notice the cops and try to first diffuse the situation and then to not acknowledge the belligerent behavior.
After parking my group walks over to the loud atmosphere of sobering students saying the first incoherent thing that comes to mind. You here many amusing things and share a couple quiet laughter at your table when a group of five guys come and sit down. For the first time you notice the skinny long-haired person sitting in the corner in his own state of euphoria has not yet made himself acknowledged to the dining community. The clamor raises another octave as the new guests of the forum ramble on about future events and remarks sure to be expunged from the inherent alcohol induced hibernation. Then the tacit stranger inquires, “Which one of you is on crack”. After moments of confusions the one closest politely says, “None of us”. Taken as an insult the man starts taunting to revoke a violent response. Being the ones not under the use of illicit drugs they notice the cops and try to first diffuse the situation and then to not acknowledge the belligerent behavior.
After noticing the scene, the waitress comes over and speaks to the person bringing to his knowledge that they called his roommate (who we find out later is an employee) and that there is a table full of cops within eyesight. Thinking the situation was terminated I continued to eat. To much displeasure I was mistaken. The scruffy addict now started to shift chairs as if he was going to pick one up and attack the innocent drunks. Then pouncing to the next table he starts flicking the sugar packets counting in a creative way. I look to my sister and I proceed to the kitchen to get a check and some boxes. They apologize and start getting some boxes then another waitress comes in and said the cops were arresting him and taking him away. I walk back to my seat now disheveled and finish my meal and find out someone else alerted the police as he stopped playing with the sugars and reverted back to impending chair throwing movements. As we leave the table of drunks say be careful and all I can do is laugh what is society coming to when a bunch of drunks can’t eat a meal without thinking you going to get shot or severely injured by a belligerent addict on a some crystal meth or some new designer drug sweeping the nation among today’s impressionable youth who live for the days highs and not the future in which we all have to live.
Other Narratives: IslandGirlBlog MenosElOsoBlog
Other Narratives: IslandGirlBlog MenosElOsoBlog
If we need this blog for Sept. 5
I'd like to spend this time talking about the 40 year old virgin starring Steve Carell. THe basis of the movie if you can't guess is the character Andy Stitzer is a 40 year old vigin who at first has no ambition to change this. He appears to be a child at heart loving comics and action figures. The humorous events of Andy, and the rest of the employees at Smart Tech, trying to get laid our very amusing. His lack of knowledge in dating and condom usage make for some hilarious scenes. Its worth seeing more then once even at like $8 a ticket.