I can't believe I actually got out of bed this morning. Last night was a doozy. First I watched the season premiere of Smallville, my absolute favorite t.v. show ever. It was all I could have hoped for and more. I watched it at my sister's place, and after I got back to my apartment I was about to watch Stewie Griffin: The Untold Story when my roommate mentioned how terrible her head had been feeling for the past couple of days. See, when she was a tad bit intoxicated, she jumped on top of the couch and her head became entangled with the ceiling fan blades as it was going full-speed. Me and another roomie decided it was best to take her to the E.R. just be sure it wasn't more than a concussion. I was at the hospital for probably 2 and a half hours of grueling boredom, but at least we found out her brain wasn't bleeding. We celebrated by watching the Family Guy movie. Anyway, it was a very long night but I'm pretty proud I was able to go to all of my classes, despite the lack of sleep. Now I feel like a loser because I'm going to spend my Friday night wrapped up in a quilt and watching The Princess Bride. Oh well, at least I'm excited about it.
9/28
How to Know You're the Unwanted Person at a Party:
1) You couldn't find anyone that wanted to go walk in the door with you
2) Even when the place is packed, the door is locked when you try getting in
3) When you try to make eye-contact with someone, they look away
4) You squeeze yourself into a conversation but the "circle" of talkers manage to nudge you out
5) When you finally manage to trap someone with dialog, they nod and smile while constantly looking around for someone else to save them
6) You are told to pay for a drink even though you see everyone else refilling their cups, free of charge
7) You ask for directions to the bathroom and they point to the front door
8) You have a five-foot radius of open space in a crowded room
9) You get a person's digits and they give you the Reject Number (201-808-6011, check it if you've never heard it, it's hilarious)
10) You weren't invited!
9/25
What a day! First I woke up from an extremely long night and had to go on campus to put up fliers for my cheerleading squad with my teammate. I took a power-nap for an hour after that and, luckily, I woke up at exactly 4:15 to watch the kickoff for the Pats and Steelers game. That was probably one of the best games I've watched in a long time. There were some letdowns, though. The Patriots didn't perform up to par during the first half and Rodney Harrison, one of the team's best defensive players, probably tore his ACL. There were a lot of injuries today but I think it was because both teams are so incredible that they give each other their all. The best part of the game came in the last half when the Pats stepped it up (like they almost ALWAYS do towards the end) but the game turned out to be 20-20. Brady got the ball a good 49 yards away from the field goal, but of course it was no problem for Vinattieri (or however you spell it). That left 1 second left in the game, enough for a kick off and, if the Steelers were lucky, a winning touchdown. But, of course, that is not how it went. And I am ecstatic. I was the only happy face at the end of the game, though, as my living room was packed with Steelers fans. That made it all the more satisfying. Go Pats!
That was an amzing game but, it wasn't the best of the weekend. How about the PSU game it was amazing. I nearly had a heart attack. And by the way it does suck that Rodney Harrison is hurt. Even though I'm not a Pats fan (though I do respect them and usually - depending on who they're playing - like to see them win), Rodney Harrison is one of my favorite safeties in the league. what more can you say but that he's a bad ass.
-ElwoodBlues
I chose this picture as my icon for a variety of reasons. I chose a tree because it represents how steady and strong of a person I try to be. It's also for my last name (Rountree). Trees have always been very representative of my family. At my grandparent's old farmhouse in Maine, my gram painted a tree across one of the walls in the dining room and drew a bird for every person in the family. I would have used that as my icon, but I couldn't locate the picture in time.
In my icon, the tree's leafless because I'm at the beginning of another part of my life. That's also why I chose the sunset in the background; I've reached the end of my childhood. I picked an image of the outdoors because I am as happy as I can be when I'm surrounded by beautiful landscape like this.
9/24
I went home today for the first time in a week or so. My room was very empty. It was a little unnerving, seeing somewhere you grew up for 12 years that no longer holds your personality and character. My room was my sanctuary, and I feel almost guilty living somewhere else. However, I didn't go home just to reminisce about living there; I was starving and had no food at my place. So I drove home (probably spending five bucks just to get there) and ate pretty much all the leftovers they had. My dad was a little upset because I walked straight through the door and to the fridge... I kind of forgot to say hello. But they forgave me pretty quick. I watched the rest of the Penn State game with my dad, which was pretty frustrating for the most part, but they pulled out in the end. Watching that game made me think of what I've been waiting for all week: PATRIOTS vs. STEELERS!!! The Pats disappointed me greatly when I had to suffer through their loss to Carolina, but hopefully they'll make up for it. Well, I'm about to go hit the town... I still can't decide what I'm going to do for my icon. Sorry this entry was so random!
9/24
Last night, I just finished reading the 6th book, "Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince," from J.K. Rowling's series. While I was reading, I kept in mind how many (usually religious) people feel as though the Harry Potter books are disguised as good reading when in fact they are the devil's work. That got me thinking. I've read all six books, and have not noticed any demons or evil spirits lurking in dark corners, coercing me to the "other side." If Harry Potter is so terrible, are mermaids and unicorns considered servants of the devil? Was I being unknowingly brainwashed when watching The Wizard of Oz at my grandparents' house as a child? Perhaps nursery rhymes are ancient charms, and Tinkerbell is demonic. If this is true, then possibly the entire world has been influenced by the devil's work. Who knew that by expanding children's imagination and creativity, we have given them evil minds? And does it really matter that people find Harry Potter to be so interesting because it is different from every-day life when their souls are at risk? Personally, I can't wait for seventh book to come out. I better go, I have to do some reading in my "Witchcraft for Dummies" manual.
9/22
I've had a pretty unlucky day. First of all, I woke up ten minutes before I had to leave for my eight o'clock Psych class this morning, so I pretty much brushed my teeth and ran out the door. Then I get to work and I have a crapload to do. I realized halfway throught the day that It was my parent's twenty-sixth anniversary. I bought them a card a couple days ago, but of course, I left it at the apartment in my rush to be on time for class. (I couldn't drive fifteen minutes to my house after I got back because I'm cheap and it would waste gas so I was just gonna leave it on my mom's car's windshield while it was parked in the lot at her office) Then I went to Bellefonte to visit my sister. That went without incident, until she told me that gas was going up to four bucks a gallon tomorrow and I didn't have any money with me to fill up the tank.
So, after I left her house, I went straight to the bank to withdrawl from my savings. The ATM spit the twenty onto the pavement and as I opened my door to retrieve it, my shoe fell out of the car. (I don't like driving with shoes on.. I'm weird.) Then I went to the gas station and parked my Pathfinder (which I've had for about a year and a half) on the wrong side of the pump. After readjusting it, I went to get out and realized I was one flip-flop short. So, I drove back to my apartment, slapped on another pair of shoes, and drove back. Once I finally got back for good, two of my roomies were slightly tipsy (perfectly legal, they're 21) and one, Ashlyn, needed to go to Giant for some unknown reason. I trudged out to my car and proceeded to drive her there. Needless to say, we made a scene at Giant and Ash reluctantly left after I nudged her out once I noticed the weird looks from the grocers. I'm finally home safe and sound, but I doubt it will stay that way, considering how the rest of my day went. Oh well.. I always say that everything's worth it if it makes a good story later. It's a good motto for my life.
9/21
My apartment, since the day I moved in, has been a hotel for most wandering friends that need a place to crash. It's ok every once in a while, but it gets annoying over time. My roommates and I have learned to lock the door and not make any loud noises when an unwelcome guest knocks.. and it usually works. I think a couple people realized our plan because a couple of them have started to hide from the peephole after knocking. Oh well, hopefully they'll get the picture.
Anyway, tonight was a pretty peaceful evening after we kicked one guy out by faking the fact that all of us woke up to answer the door. After he was gone, we had one gigantic study session in the living room, which was really nice because its been very hectic up to this point. It was nice to be able to sit down and help each other out with any questions (and sympethize with the amount of work we had to accomplish) Anyway, I feel like I actually achieved something tonight, even if it was simply keeping the wandering friends away for twenty-four hours.
After all that studying I'm ready for some sleep, see you all Friday!
9/19
I hate how sleep confuses you. I got home today from going to Holiday Hair for a trim (I thought it was the cheapest one I could get, and it turned out to be sixteen dollars without the tip... which, to me, when I'm paying for my own crap like that, is a fortune... and she only took half and inch off and it took five minutes so I was upset.) Anyway, I got home and crashed on the couch in the living room, and I must have been sleeping for an hour or so because I woke up when one of my roommates walked through the door and told me what time it was... And then I began to freak out because I thought it was 6:30 in the morning, and I wanted to work for a couple hours before my eight o'clock Psych class. She managed to calm me down and I slept for one hour longer so when she walked into the living room then, I proceeded to think I was going to miss my Psych class altogether. (She gave me a weird look after my second mishap with time in one night.. She probably thinks I'm crazy now.) I hate that moment of confusion after you wake up. If I take a nap, I always think its morning when it's not... I get equally confused when I wake up and my feet are where my head should be. Oh well. It's always nice to know that you have a whole night ahead of you when you think you didn't. Well, back to homework.
9/18
Hey, just wanted to let everyone know that I found a good site on diversity at Penn State∞ hope it helps, because I was lost before I found it! Also, the Commission on Racial/Ethnic Diversity∞ website is useful also.
9/17
When I was five years old I met this girl named Gena. She was the know-it-all six-year-old who loved to be in charge whenever we played house or barbies, which was pretty much all we did. She became my best friend, and as close to me as both of my sisters. As we grew, the summers became our time to ride bikes, sneak out, camp out, etc. We lived off of salt and vinegar chips and Mt. Dew. When we were sick of spitting watermelon seeds at each other or running through sprinklers, we would swing on my gigantic swing set in my backyard and sing every Disney song we could think of. Gena and I have maintained our friendship throughout the years, and its hard because now that I live on my own I don't get to see her as much since she's no longer my neighbor. I hadn't seen her for a couple weeks, and we drove to my sister's house in Bellefonte, listening to some new punk rock bands and blasting my speakers as usual. On the way home, we broke into "Can you feel the love tonight?" and "Part of that world" to name a few. It just reminded me that people should let their inner child out more often than not. Cheesy, I know.
9/16
Everyone has weird pet peeves. Mine include people touching my knees, my nose getting cold, and other people chewing really obnoxiously. Also, I think a lot of people share the same annoyance with rude drivers on the road. For instance, I was driving back to my apartment from my house the other day and I was pretty much the only car on Rt. 550, a straight country road thats 45 MPH. So this van pulls out in front of me onto 550 and I have to slam my brakes so I don't rear-end the prick. THEN, after cutting me off, the van proceeds to go 15 miles under the speed limit while I'm tearing my hair out, trying not to tailgate. I don't understand why someone would actually want to be the idiot on the road that everyone else wants to run over. And if that's not the worst part, someone like the driver of that van will go 35 in a 45 on a road through cornfields and farmland, and then once they get into the small village of Stormstown where I grew up, they'll zoom right through. But, I try to keep my road rage at a minimum, because you never know who could be the bad driver in front of you. For instance, my family took a trip a couple years ago to visit my grandmother in the hospital while she was recovering from a car accident. We were in a rush to get there, and the stereotypical slow driver was in front of us. My dad was behind the wheel, cursing the driver of the car all the way to the hospital until we parked and turned to see my grandpa get out of the car that we were behind. Needless to say, my gramps might be a bad driver, but hey, my dad was the embarassed one in the end.
IM Convo, 9/15
marcinko18: hey
SmileAlways15: hey
marcinko18: how are ya
SmileAlways15: good, how are yoU?
marcinko18: a little bored t be honest
SmileAlways15: thats too bad
marcinko18: yeah
SmileAlways15: sorry i didn't respond earlier i gave my friend a ride and forgot i was on
marcinko18: but whatever
marcinko18: that's ok
marcinko18: ive done that before
SmileAlways15: yeah it happens
marcinko18: do you still need someone for that convo
SmileAlways15: haha yeah
SmileAlways15: did you figure out what you're doing yet?
marcinko18: i don't know
marcinko18: either football baseball or sporyts agents
marcinko18: see im thinking about being a sports agent
SmileAlways15: sports would be a good topic... theres a lot to say
SmileAlways15: thats cool
marcinko18: yeah
SmileAlways15: i dont think i could write ten pages on sports cause all i know is pretty much the pats and johnny damon
DarthBaber: Hello...just trying to get a conversation in to paste....so have you thought of anything to write a 12 page paper on :-)
SmileAlways15: haha not a clue, have you?
DarthBaber: well a few other girls were talking about reality tv
SmileAlways15: yeah i read that... it seems like a really good idea
DarthBaber: why people like it and why it's so fake sometimes and people still like it...that sort of thing
DarthBaber: general concensus says sports LOL
SmileAlways15: yeah i know exactly what you mean its a car crash you can't take your eyes off of
SmileAlways15: yeah thats what someone else is talking to me about
DarthBaber: HAHA i never thought of it like that but you are absolutely right...like a car crash
SmileAlways15: i dont know much about sports, not enough to write a 12 paper at lesat
DarthBaber: well i dont know much about sport so it wouldn't be a good one for me either
SmileAlways15: yeah like laguna beach... i HATE that show but i watch it every time im flipping through and its on.. and it sucks cause i hated high school drama while i was in high school
DarthBaber: but i like aliens and unknown stuff like that...but what would the argument be?
SmileAlways15: maybe if they exist?
DarthBaber: well yeah there is that LOL...but what else?? i'm not sure if i can stretch that to 12 pages
SmileAlways15: hmm.. maybe something really controversial
DarthBaber: actually on second thought...yes i could....talking about all different sightings and stuff...and about the credibility of certain witnesses
SmileAlways15: yeah thats true
DarthBaber: or something very controversial...but not too offensive...abortion is always a popular topic for that
DarthBaber: but i think i will steer completely clear of that one
SmileAlways15: yeah that might be TOO controversial
DarthBaber: well i still like the alien thing haha...leave it to me to immidiately think of ufo's
SmileAlways15: haha but its something that is creative
DarthBaber: but nobody has talked about it so far...so it's a very small group..of me
SmileAlways15: haha yeah well mine is nonexistent as of now
SmileAlways15: but at least we have a while to think about it
DarthBaber: yes...definately a good thing....
DarthBaber: well have a nice night, just thought i would ask a few people
SmileAlways15: yeah definately
DarthBaber: ok hun, have a nice night
SmileAlways15: yeah me too
SmileAlways15: you too, see you tomorrow!
DarthBaber: tomorrow
9/15
I've come to the conclusion that campus is entirely too big. It's really nice to walk from building to building on a nice breezy day, but when its hot, sticky, humid, and pretty much unbearable, it feels like I have a hundred-pound weights strapped to my ankles. Not to mention I have fifteen minutes to get from Wagner to Sackett, and even though I ride the bus, I still have to hustle to be no more than five minutes late to math every day. And, after having cheerleading the night before, my legs hurt just standing up. Oh well. I guess I should be thankful that it's not 10 degrees out. I'm sure that in a couple of months I'll be cursing myself for hating this hot weather.
On another note, I need someone to chat with me!! I couldn't get on too much these past couple of days, and I have an appt. until like 10 tonight so hopefully I'll be in luck and someone will be on.
SHUUUT UPP You go from wagner to sackett tooooo???Soo do i! --MikeJOnes
9/11
When I was younger and learned about Pearl Harbor I always thought that it must have been a devastating experience to live through such a terrible event. I never thought I would be in my grandparent's shoes. Likewise, If you ask someone that lived through Kennedy's assassination they would most likely be able to tell you exactly where they were the moment they heard the news.
I was in Spanish when my principal came on the loudspeaker, telling us that an airplane had hit the World Trade Center. My classmates and I sat in stunned silence, not really knowing how big of a disaster it was. The rest of the day was spent, as I'm sure with most everyone across the nation, glued to the television, trying to make sense of the many questions all of us had.
We're reminded of this every time we get on a plane, or take a trip to a major city, or even turn on the television. It has become something that has touched each and every one of us in so many ways. I just hope that we are able to prevent anything like this from happening again.
9/10
Nittany Gymnastics has been closed for two weeks for remodeling so I've been cheerleading-deprived for that long. Tryouts are tomorrow and I'm really excited. I dont have to re-tryout, but I have to go to help out and preview some of the new stunts and skills the girls (and boys) will be learning if they join the squad. It's an All-star team, which means there are four different squads for different ages. My team, the Open Team, is for ages eighteen and older, and we are in dire need of more members in order to compete. I've been posting fliers around campus, hoping people will find some interest and come this Sunday. So if you know anyone that would be interested, tell me and I'll give you some info. Thanks!
I cheered all throughout high-school, and would definitely be interested in getting more information about the squad. -MelissaMalski
9/10
When my parents bought me a laptop for my graduation present, my mom insisted we buy a lock for it so no one could swipe it from my desk while I was gone. We all thought it was a good idea. We were so wrong.
The other day my mom came over to see if she could fix my computer's hibernation problem, and she decided to take it to Circuit City and let the experts work it out. So she told me to use the combination to free the lock from the laptop so we could be on our way. I tried the combo, and to my amazement, the lock wouldn't budge. The day before, I had taken it into the living room in order to sit with my roommates and do some writing at the same time; when I went to put it back on the lock in my room, I somehow managed to change the combination in the process.
When my mother and I realized this, We tried to figure out the combination until we realized it was hopeless. I suggested cutting the wire that went through a hole in the desk and looped through itself to attached to the laptop, but my mom pointed out that it would have been shady bringing the computer into Circuit City with a big metal lock that was obviously physically removed from its secure place. Desperately, we called a locksmith and he told us for forty bucks we could pay him to come over and take it off, or we could just get a screwdriver and break it apart. My mother and I decided to just have at it, so for an hour we fumed over this stupid lock and, ironically, cursed the makers of the lock for making it so secure. We finally managed to tear it apart, piece by piece. At Circuit City later that evening, my mom bought me another one and made me swear I would attach it to the laptop immediately after returning home; however, I still can't bring myself to do it. In my fathers words, "you have to be ten percent smarter than the equipment you're using." I think that this is a slight problem for me.
Remix to a Classmate's Narrative, posted 9/10 from IslandGirlNarrative∞
“Hair dryer, toothbrush, socks, shampoo, pajamas…what don’t I need?” I said aloud as I packed everything into one of the many bags scattered around my room. I feel as if I am taking everything I own. “Will other people bring this much?” “Will I like my roommate?” “Is the food going to be good?” These were all questions that popped into my head when I thought of where I would be the next day. In twenty-four hours from now I will find myself in my apartment fifteen minutes from home, unpacking all of these things that I have meticulously placed in my suitcases. Stuffing the last items into their resting places for the trip, I belly-flop onto my bed in the room I had been living in for twelve years and close my eyes, hoping this was the right decision.
I never thought this time would come. I always knew I where I was going for college because my mother works at the Physical Plant at Penn State and the 75% discount in tuition is too good of a deal to pass up. Although I've lived in State College since I was two, I was still nervous to go to such a large school. I felt as though I was entering into a new world when I took a tour of my buildings with my mother the day before classes. One would think that I would know it like the back of my hand, but before classes started, I could have given someone directions to the HUB or Pattee Library, but that's it. Is it possible that I made the wrong decision and am just coming to this realization now? Even though I had an advantage with the discount and being so close to home, I would have loved to be going to North Carolina University at Wilmington. The beach is such an incentive, but I knew I would succeed the most at PSU. It would have been difficult to uproot myself when I already have family and friends here. Plus, I joined a cheerleading squad in the spring and I wouldn't have wanted to be up against them if I joined another squad somewhere else and we went to the same competitions.
Penn State was just the perfect decision for me. State College High School is attached at the hip to the university and probably close to 450 people out of my class of 640 will be attending Penn State this fall with me. I grew up in this diverse atmosphere so it's easier for me to make the transition from my high school to Penn State than it would be for some people who went to a school with less diversity.
“Beep, beep, beep!” my alarm sounded. It is nine o’clock in the morning, time to finish packing and leave. I feel refreshed and am ready to begin the next phase of my life. Change, here I come.
9/6
I was "leafing" through the class blogs and I noticed that there is somewhat of a feud brewing pertaining to the Eagles and the Steelers. It seems sort of odd that you two are arguing about who will win the Superbowl when the answer is too obvious: neither of them. The Patriots have become a dynasty, and I'm pretty confident they will stay that way. Now I don't follow football religiously, but I do make it a point to watch all the Pats games I can. I want to also take this time to say that I don't simply like the Patriots because Brady is attractive. That's just a plus. I'm also not just jumping on the bandwagon, like most people think when they see me, probably because I'm a girl and I wear a Patriots hat occasionally. My parents are from Maine and I usually visit with relatives for the summers, so you could say I was born a Patriots fan.
If I had to choose between the Steelers and the Eagles, I'm definitely for the Steelers. E A G L E S gets really old, really fast. They need to come up with something a little less annoying. I mean, its not that tough to spell. C'mon.
Comments:
Wow. That is one interesting way of looking at things. The Patriots WERE great last year and the year before and deserved to win the Super Bowl. This year, however, they have lost their offensive and definsive coordinators and several important players on their defense (Bruschi, Ty Law). They will not win the Super Bowl this year. -Veritas
P.S. E-A-G-L-E-S EAGLES!!
9/6
I heard somewhere that donations at the football game last weekend raised $55,000 toward Hurricane Katrina victims. Wow. That's pretty impressive. Its terrible to think that such devastation could happen from something that cannot be controlled, and no matter who you are, you can be affected by it. I remember at the end of last summer I was spending a week with my Grandparents and a hurricane (the one before Ivan) was "scheduled" to hit Tampa on the day my flight was leaving. Mine was the last plane permitted to leave before they closed the entire airport. After the other passengers and I boarded the plane, it started to shower. Not too big of a deal, I thought at the time. Five minutes later, I couldn't see out of my window because the rain was coming down so hard. Everyone looked uneasy in their seats.
The pilot came on and informed us that his radar showed a five minute break between this rain and the actual intense hurricane weather, and he felt that we could take off and get out of Tampa safely during that time. We began to make our way down the runway, and as we gained speed, I felt myself going side to side in my seat. I thought it was just me until I looked around and noticed everyone doing it. They were whispers of fear from the adults, and I tried to stay calm, almost wanting to scream. But right when things began to feel really scary, we took off and headed for the sunshine, leaving the storm behind us.
The pilot came on the intercom and his first words were, "well folks, we made it!" Everyone cheered. Then he informed us if we looked to the right of the airplane we could see the walls of the hurricane. And sure enough, this incredible grayish-black mass was enveloping the airport we just left. The weirdest thing about it all was having a hurricane on one side of the plane and a cloudless sky on the other. It was pretty intense, but I always say that if an experience turns out to be a good story, then it's worth it.
Narrative, posted 9/4
My palms were sweaty from my best friend's death grip on my fingers. We were in a circle, each of us looking at the others, trying to promote some sense of hope. Trying to keep away the feeling of failure until after we performed. The announcer said our squad name, and I realized that it didn't matter if I wasn't ready. I had to force my feet onto the competition floor. I faked one more confident smile to my peers before I turned around, hustled through the curtains behind the stage, and gracefully found my spot in front of a stadium of screaming fans, ESPN cameramen, judges, and, of course, plenty of other cheerleaders. Of course, that's what I wanted to happen. I actually stumbled over the mat and almost caused a domino effect behind me. Thankfully, I recovered my balance and dodged my squad members as I searched for my position in the opening stunt.
The music started and I regained my composer right before the first pyramid of the night. The pyramid didn't fall like I thought it would, so giving a quick smile to the judges, my squad and I changed our formation for the dance. Although every muscle was tired from practicing this dance for hours the night before, I willed myself into the motions and stuck with it. Five minutes before we went on the stage, my coach, Christine, reminded us that we had two and a half minutes of our lives to show a year's worth of work and effort. After it was over, we could relax. But not until then. Through the blaring lights and the flashing cameras, I could faintly see the expressions on our opponent’s faces watching our routine from the front row. They had performed right before us, and although our coach refused to allow us to watch, we could tell from the crowd's reactions that they were good. As we were performing they appeared confident, if not conceited. I focused me attention, then, on the next minute and a half on that floor and how badly I wanted to see tears on that squad's faces as we accepted the first place trophy for the large co-ed varsity division at the United Cheerleading Association's National Championship in Disney World.
I went through the last few eight-counts of the routine and my stunt group and I managed to hit every liberty, every extension, and every twist-down cradle. I actually lost the false hope and, for thirty seconds after the routine, believed we had a chance at winning. Christine always taught us to cheer to the crowd after the routine was done for no less than thirty seconds, no matter what stunts fell or who got hurt. This way, we could show the crowd that we bounced back from any hardships on the floor. It was supposed to boost our confidence and show that we still believed in ourselves. As the ending pyramid was brought down, I ran to the front of the mat, hands in the air, screaming support for my squad and State College High School. After ten seconds, I thought it odd that I couldn’t hear my peers barking support from behind me. It was then that I looked around and realized I was alone on the stage. I gave one last false smile to the crowd and met my teammates behind the curtains.
Comments:
License, posted 9/4
The beauty of a brilliant idea is its ability to be passed between people and be allowed to grow and develop into an even more brilliant idea. I could have an epiphany and explain it to someone else; that person could then re-shape it with their own insight on the subject. Of course, the general idea would have been created by me, but something greater could come of it if more minds are privy to accessing and developing this idea. This is why I chose my license. I would want other people to use my words so I could be part of a greater piece of writing. Thoughts should be shared, as long as every thinker acknowledges the other's own idea.
It's always hard to start an entry when you don't know exactly what to say, but it seems right to introduce myself. I've lived in State College since I was two, although that didn't keep me from getting lost trying to find my classes on the first day. I attended State College Area High School where I was a cheerleader my freshman, sophomore, and junior years. I took a break from cheering my senior year, but I just recently joined a competition squad at the beginning of summer, so I'm pretty excited about that. Besides going to school at Penn State, I also work there. I work at the Meteorology Department and I'm pretty much the gopher. I get their lunches, file papers, run errands, etc. Nothing too important, but it's nice to have a job right on campus. I picked Psychology as my major even though I've never taken a class on the subject until Tuesday. It was just something that seemed very interesting, and I always thought that I would like to be an elementary school counselor. It's kind of awkward to bare your soul to a roomful of people the very first time you "talk" to them, but this I guess that's the gist of my life, excluding the boring details.