...as I've been reminded of frequently:) *See disclaimer in first post ( Read more... )

This is a poem that was used as a discussion platform in my international studies class last week. Politics is about my least favorite topic, but this poem caught my attention. It was written by Rudyard Kipling in 1899 and what intrigued me is the strikingly similar attitude it shares with many westerners over a 100 years after it was written. I ( Read more... )

It was pointed out to me the other day that I hadn't updated this in a long while. Time to resuscitate this poor neglected journal. I have no girl friends here. It just hit me the other day, I really don't. It's a little depressing. I don't know if it's something I'M doing wrong, or what. It's probably me. I've only ever had really close ( Read more... )

Prof. Francis: So, Nick. What is your major?
Nick: Under water fire prevention.
Nick: Something in education, I think.
Prof. Francis: Oh God, no. Not that.

Eric: I can do anything!
Prof. Francis: Can you give birth?

Sometimes she seems to get distracted and go off on tangents in her essay...
Eric: Yeah...I do that when I read.

Switch Tuesday means I get to attend all five of my classes in one day. If anyone is reading this expecting me to say something profound or at the very least, interesting, I'd suggest stopping now. (Tom, that means you) And no, I did not post twice in one day. Logistical problems ( Read more... )

Yes, I have finally buckled under the pressure. I have joined the masses of the online journal keepers. There are a couple ways I can justify this...good way to keep people in touch with what I'm up to (thanks Meghan, but you are one of the few who care) good outlet for emotions...maybe. Ironically, there may be a practical use for this. ( Read more... )