Friday, September 24, 2004

All 400 of we choir members stood up at the same time at a signal from our conductor. Oddly, the audience chuckled. Perhaps it was a phenomenon to see that many college students disciplined enough to do a simple task like standing up together.
Funny things can happen when you look across the auditorium from one choir loft to the next. Guys you don't know may randomly begin trying to communicate in elementary sign language, spelling things repeatedly that do not make any sense, and laughing when you look at them with incredulous confusion.

Thursday, September 23, 2004

Hurrah for Celebration 2004! For music majors that means we get to sing a concert tomorrow morning, and have the rest of the day off. What is it like to have a Friday off, anyway? It's been so long I've forgotten.

Wednesday, September 22, 2004

Aching, unsurpressable desire seeks to claim me.
It whispers in silence and smiles in the dark when I close my eyes.
Relentlessly it follows me around every corner of my mind.
I cannot escape even in sleep.
It laughs, knowing I want to surrender.

Omnipotent Father,
Grant me strength to resist.
Question:

I was told last night by a man in his mid-forties that men look at things from a point A to point B perspective. In other words, they see the beginning and the end goal, but not much in between.

On the other hand, women focus more on the entire process of how you get to point A to point B.

If you're a guy let me know what you think. Is this true?

Tuesday, September 21, 2004

I ended up at Dunkin Donuts this morning with some classmates to discuss a presentation we have for class tomorrow. I decided to be brave and try their coffee...mainly because I miss it so much. I ordered an iced latte with no flavor, shocking the girl behind the counter. I just wanted it plain? Not even sugar in it? No, just the latte...just coffee.

When she brought me the latte I had to laugh; she apparently couldn't imagine a latte by itself and resorted to putting whipped cream on the top. When I tasted the latte, I understood her amazement. The coffee really did need flavoring after all.

Tuesday, September 14, 2004

I wanted to cry, but also laugh at myself at the same time. Instead I sighed and went to sleep, saving my tears for another day.

Denying yourself is never easy.
Get a clue, girls

You can see them all over my campus: overly tanned girls with paper thin T-shirts and skirts that barely cover their tidey-whiteys. I always wondered what the point was...who came up with these outfits anyway? Do guys really think that is attractive?

I found the answer a few nights ago in a conversation about girl's dress with two of my guy friends. Through their ranting and raving, I discovered that current women's fashion is not at all appealing to them. They said it was ugly, unattractive, and absurd. They asked, "What are those things...do they still call them skirts? They're more like bandanas they tie around themselves. We don't want to see that. Girls need to put some clothes on."

I didn't know what to tell them, except, "Yeah, they still call them skirts."

Saturday, September 11, 2004

I rode past her today on my way to school...a little old lady with perfectly permed gray curls, driving to her old lady activity in her brand new SUV on a Saturday afternoon.

It wasn't her image that stuck in my mind; it was the bass blasting in a Black Eyed Peas song that came through her rolled down windows.

Friday, September 10, 2004

There are random moments in life when you realize how much impact the decisions you make in a split second can have on other people. And then you're glad when you realize that the decision you made was the right one, even though you didn't think about it for more than a second.
It's 11:30 on Friday morning. I am really trying to complete a paper, but my mind keeps defaulting to the weekend mode. I keep rebooting it to Friday, but it's not working. It's now approaching the power saving mode. Too many brain cells have been used up this week.

Wednesday, September 08, 2004

I'm beginning to feel that although the teaching profession is attempting to raise it's status in the eye of the public through collective bargaining, they are inadvertently defeating their own purpose. How are we to elevate the profession of teaching if we engage in methods of negotiation that have always been associated with hard labor and rebellion towards the system? I must think about this further...
Maybe it's the windy, pouring rain from Hurricane Francis soaking me through and reminding me of home.

Maybe it's the unique individual who is always obnoxious in rehearsal that I was cordial to even though I felt like being cutting and demeaning.

Maybe it's the three papers and group project that no one is participating in.

Maybe it's the relationships I can't figure out.

Maybe it's the pile of laundry I can't find time to wash.

Maybe it's the 18 credits.

Maybe it's the frog in my throat.

Maybe...that is what makes me want to get away for just a few minutes and curl up in a little ball.