On Monday nights i have meetings for my house and this Monday it was a PACE meeting. This means that i was supposed to bring in someone to talk and inform the girls about information. I brought in my parents. I had them talk to the girls about interviews and how to dress in the situation. The girls loved it. My parents were funny and they had a blast. I had no idea that my parents could be like that to be honest. Both of my parents opened the own business and the told the girls all the tips they needed for the interviews. Alto of the girls were motivated by there speech and asked me to bring them back.
Growing up in that house i never thought that people didn't think like my family did. When i watched those girls i couldn't help but smile and think that i was so proud of my parents. They even asked me later (the girls) if they would come back. Because of this they are coming back again next week. I'm proud to share my parents with people and the things that they have to offer. I'm glad I'm there daughter.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Summer
For me, this year has flown by. Since i first arrived at Kearney a week ahead of everyone else for RUSH, i have loved the being here. For many of us we cannot wait for summer to come take us away from school in a matter of 4 weeks. I'm very excited for summer to come but i know i will miss Kearney very much. I will miss the girls and all the crazy late night antics that seem to happen before you know it. I know i will see a lot of my friends but i cant help but think of all the things that will change next year when i come back. So many things will change along with peoples habits and peoples ideas. I will miss the seniors and i will miss the people that move out. Yet change is unavoidable and the new things that come into play will bring in a new life to the girls that RUSH for 2010. I'm excited about the future but i think I'm more scared. Ill wish for the best.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Two-Network
When the credits started to roll at the end of the movie of Network, i was very upset with the ending. I don't really know how i expected it to end but the ending diffidently caught me by surprise. Faye Dunaway who had the leading lady roll was, i must say, i complete bitch. However I do believe that Howard's character was amazing. He had a beautiful personality which lit up the screen with each take. Yet it was almost expected that his character would die from the beginning. Each characters endings were almost predicted ahead of time. You knew from the first time Max and Diana were in the same room that there relationship was going to end in disaster. You knew that the CEOS and TV writers jobs were at risk and they would end up doing anything drastic. After Howard was fired you knew that his life was slowly going in a downward spiral and would end in death. Yet you kept hoping, like in all of the movie scripts that there would be a happy ending.
Like most people who watch TV shows we know that the movie will start somewhat happy, have a tragic accident, and end in happy bliss. So when we watched a movie that started sad, had several tragic accidents, a love affair, no happy parts, and a death. For many of us, or maybe just me, it pissed me off. I love happy endings like any Disney baby would, so I wanted to protest during class and ask to see the REAL ending.
Yet i did not because i knew that this was the real ending. Not every story concludes with "they lived happily ever after." So i will leave the story with its crappy ending and tragedy so that, for others, they can enjoy it. For many this end was probably very suitable and likable, but i was not one of them.
I am as Howard said, attached to the tube and believe that happy endings do happen. Silly me...
Like most people who watch TV shows we know that the movie will start somewhat happy, have a tragic accident, and end in happy bliss. So when we watched a movie that started sad, had several tragic accidents, a love affair, no happy parts, and a death. For many of us, or maybe just me, it pissed me off. I love happy endings like any Disney baby would, so I wanted to protest during class and ask to see the REAL ending.
Yet i did not because i knew that this was the real ending. Not every story concludes with "they lived happily ever after." So i will leave the story with its crappy ending and tragedy so that, for others, they can enjoy it. For many this end was probably very suitable and likable, but i was not one of them.
I am as Howard said, attached to the tube and believe that happy endings do happen. Silly me...
The Tale of Two Sisters
Since i was little my mother always taught my sister and i, to watch out for each other. She knew that because we were sisters we would always have each other. So unlike most siblings we became best friends. Since my sisters graduation three years ago she has moved to Boston and is attending Wellesley College, an all girls school. My sister always felt the need to prove herself to my parents, as well has prove her independence. The move was good thing for her. Yet for me, it was hard. For 18 years i wok up everyday and went to bed knowing my best friend would be there in the room next to me tomorrow. Since her move i have seen her grow, learn, and become one of the most amazing people I've had the pleasure to meet.
Her spring break is after UNK's so she decided to come home, see her parents and come up to UNK for the weekend. I have had Morgan here before but each time I'm equally as excited. Since are worlds our worlds are so far apart, whenever we get together we cant wait to share are new stories with one another. Shes met my friends, seen what my friends are like, and has opened up to the idea of Greek life. Yet my sister and don't agree on one things. Boys
Since her move to Boston she has had an on and off again romance with a boy from MIT. His name is Taylor. Taylor, in my opinion long stream of bad words id rather not repeat. Like any relationship he has played stupid mind games with her and led her on. They stopped talking for a year.
Then about a month ago Morgan calls me to tell me she has a boyfriend. "Its um...Taylor." I almost lost it to say the least. For me this meant that my sister was once again with the man that i hated. Yet she assured me that things would be different this time around and that. So like my mother taught me I respected my sisters wishes and agreed not to talk shit every time she spoke his name. Despite my love for her and respect for choices, i cant help but disagree with her choices, kinda like she would for mine. So how do you tell your sister that shes dating a complete idiot who will only break her heart and leave her a mess, without sounding like our mother?
Her spring break is after UNK's so she decided to come home, see her parents and come up to UNK for the weekend. I have had Morgan here before but each time I'm equally as excited. Since are worlds our worlds are so far apart, whenever we get together we cant wait to share are new stories with one another. Shes met my friends, seen what my friends are like, and has opened up to the idea of Greek life. Yet my sister and don't agree on one things. Boys
Since her move to Boston she has had an on and off again romance with a boy from MIT. His name is Taylor. Taylor, in my opinion long stream of bad words id rather not repeat. Like any relationship he has played stupid mind games with her and led her on. They stopped talking for a year.
Then about a month ago Morgan calls me to tell me she has a boyfriend. "Its um...Taylor." I almost lost it to say the least. For me this meant that my sister was once again with the man that i hated. Yet she assured me that things would be different this time around and that. So like my mother taught me I respected my sisters wishes and agreed not to talk shit every time she spoke his name. Despite my love for her and respect for choices, i cant help but disagree with her choices, kinda like she would for mine. So how do you tell your sister that shes dating a complete idiot who will only break her heart and leave her a mess, without sounding like our mother?
The F-Bomb
As many of you know, the Healthcare bill was passed this week due to the chicken shit money grobling politicians that are supposed to vote for what the STATE wants not what THEY want, or how much money they will get out of it. Regardless, as vic president Joe Biden introduced the President he gave him a man hug smiled and said, "this is a big fucking deal." People were shocked by this. I was not. Incase no one as has noticed, Biden doesnt do speaking campaings anymore. Why? becuase hes not smart enough to keep his mouth shut and not say stupid things. Here is the clip of him being...well, a fucken idiot.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Old Times
Since Ive been home Ive noticed a few things that have changed. One would be the green grass trying to come through as spring approaches, Two how much the town has changed and the roads seem to be worse, and Three how much people changed and don't change.
When i was in high school i was the first one to be ready to walk away from all of the people i graduated with and never look back. I was perfectly happy with the idea of never seeing them again. Most of my high school friends ventured off to Lincoln and i was happy with the go the opposite direction to Kearney. Then over spring break i agreed to see my friend Alaina for coffee and ran into another mutual friend from high school that i had known for a long time, Eryn. As i sat and talked to the girls i was amazed at how much life had changed them and molded them into the people they were. Eryn had become much more daring and courageous, while Alaina had put up the walls to the world that everything was fine. Knowing both of them as well as i do it wasn't hard to see the difference in either of them and all i could do was smile. They decided that we needed to hang out for St. Patricks day and I agreed. I spent that night with friends from school that i was very happy never looking back on and i was very surprised at how much i loved being around them again. To me it was like being in high school again, in a way it was fun to laugh and talk about the new stories we had to share with each other. So when I left are gathering i called my best friend/boy friend Zach.
I talked to him about my night and was sad that he hadn't been there. I talked to him about my feelings towards my friends and why i felt so utterly confused about life after seeing them. He laughed and reminded me that its natural to feel confused or afraid of life. We talked about were life was going for the two of us and how it was different from everyone else. I came to the conclusion that before I know it ill be 20, so will my friends. Before i know it one of them will be married, one of them will go to jail, and one of them might die. Before i know it, life will change and there is nothing any of us can do about it. Its part of there lives and part of there paths. I hope that each of the them stays out of trouble. The good old times will always be fun to look back and talk about but the process of moving on, growing up and living your life meeting new people is the real joy in life. I wish them all the best of luck in there New times.
When i was in high school i was the first one to be ready to walk away from all of the people i graduated with and never look back. I was perfectly happy with the idea of never seeing them again. Most of my high school friends ventured off to Lincoln and i was happy with the go the opposite direction to Kearney. Then over spring break i agreed to see my friend Alaina for coffee and ran into another mutual friend from high school that i had known for a long time, Eryn. As i sat and talked to the girls i was amazed at how much life had changed them and molded them into the people they were. Eryn had become much more daring and courageous, while Alaina had put up the walls to the world that everything was fine. Knowing both of them as well as i do it wasn't hard to see the difference in either of them and all i could do was smile. They decided that we needed to hang out for St. Patricks day and I agreed. I spent that night with friends from school that i was very happy never looking back on and i was very surprised at how much i loved being around them again. To me it was like being in high school again, in a way it was fun to laugh and talk about the new stories we had to share with each other. So when I left are gathering i called my best friend/boy friend Zach.
I talked to him about my night and was sad that he hadn't been there. I talked to him about my feelings towards my friends and why i felt so utterly confused about life after seeing them. He laughed and reminded me that its natural to feel confused or afraid of life. We talked about were life was going for the two of us and how it was different from everyone else. I came to the conclusion that before I know it ill be 20, so will my friends. Before i know it one of them will be married, one of them will go to jail, and one of them might die. Before i know it, life will change and there is nothing any of us can do about it. Its part of there lives and part of there paths. I hope that each of the them stays out of trouble. The good old times will always be fun to look back and talk about but the process of moving on, growing up and living your life meeting new people is the real joy in life. I wish them all the best of luck in there New times.
Friday, March 12, 2010
Column One-Ralph
My great grandmother is 98 years old and currently lives at one of Kearney’s Catholic nursing homes. Last thanksgiving I went with my family to see her for the first time in months and we sat with her as she ate her lunch. As the lunch crowd rolled in, a short bald man was wheeled to are table. He looked tired, like death was knocking at his door and he was going to answer any minute. Yet as we opened his eyes and looked around a smile bloomed across his face and his eyes began to sparkle. It was on this day that i met one of the most extraordinary people I’ve had the pleasure to meet. His name was Ralph. Even though Ralph had just turned 91, he had only been living in the home for 6 months, before that he lived at home with a nurse. As I started to talk and get to know him I was amazed by the stories he told. In are day and age Ralph would have been known as a player, he was only married once but lived freely through his young age and chose not to have any children. He went to hundreds of dances and informed me that when he lived in California he was involved with some pretty naughty things. I didn’t ask for details. He asked my sister if she was married or if she wanted to be to him probably ten times while we were there, he also told my aunt that he would like to ride her, but then decided it was better if they forgot he ever made that remark. Compared to many of the people in the home, Ralph was full of life. He loved the company of younger people and cherished every moment he had with us.
It wasn’t until I sat down to play the piano for my grandmother that I realized how lonely Ralph was. I started to play a song, and a few seconds into it I heard Ralph singing along. When I was done and returned to my seat, he was crying. It was after this moment that Ralph opened up to me and told me about how he used to play the trumpet, all the artists he met down in Memphis and the concerts he had been to. As I got up leave with my family I promised Ralph I would be back again. And I did, I came back once more with my grandma for my great grandmothers birthday. I immediately went and found Ralph. He reminded me while I was there that he didn’t have a lot of time left and after you come to the homes like these it’s all downhill. I did my best to reassure him but we both knew he was right. I promised him I would bring my sorority sister by to meet him and spend the afternoon with him. It was a promise I never kept to Ralph. On Thursday after class my mother called me to tell me that Ralph had passed away. I wanted to cry. When I called my grandma to tell her, she only sighed and gave me a piece of advice. “Hope, don’t take anything in this world for granted, when you’re young, time is on your side. You forget that not everyone has that. Each moment is precious and you only get to live in that moment once. He came into your life for a reason. Figure out why he was there.” I sat with this page for hours, blank, trying to figure out what to say about the man that had touched me so much, and that I hardly knew. Finally as I started to write I realized what that was.
My whole life I have been living for the future. Living for what was going to happen. I was always trying to speed up time, to race ahead of the clock to see what was on the other side. I never once lived in the moment. If I could take anything from meeting Ralph it is this. Life is happening now. Tomorrow will be whatever it will be whether your there to rush it along or not. Live for the moments because they are what really matter. It’s really the only thing you have in this life. When I return to Kearney after Spring break I plan on going and visiting Ralph’s stone. Ill thank him for everything he taught me in are short time together and pray that he’s off playing and singing with the angles.
People like Ralph are scattered among are lives to remind us to stop and smell the roses, because of Ralph I will do that. Because of Ralph I will remember each day why im here in this moment and not trying to jump ahead to the future.
So to Mr. Ralph, one of the funniest, kindest men I have had the pleasure to meet. Thank you for reminding me what life is truly about. I hope that I to can touch someone someday the way you have touched me, rest in peace.
It wasn’t until I sat down to play the piano for my grandmother that I realized how lonely Ralph was. I started to play a song, and a few seconds into it I heard Ralph singing along. When I was done and returned to my seat, he was crying. It was after this moment that Ralph opened up to me and told me about how he used to play the trumpet, all the artists he met down in Memphis and the concerts he had been to. As I got up leave with my family I promised Ralph I would be back again. And I did, I came back once more with my grandma for my great grandmothers birthday. I immediately went and found Ralph. He reminded me while I was there that he didn’t have a lot of time left and after you come to the homes like these it’s all downhill. I did my best to reassure him but we both knew he was right. I promised him I would bring my sorority sister by to meet him and spend the afternoon with him. It was a promise I never kept to Ralph. On Thursday after class my mother called me to tell me that Ralph had passed away. I wanted to cry. When I called my grandma to tell her, she only sighed and gave me a piece of advice. “Hope, don’t take anything in this world for granted, when you’re young, time is on your side. You forget that not everyone has that. Each moment is precious and you only get to live in that moment once. He came into your life for a reason. Figure out why he was there.” I sat with this page for hours, blank, trying to figure out what to say about the man that had touched me so much, and that I hardly knew. Finally as I started to write I realized what that was.
My whole life I have been living for the future. Living for what was going to happen. I was always trying to speed up time, to race ahead of the clock to see what was on the other side. I never once lived in the moment. If I could take anything from meeting Ralph it is this. Life is happening now. Tomorrow will be whatever it will be whether your there to rush it along or not. Live for the moments because they are what really matter. It’s really the only thing you have in this life. When I return to Kearney after Spring break I plan on going and visiting Ralph’s stone. Ill thank him for everything he taught me in are short time together and pray that he’s off playing and singing with the angles.
People like Ralph are scattered among are lives to remind us to stop and smell the roses, because of Ralph I will do that. Because of Ralph I will remember each day why im here in this moment and not trying to jump ahead to the future.
So to Mr. Ralph, one of the funniest, kindest men I have had the pleasure to meet. Thank you for reminding me what life is truly about. I hope that I to can touch someone someday the way you have touched me, rest in peace.
Hope
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Alice in Wonderland
From the childhood story of Alice and Wonderland comes Tim Burtons version of the cartoon in a movie based form. Many people are very exctied to see it, inculding myself, others are not so sure. Two of my friends told me this moring that it had a good ending but defedintly wasnt what they expected. The story doesnt fallow the orginal outline, but anymore does it ever?
Some say it was terrible some say it was great...i guess only a trip to the theater will tell..
exploration
If anyone is a Star Trek fan then they know this introduction that started every episode of the Next Generation series. "To seek out new life and new civilizations," this line reminded me of are guest speaker who came and talked to us Tuesday during class. He truly has an amazing story and will have an incredible life. Yet i got me thinking about Star Trek, we are always exploring the earth but we have yet to go into space. Our society has yet to send a ship capable of carrying human life into space. With all of are technology we are able to detect hundreds of other galaxies in the universe, how in the world could we ever really believe that we are the only ones out there? Also if there are other species of life in the universe why haven't they found us yet? Or if they have, communicated with us? Life is a beautiful thing, and if there is other life out there, i hope I'm around to see it.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
My Mouse
Like the story we read in class today i have an animal that i need to get rid of and have no idea who to go about doing that. Right when we got back from spring break there was a mouse cage in the PFM. I walked past it at least 12 times before i noticed some boys looking to kill the mouse. So having the big heart i do i saved him.....and hes been in my room ever sence.
Dont get me wrong hes a great mouse, he cute, doesnt make much noise, and sleeps all the time. Except at night time. There is a wheel in his cage that he believes he has to run in from 8pm to 7am and the thing makes ALOT of noise. Jess and i have had are fill and now i have no idea what to do with him. If i take him to the pet store they will sell him as food so i cant willingly send him to his death. I cant set him free in the wild because he was born and raised in a pet store. So im told.
No one has even been looking for him. It more or less seems that someone dropped him off and hoped that a sweet girl like me would pick him up.
I need advice. Please let me know what i should do with this mouse
PS. his name is Wheatley
Dont get me wrong hes a great mouse, he cute, doesnt make much noise, and sleeps all the time. Except at night time. There is a wheel in his cage that he believes he has to run in from 8pm to 7am and the thing makes ALOT of noise. Jess and i have had are fill and now i have no idea what to do with him. If i take him to the pet store they will sell him as food so i cant willingly send him to his death. I cant set him free in the wild because he was born and raised in a pet store. So im told.
No one has even been looking for him. It more or less seems that someone dropped him off and hoped that a sweet girl like me would pick him up.
I need advice. Please let me know what i should do with this mouse
PS. his name is Wheatley
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Emo Screamo
Can i just say that i hate Emo Screamo music?!
I mean don't get me wrong, I'm open to every type of music, but how is that really considered music? All you hear is noise. Its loud music that is turned up so high you cant even hear the vocals. Not that you'd want to. The vocals are only someone screaming into a microphone for 3 minutes and you just want to put them out of the misery.
That is not music.
I mean don't get me wrong, I'm open to every type of music, but how is that really considered music? All you hear is noise. Its loud music that is turned up so high you cant even hear the vocals. Not that you'd want to. The vocals are only someone screaming into a microphone for 3 minutes and you just want to put them out of the misery.
That is not music.
Special Days
In 11 days something "special will happen. Its one day out of the year that is the most special of all. To one person. It’s a day when you are supposed to change, grow, and have learned from the year before. Yet on this day I don’t believe I will feel any different then I did a year ago. On Friday, March 13 1991, I was born, and on this day I am supposed to remember everything that the last 19 years have done for me.
I never really stop to think that is has been a whole year except for my birthday and new years. It’s really the only time people stop and reflect. So as 11 days comes crawling up, imp starting to think about everything vie done. What were the goals I had set to have done by this time next year? Even though birthdays are 24 hours, the same length as every day, it feels like the shortest 24 hours of your life.
In 11 days I will be a year older then what I was last year and now 19 years old. Even though birthdays are supposed to be fun I almost find it sad. I don’t really like the idea of growing up, never have. Yet imp a very impatient person. Growing up I always wanted to do things now. I wanted my life to start now, wanted to go, to travel, to dream. Still, my parents held me back reminding me that when I am grown up, I can do all those things just fine.
So here’s the real test, here I am, no longer a teenager, not yet considered an adult, and I have one year tell I’m 20 to figure out what it means to me to be an adult. I have amazing dreams for my life, and I do believe that 19 is a good year to start some of the more "ridiculous" ones that are now or never. Wish me luck.
11 days and counting
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