Sticking with inserting all sorts of pictures and files into my recent entries I decided to post my pretty little finals schedule. It’s kinda boring but in all that yellow I’m sure I’ll be fixing computers and checking people out of Watterson. So yeah, here it is!
That’s all for now! Oh, click here to see just how close the end is!
John
This came in the mail today. As if I wasn’t excited about the summer as it was! Enjoy!
That’s all for now. Less than 19 days to go!
John
I finally saw my apartment! How neat is that! It seems as if the building was designed by the same architects that did Watterson as we are on a half floor. Kind of a weird layout if you ask me. The elevator looking thing also kinda scared us when we found it. Luckily we only have to take 7 or so stairs to get to our apartment. The couches are relatively new as the tenants before the current tenants thought that it would be a good idea to chuck the old stuff out the window before moving out. One of the rooms is teal because the current tenant didn’t like white, the island in the kitchen may need to be modified, and the layout is almost nothing like what sami shows on the website. Awesomeness!
That was the highlight of my day!
John
Donating to the American Cancer Society is something I started doing last semester when I was asked to donate to a friends team for Relay for Life. Although this is only my second year donating and heading out to Relay for a bit I know this is something I would like to do on an anual basis. It’s a great cause and you can’t really begin to apprectiate the power that events like Relay for Life have until you’re standing in the middle of the quad surrounded by several hundred other students crying during the luminaria ceremony. Even though I didn’t hear the one name I would have liked to because I forgot to purchase a luminary, my thoughts during the ceremony were on one person.
My grandpa, John R. Keippel, is my closest connection to cancer. Proof that anyone can become a victim of cancer, he was far too young to be taken from this life. There’s so much he never got to experience. From my point of view there’s so much that I never got to experience. I was only 11. We never got the chance to have an “adult” relationship. There’s so much more we could have learned about each other and so much more we could have learned from each other. Cancer may have pulled us apart but the memories will forever keep us together…
John R. Keippel - 1936-1995
So we were in literary narrative today, and by we I mean Liza and I, and the rest of the class too, and we had to write a short story based on a very short passage on a notecard. Our passage was “They collided together.” With that we had to situate our story in time and place and then write the story. Below is our story. Yeah, it’s interesting…
As Francine turned down Magnolia Ln. the scenery was none too familiar to her. She had seen the same children laughing and playing in the street for the past two years. She remembered sitting with Pedro on their front porch late summer nights, holding each other, sitting silently listening to the crickets chirping in the grass. Suddenly Francine was thrust from her state of reminiscence upon seeing Pedro getting into his cherry red mustang with a tall, slender, blonde woman; the type of woman Francine envy’s and loathes. She slows her car watching him slowly back out of his driveway into the street. Just as his car enters the street Francine slams her foot into the gas pedal in a fit of rage, quickly accelerating towards Pedro’s still backing car. Time slows and she grips the wheel, her knuckles white with anger. The distance between them quickly gets smaller until they collided together.
…Definitely not a very good story, but that’s what you get when you put three people together in a group and they quickly puke all their ideas onto the page. It’s amazing what you can do with a tiny 3 word sentence. It was a fun time!
That’s all for now…
John
Why does it feel so wrong to be different?
John
I’ve seen a man cry.
I’ve seen a man shout out,
afraid of losing the woman he loves.
I’m gonna drive and never ever slow down.
I’m gonna drive until i break down.
Packing my things and getting out of this town.
I’m gonna drive until i break down.
If you know me well enough you know I don’t drink. Never have and, as of this very moment, have no plans on doing so even when I turn 21. You have your reasons for drinking and I have my reasons for not drinking, it’s really as simple as that. As much as I wish I could change the world and have people see what I do, I know that it’s not possible. I will never try to change someone because it’s not my business and it’s not right to force my beliefs on others. You’ll do what you want and I’ll be happy with that because it’s your choice. All I ask is that you do the same in return. Don’t ask me if I want a drink. If I want a drink I’m perfectly capable of getting my own. Don’t try to convince me to take a drink because it’s not going to work. Don’t tell me your plans for me when I turn 21, because unless something comes along and changes my life between now and then, one birthday isn’t going to do it. I don’t need to drink just because I’m 21 and I probably won’t to celebrate. If you can’t just be happy because it’s my birthday then don’t mention it at all. At this point I’d be happy with my birthday going completely unnoticed. I’m tired of hearing people bringing it up just because I’ll be 21 and they think I should drink to celebrate.
I guess what I’m trying to say is that I really don’t want to argue over the matter and want people to know that it really does upset me every time it gets brought up. Having to defend where I stand all the time just get’s old.
John
Some thing never change I suppose. Time passes and some things change, but overall most changes will not occur soon enough. Deep down I had hoped that things had changed, but really I knew that they hadn’t. I got my hopes up and now I’m back to where I was not so long ago. What do I do now?
John