Being at Plattsburgh State for almost a full two semesters now, I could count on one hand how many times I have gone to the library on one hand. Actually, I only need two fingers.
That second finger would be used for today. The first was used Saturday, when I met a girl from my magazine class to work on a class project.
While there Saturday, I discovered the library's study carrels. They are very small rooms, with a door, desk, window, and light. "Perfect," I thought.
My roommate very seldom leaves the dorm room, and when it comes to my writing, especially poetry, and even more so with slam poetry, it's easiest to write when I am alone in a quiet area, where I can read and think aloud.
So, for the two slam poems that I had been working on, and finished today, I went to the study carrel to work on them.
After working on my magazine project, I switched over to my slam poem about the current events. I basically had all my writing done with, hence the reason I was up much later than I had wanted to be last night. However, since it was an ungodly hour, and I was in bed, I wasn't able to read it out loud. So, I figured, in this little study carrel, was a great way to perform.
Little did I know, that the walls in front, and behind, me are not attached to the outer vertical wall, leaving a gap, allowing the study carrels on either side of me to hear my 'little performance.'
How did I come across this discovery, you ask? It was when a guy in the carrel in front of me, coughed, and it sounded like he was sitting by my side. It was then that my poem came to a halt, I leaned to the left, and noticed these gaps in front, and behind, me.
Needless to say, I was embarrassed but knew that it could get worse. So, I packed up my things and discreetly exited my carrel before my two 'study buddies' discovered my identity.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Sunday, May 1, 2011
As we all know:
May 1, 2011, will be remembered as the day in which Osama Bin Laden was killed by the US Navy Seals after almost 10 years of hiding since the attack on the World Trade Center.
Honestly, all the words that I want to say are a mess at the moment. I am sticking to my private journal. Paper and pen is the way to go, and I hope an awesome poem comes out of this.
God Bless America.
Honestly, all the words that I want to say are a mess at the moment. I am sticking to my private journal. Paper and pen is the way to go, and I hope an awesome poem comes out of this.
God Bless America.
Be careful what you wish for.
This semester, I have said, numerous times, how I want to get hit by a car. Yes, I'm insane, I realize this. But, I said it due to immense amounts of stress and 'FML" moments. Also, I had those emo moments where I just wanted to get pummeled by a dumb-ass student driver in a hick, rusty truck. I figured the quick hit would just be better than dealing with all that I have been. But, for all concerned, which is...no one, I am happy to be breathing tonight.
Anyways, today I had to work from 11-4. I woke up at 10isham to the beautiful sunshine seeping through the crevices and spaces in my dorm room window's blinds. The sunshine tends to diminish the depression. Not all, but most, and I am thankful for that. (It's supposed to rain all week, and I'm PMSing; I'm slightly worried for my sanity.)
Due to the sunshine, I decide to walk to work. Also, I knew that I would be busy and exhausted later on today, so I wouldn't have time, or energy, to run. I figured I would get my exercise in and walk to work!
Well, as I'm walking up Cornelia Street, there's a woman, mother-like, driving her dark-blue mini-van, exiting Burger King's drive-thru/parking lot. She's on her cell phone, looking left at the traffic passing by, keeping her from being able to pull out.
I, walking up on her right, have the right-away, since she's stopped, in a drive-way, awaiting a clearance to enter the street, and I'm the pedestrian. Driver yield to pedestrians. That's just how it goes.
Well, Miss. Mini-van Mom, decides to creep up, and gain speed, towards Cornelia, while I am in front of her. Not only does she hit me, but she keeps going, her head still looking left, and her big mouth still gabbing.
I was unable to move forward, nor backward, because her van is pushing me forward, into Cornelia street, and beginning to run my over. As I am getting more and more under her car, I am beating her hood. It took a good 3-4 hits on her hood to break her attention from whoever she was talking to on the phone and from whatever she was looking at on her left, to realize that there was a teenager wrapped around the front of her soccer-mom mini van.
Well, the look on her face was ridiculous. I want to say it was funny, and I suppose it was, but really, I should have laid that woman out on her back. Instead, she slammed on her breaks (naturally), and I continued walking in my direction as she rolled her window down screaming, "I'm so sorry!" I laughed, I think because of her stupidity, and just told her it was okay, and kept walking.
Standing for5 hours at work, where the line at Subway was non-stop, was terrible. I was limping the whole time, and I was getting shooting pains through my legs. Granted, that wasn't from Miss. Mini-van Mom, I mean she didn't help, but it is mostly due to the fact that I have shin splints.
Needless to say, walking back to campus from work, I took note of every single mini-van and walked much more cautiously.
Oh my goodness! How could I forget Mr. Burger Man?!
Mr. Burger Man was the eye-witness! After this whole...event, as I continued walking in my destined direction, I spotted Mr. Burger Man, sitting in the driver seat of his parked car in the Burger King lot, looking out his windshield, which was facing Miss. Mini-van Mom's and mine direction, eating a burger. However, when I looked at him, he had both hands wrapped around those sesame seed buns, with his jaw dropped, and it wasn't dropped to take in that meaty beef.
His facial expression was, indeed, priceless.
Thank you Mr. Burger Man for making that awful event somewhat hysterical.
Anyways, today I had to work from 11-4. I woke up at 10isham to the beautiful sunshine seeping through the crevices and spaces in my dorm room window's blinds. The sunshine tends to diminish the depression. Not all, but most, and I am thankful for that. (It's supposed to rain all week, and I'm PMSing; I'm slightly worried for my sanity.)
Due to the sunshine, I decide to walk to work. Also, I knew that I would be busy and exhausted later on today, so I wouldn't have time, or energy, to run. I figured I would get my exercise in and walk to work!
Well, as I'm walking up Cornelia Street, there's a woman, mother-like, driving her dark-blue mini-van, exiting Burger King's drive-thru/parking lot. She's on her cell phone, looking left at the traffic passing by, keeping her from being able to pull out.
I, walking up on her right, have the right-away, since she's stopped, in a drive-way, awaiting a clearance to enter the street, and I'm the pedestrian. Driver yield to pedestrians. That's just how it goes.
Well, Miss. Mini-van Mom, decides to creep up, and gain speed, towards Cornelia, while I am in front of her. Not only does she hit me, but she keeps going, her head still looking left, and her big mouth still gabbing.
I was unable to move forward, nor backward, because her van is pushing me forward, into Cornelia street, and beginning to run my over. As I am getting more and more under her car, I am beating her hood. It took a good 3-4 hits on her hood to break her attention from whoever she was talking to on the phone and from whatever she was looking at on her left, to realize that there was a teenager wrapped around the front of her soccer-mom mini van.
Well, the look on her face was ridiculous. I want to say it was funny, and I suppose it was, but really, I should have laid that woman out on her back. Instead, she slammed on her breaks (naturally), and I continued walking in my direction as she rolled her window down screaming, "I'm so sorry!" I laughed, I think because of her stupidity, and just told her it was okay, and kept walking.
Standing for5 hours at work, where the line at Subway was non-stop, was terrible. I was limping the whole time, and I was getting shooting pains through my legs. Granted, that wasn't from Miss. Mini-van Mom, I mean she didn't help, but it is mostly due to the fact that I have shin splints.
Needless to say, walking back to campus from work, I took note of every single mini-van and walked much more cautiously.
Oh my goodness! How could I forget Mr. Burger Man?!
Mr. Burger Man was the eye-witness! After this whole...event, as I continued walking in my destined direction, I spotted Mr. Burger Man, sitting in the driver seat of his parked car in the Burger King lot, looking out his windshield, which was facing Miss. Mini-van Mom's and mine direction, eating a burger. However, when I looked at him, he had both hands wrapped around those sesame seed buns, with his jaw dropped, and it wasn't dropped to take in that meaty beef.
His facial expression was, indeed, priceless.
Thank you Mr. Burger Man for making that awful event somewhat hysterical.
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