Go Figure.

Today i was on my way to a doctors appointment, and running a little late when i pulled up to a red light. As i slowed down, a car in the next lane also prepared to stop. I noticed that my neighbor was a middle-aged black man who was staring at me across the lane. At first i decided to just ignore this behavior, until i realized that the man was telling me to roll down my window. Laughing at the obsurdity, i did.
"Ey girl! where you goin?" he yelled at me.
"To the doctor."
"ok. cool, cool. where you goin afta dat? maybe i can meet up witchew."
"uh, bible study."
"o, ok. cool. well i wanna talk witchew."
"we are talkin." i said.
"how bout we go just down dey and talk fo ten minutes?" he asked AS he pointed down the street.
"i can't! i have a doctors appointment and i'm late as it is." i said in disbelief.
"o, ok. well, you got a numba?"
"yea."
"well, can i get yo numba? what it is?"
seriously?
right then the light turned green, so before i left my new friendship, i told him:
"you can't have my number."
as i drove off i could hear him say:
"ok, cool, cool. i'll catcha later den."

it seems like i get put in these situations often.

The John

Ok, so this may be pretty strange, i just felt like someone might appreciate my experience with the bathrooms at A.C. Flora.

First of all, i am not a huge fan of public restrooms, but the ones at A.C. Flora are especially gross.

So, one day, i was in one of the stalls, and i looked at the same picture on the back of the stall door that i must see about every day. it's a jack-o- lantern looking thing with a smirk on it's face. Next to the picture are the words: pass it on. As i said before, i've seen this picture maybe a hundred times, but it wasn't until the other day that i realized, that the picture is not in fact a jack-o- lantern, but a bomb. I just had never notice the little fuss at the top before.

Well, i figured that picture had been on that stall door for about a year, so i just kind of ignored it, but decided to use different stalls from now on. The next day, i was again in the bathroom, and looked up to see that same smirk looking at me.

ok, i thought, this person has hit up a couple of these stalls.

However, the person had hit up a few more stalls than i had thought, because the day after that i was downstairs in that same building, and saw, yet again the smiling bomb.

However, instead of it's normal caption, another line was added:

pass it on... or not, the choice is yours.

ok, so somebodies got jokes...

i haven't really decided if it bothers me... but more than likely, it's just somebody tryin to be funny.

Ok, now, today, i had a pretty different experience. I was in one of our really old buildings, and went into the bathroom. Immediatly i'm hit with a wall of cigarette smoke. i looked around, didn't see anyone, so i figured that someone must have just been smoking earlier that period. well, as i was trying to shut the stall door (which was not easy because the door is constantly getting stuck) this girl says, "how hard is it to shut that damn door?!"

so i wasn't alone. frustrated that i was in this position because of our crappy bathrooms, i didn't answer her, figuring the question was rhetorical.

however, the voice did not take my silence as an answer.

"Helloooo?"

so i just told her that the door had gotten stuck and that was all.

she took that answer and asked me what class i was in.

"Buisness Law" i told her.

Then she asked me if i was "a sophomore... o wait... freshman right?"

nope. senior.

"what's your name?"

sophie.

"white or black?"

white.

"good."

???

"sophie let me tell you something, don't start smoking... its a really bad habit and you can't stop."

alright.

"before you leave, do you wanna have a hit."

uhhh......no. so i as i was leaving, out of pure habit, i said, "i out, see ya later."

"i don't even know who you are." was her response.

and then it was quite as i struggled to un-jam the stall door.

I tried so hard not to laugh on my way out. That was such an odd conversation for where i was at, and yet, it added so much humor to my day. Throughout the entire duration of our dialogue, i had felt like i was being interviewed. but it was enjoyable. so maybe the fact that our bathrooms are in bad condition is not such a bad thing, because obviously it's a pretty good conversation starter...

A Pennie For Your Thoughts

it amazes me how much people can blog. i just feel like i dont have that much to
say... or that it's really not worth noting. maybe that's my problem: i don't
really see the value of what's going on around me. sure, i may have a funny
story or two, but is it really worth blogging? so anyways, that's what
i'm working on now: writing down whatever just because. we'll see how this goes.

Begining of the End... senior year.

01 It's kind of crazy to think that I'm a senior. Sure i'm extremely excited about the prospects of college, but at the same time, i'm a little overwhelmed. So far, and this is only the second week, this has proven to be my busiest year. Not only is there applying to colleges and keeping your GPA up, but there's also SAT scores to consider, scholarships to apply for, and majors to settle on. Up until this past summer, i thought i knew what i was gonna do: double major in business and psycology. However, now i'm not so sure.

I know that alot of students go through a few different majors before finally landing on one, however... i don't really wanna waste my time with that. I just want to go in with my intended major, put in my four years, and go from there. Going back and forth just seems like a huge waste of time and money.

Also, for those of us who didn't score so well on the SAT, there are scholarships that we have to start applying for. Who has the time to sit and write essay after essay for "why they think they deserve the scholarship?" AP homework keeps us busy enough. I just feel like colleges are not going to get the best idea for good students based primarily off of the SAT. I have a pretty high GPA with my lowest grade last semester being a 92B. If colleges looked at that first, i think that they would see more and more that while some students don't exactly test well, or learn material... in 25 mins, they invest a good bit of time in the subject until they do understand. Being a good student should not imply that they're smart, but that they put time and effort into their education.

It's just a little disappointing knowing that you can't get into your favorite college because your SAT score was not high enough.

With all that stress though, i still think that this year is going to be a good one. Productive if nothing else.