ASL teacher or Escaped Convict on the run?

Well classes started yesterday and things were going pretty well, I have to be at school at 7AM and I get to go home around 7PM, when I got to my Applied Phonetics class. It appears me Prof. thinks I should be in another class WITH the one I'm taking so now I have to actually GET IN the class! - For those inquiring minds - I talked to the senior secretary of the Speech Path. and Audiology Department and she told me she'd get me in . . . Or at least TRY to . . . - But she is not the prof. in question. My ASL, American Sign Language, professor is an interesting lady. . . . She has the look and air of someone evading justice and aside from creeping both me AND Kat out she sorta spaced in and out from Zombie to Convict . . . Kat said she died in that class and that the SG-1 team came and put her in a sarcophagus and resuscitated her and NO ONE NOTICED!! My response was DARN!!! I MISSED IT!!!! Anywho needless to say aside from being zoned I dropped the class and am no free from the constant worry that I might have otherwise had to endure about my runaway professor.

Passion about life

Columbine. No one hears that name without knowing what happened. How could we not? How could anyone forget the event that told parents that their children weren't "safe" anymore when they went off to school. Personally it makes my blood boil. It could've been prevented you know. Most people just ignore me when I get this far. " Ahh, but now you're into wishful thinking." I can't tell you how many times I've heard that. But it doesn't make it less true. It doesn't change reality. There is a story behind columbine, there is ALWAYS a story. How many people actually know it?
The boys in question, the ones who chattered so many lives, we ordinary boys. They were boys who were hurt. Repeatedly. We've all been in that place. The cool kids don't like you, for whatever reason, so no one will talk to you because they want to be able to pretend that the cool kids like them. When in fact they don't. Watch Frank Peretti's Hangman's Curse. Crystal and Ian are those kids. The difference lies in how the situation is handled.
So now we come to my proposal. If even 1 person had reached out to those boys then maybe things wouldn't have turned out the same way. If someone had tried to help them, love them, accept them as they were. And tried to befriend them. Ahh the power of love. It is like a healing balm that washes the soul and helps to drive out the darkness. It tells us that when the night turns to morning, everything will be alright.
But no one did. That is the problem. Everyone goes about in their lives ignoring everyone else because they're in too much pain to care. They tell themselves it's not their problem and that they shouldn't get involved. But they should. If more people started caring about other people and less about themselves then we would live in a different world. Where things like this would happen less and less. . . . Who knows it might even save lives.
No one thinks about the people that God puts in their way most of the time. Like they can't even see them. But those people may be hurting in ways you might not know, and maybe just maybe a smile from you or a kind word. It might make all the difference. Because it might give them the strength to keep going. To live. To try. Because people like them need hope. And people like us should be giving it. So why aren't we? Don't wait for tomorrow. It may never come. Reach out today and save a life one act of kindness at a time. Who knows. It might be what you're remembered for after you've died. Because after all, what is more important? What you're going through? Or that persons life? It starts with a decision and we make it daily. So come on. What's stopping you?

Good Old Fashioned Hillbilly Fun

Well yesterday my sister, a friend of ours and myself, and the rest of our family, went out to go a shootin'. Yes, I do mean that I actually went out, just for fun mind you, and bought and shot ammunition. And I was pretty good for someone who hasn't done that sort of thing before. If I may say so myself. A double barrel shot gun and a single barrel shot gun. Although my personal favorite was the single barrel. We shot skeet, well Mom and Mike shot skeet and then they put it out quite a distance away and then I shot 3 skeet to my great amusement! All in all it was fun. Although I may not be repeating the experience, at least in the sense of WHERE we went shooting, and I highly doubt that it was for the last time.

I admit that it was fun and it also happens to be a GREAT way to get out aggression . . . Not that I need to mind you . . . . But everyone gets angry so it helps!!

Kat and I were in Sam's Club today and we were passing the whole BIG INSANELY FRIVILOUS TV section and they had a ps2 and a guitar game hooked up and it had a little guitar that reminded me of the kind of guitar that you would buy for a toddler. . . Anywho it was fun, right before we had to leave Kat got the hang of it and we stopped getting booed off the stage . . . . It was quite the spectacle . . . But I enjoyed it. . . .It reminded me of a game I already have called Frequency. . . Which I like as well.