Religion is going out of style.
It is not cool to believe in God anymore, it seems.
Only right-winged crazy conservatives believe in such a thing, and they will read the Bible to you until you pass out from exhaustion.
Newsflash folks, it is always socially acceptable to have faith.
I agree, religion is for the birds. I do not think I need to sit in an uncomfortable pew for an hour or two and listen to someone that studied the Bible in college for four years to tell me how to live my life. I have been reading the same book since I was seven; I think I know what it says by now.
I grew up in a very on and off again religious home.
The first church I attended was a Methodist church. The preacher was bald; his head became red when he became passionate during his sermons. The choir sang the same songs every week from the hymnal, and I anxiously waited the time I was dismissed to go to the kid’s class.
I remember learning about communion and the significance behind it as a young child. I remember the first time I was allowed to participate in communion. I was so nervous. We were given a piece of bread and were to dip it in the juice, but I thought the juice was actually blood. Once it was my turn to partake, I dropped my bread and ran out of the room crying.
Shortly after this incident, my family changed churches. My father’s friend recommended an Assemblies of God church close to our home.
The pastor there was the friendliest man I had ever met, and his wife was full of love. I felt comfortable there, even as a child.
Years past, I grew older as the pastor did. He felt it was time to retire.
The new pastor was from South Africa and was he ever Pentecostal.
He and his wife were very into revivals, casting out demons, speaking in the Holy Ghost’s language, and collecting money.
I believe this is where my confusion began, unknowingly.
I saw my church make a complete transformation.
Our relaxed worship services were now filled with flags, dancing, and elaborate performances. Men and women alike danced around the sanctuary giving praise to God. They spoke in unknown languages and others would translate it to English, by the power of God, so the congregation would understand the message. Women began hysterically laughing, filled with the joy of the spirit.
I was taught this was normal. This was my religion.
Once I became a teenager, I could finally participate in the church’s youth group. I was so excited.
The church recently hired a new youth pastor. He reminded me a lot of my brother-in-law. I was already close with his wife from working with her in the newly renovated kid’s church. Everything was perfect for me.
Our youth services were much different from those held in the main sanctuary.
No one was waving flags; no one was running around, no one was shouting messages in unknown languages. People were just praying. People were socializing. People were being themselves.
This was my religion.
This would not last forever though.
Soon enough the church hired another new pastor and a new youth pastor.
The new pastor and his wife reminded me much of the first pastor’s I encountered at the church. I hoped for things to go back to normal, for the performances and acts to end. They did.
However, they began appearing in the youth group.
Everything became about showmanship. The focus was not right.
This was not my religion.
I began to study the Bible for myself, figure out what my take on everything was.
From that day on, I have never proclaimed a religion. I am not Pentecostal, I am not Catholic, I am not Baptist, and I am myself.
I have faith in the Lord. I have seen too many miracles to not.
Some say it is by chance that things happen. If things just happen by chance, why have goals? Why sit through four to five years of expensive classes to get a piece of paper? If everything is by chance, things will happen when they happen.
I believe everything happens for a reason.
I have faith. I have faith in the Lord. I have faith in my family. I have faith in myself.
Religion may be for the older generations, it is something they are used to. It sure is not for everybody.
Faith is something completely different from religion. Faith is hope. Hope for a better tomorrow, hope for a cure for cancer, hope in finding love.
Maybe it is not the cool thing to have faith. For me, faith will never be just a trend.
NOW PLAYING: LILY ALLEN - WHO'D HAVE KNOWN
12.01.2011
11.09.2011
I'm So Proud of You
It is easy to focus on the negative in life.
Winter is coming, it is getting colder. Gas prices are going back up. The Browns cannot figure out their offence. It is easy to focus on the negatives.
When factoring in personal problems it could really get one down.
This past week has been a roller coaster. My mother has been in and out of the hospital, my grandmother is facing major surgery, I lost a new friend, and some one I considered my best friend stabbed me in the back harder than I could imagine.
These were the only things running through my mind. These stresses plus the stresses of school, work, and bills weighed me down. I became lost in my own thoughts. I needed something to remind me of the good things in life.
While I was working, my sister called me. She asked me how I was and I completely broke down. I told her everything that had been on my mind. She reminded me that there is a bigger plan for my life. She reminded me that I have a family that is always there to support me and love me. She reminded me of the good things in my life.
I could hear my nieces and nephew playing in the background. My youngest niece was yelling, “I need to talk on the phone! This is important!” Therefore, my sister quickly gave the phone to my niece. She began to tell me that all she wants for her birthday, which is not until February, is for her and I to get our ears pierced together. That was all I needed to hear.
All the stress and heaviness lifted from my shoulders. I realized there was no point in being so down and gloomy. Life is a beautiful thing and it is to be enjoyed.
Simplicity is missing in today’s culture. However, the simple things in life keep us all sane.
Competition drives our culture. Within this competition, people try to bring others down to climb to their idea of success. This tearing down of others is more harmful than most think.
When you see someone work so hard to make sure others fail, in order to bring them success, it can affect you in different ways.
You can allow that person to get the best of you. Let them take the joy from your life and make you feel like you are a failure.
On the other hand, you can allow it to make you stronger. If someone is putting that much effort into deterring your success, they feel some type of inferiority. I have learned that petty actions stem from fear. A fear that you are better than they are at something.
With human’s natural competitive nature, petty actions are usually a first resort to eliminate that inferiority.
When you feel someone pulling you down, remember the good things in your life. Even the simplest thing like that adorable dog you saw on your way to campus this morning. Focus on the positives in life.
Beautiful things surround our lives everyday. They are easy to miss though if all that fills your head are negative thoughts and the negatives actions of others toward you.
Just remember the good things, the simple things.
Winter is coming, it is getting colder. Gas prices are going back up. The Browns cannot figure out their offence. It is easy to focus on the negatives.
When factoring in personal problems it could really get one down.
This past week has been a roller coaster. My mother has been in and out of the hospital, my grandmother is facing major surgery, I lost a new friend, and some one I considered my best friend stabbed me in the back harder than I could imagine.
These were the only things running through my mind. These stresses plus the stresses of school, work, and bills weighed me down. I became lost in my own thoughts. I needed something to remind me of the good things in life.
While I was working, my sister called me. She asked me how I was and I completely broke down. I told her everything that had been on my mind. She reminded me that there is a bigger plan for my life. She reminded me that I have a family that is always there to support me and love me. She reminded me of the good things in my life.
I could hear my nieces and nephew playing in the background. My youngest niece was yelling, “I need to talk on the phone! This is important!” Therefore, my sister quickly gave the phone to my niece. She began to tell me that all she wants for her birthday, which is not until February, is for her and I to get our ears pierced together. That was all I needed to hear.
All the stress and heaviness lifted from my shoulders. I realized there was no point in being so down and gloomy. Life is a beautiful thing and it is to be enjoyed.
Simplicity is missing in today’s culture. However, the simple things in life keep us all sane.
Competition drives our culture. Within this competition, people try to bring others down to climb to their idea of success. This tearing down of others is more harmful than most think.
When you see someone work so hard to make sure others fail, in order to bring them success, it can affect you in different ways.
You can allow that person to get the best of you. Let them take the joy from your life and make you feel like you are a failure.
On the other hand, you can allow it to make you stronger. If someone is putting that much effort into deterring your success, they feel some type of inferiority. I have learned that petty actions stem from fear. A fear that you are better than they are at something.
With human’s natural competitive nature, petty actions are usually a first resort to eliminate that inferiority.
When you feel someone pulling you down, remember the good things in your life. Even the simplest thing like that adorable dog you saw on your way to campus this morning. Focus on the positives in life.
Beautiful things surround our lives everyday. They are easy to miss though if all that fills your head are negative thoughts and the negatives actions of others toward you.
Just remember the good things, the simple things.
11.08.2011
Food For Thought
"...She's not perfect - you aren't either, and the two of you may never be perfect together. But if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most that you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a bart of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don't hurt her, don't change her, don't analyze and don't expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she's not there."
- Bob Marley
10.26.2011
'Cause old habits are so hard to break. It'd be a shame to stop now that I've started to make really good mistakes
Cancer. I hate that word.
It never affected me as much growing up. I saw the effects of it on others. I saw it take my friends family members away. I heard about it on the news. I never personally knew the bitterness of the word.
I lost my grandmother to lung cancer right before my sixteenth birthday.
It did not register right away. Even though I saw her in pain and watched her life slowly fade away, my emotions did not reciprocate the events. It was not until about a month later, while taking my last driving class, the emotions registered. I was a wreck.
I was driving on the road my family and I always took going to my grandmother’s house in Mentor. I looked up and saw the familiar exit sign.
I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. My mind was everywhere. I told my instructor I needed a bathroom break. Luckily, we were close to our destination, the local Sears department store.
Once I parked the car in the department stores parking lot, I bolted inside, not knowing where the bathroom was in the store.
I can only imagine what the store clerk though seeing this 16 year-old girl charging into the store, eyes filled with tears, and demanding to know where the bathroom is. They probably assumed I wrecked the training car or something.
I broke down. Reminding myself that I was in a public bathroom, I picked myself up before sliding down the wall to the floor. All strength was lost. I sat on that floor and cried out every tear that had been stored up for weeks.
There in that bathroom I tasted that bitterness for the first time. I hated it. I prayed to God that I would never have to hear that word again. I did not know if I could handle it.
As the years past, the bitterness lost its taste. I had lost ones that were close to me, but not from that word. Not from cancer.
It was not until the other night that the all familiar taste returned.
I was meeting a friend for dinner and drinks out in Lakewood. We had not seen each other for almost months and needed to catch up. She had her nursing clinical that kept her busy and I had quite a busy schedule myself.
She and I were neighbors growing up. She lived with her grandparents in the house across from my parents. We did just about everything together. We were sisters.
We decided to go to Melt and feast on delicious sandwiches and beer.
While waiting for our table, she asked me how I had been and what was new.
I told her about my new job, new apartment, caught her up on the drama in my life, relationships that have came and gone, and everything in-between.
I then asked her how she had been and what was new in her life.
That is when the bitter taste came back, ovarian cancer.
The doctors told her they caught it early. They said that she would survive past this. She believes them, as do I.
After she told me this I noticed the weight loss, the thinning hair, and the fatigued look in her face. But I also noticed her smile. I noticed she was still as lively as the last time I saw her. I noticed that she was not letting this get the best of her. I had to stay strong.
We continued the night laughing and eating way too much food.
Plans were made to hangout again, very soon, and we said our goodbyes.
I was staying strong. Her strength almost made me forget about the bitter taste in my mouth, almost.
Once I got in my car I lost all control. It took over my emotions.
Even though hope is still there, this is something bigger than myself. She is so young and has so much left to do in her life. She is my sister. This can not be the end for her. These can not be her final moments.
I know that she is strong and I know that she will fight through this. I know that these will not be her final moments. I have to know this. I can not allow that bitter word to win.
I wish I could erase the word from the dictionary. Pretend that it does not exist. Pretend that it can no longer affect the ones I love. I can not though. I can only walk around with that bitter taste in my mouth.
NOW PLAYING: A FINE FRENZY - ALMOST LOVER
It never affected me as much growing up. I saw the effects of it on others. I saw it take my friends family members away. I heard about it on the news. I never personally knew the bitterness of the word.
I lost my grandmother to lung cancer right before my sixteenth birthday.
It did not register right away. Even though I saw her in pain and watched her life slowly fade away, my emotions did not reciprocate the events. It was not until about a month later, while taking my last driving class, the emotions registered. I was a wreck.
I was driving on the road my family and I always took going to my grandmother’s house in Mentor. I looked up and saw the familiar exit sign.
I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. My mind was everywhere. I told my instructor I needed a bathroom break. Luckily, we were close to our destination, the local Sears department store.
Once I parked the car in the department stores parking lot, I bolted inside, not knowing where the bathroom was in the store.
I can only imagine what the store clerk though seeing this 16 year-old girl charging into the store, eyes filled with tears, and demanding to know where the bathroom is. They probably assumed I wrecked the training car or something.
I broke down. Reminding myself that I was in a public bathroom, I picked myself up before sliding down the wall to the floor. All strength was lost. I sat on that floor and cried out every tear that had been stored up for weeks.
There in that bathroom I tasted that bitterness for the first time. I hated it. I prayed to God that I would never have to hear that word again. I did not know if I could handle it.
As the years past, the bitterness lost its taste. I had lost ones that were close to me, but not from that word. Not from cancer.
It was not until the other night that the all familiar taste returned.
I was meeting a friend for dinner and drinks out in Lakewood. We had not seen each other for almost months and needed to catch up. She had her nursing clinical that kept her busy and I had quite a busy schedule myself.
She and I were neighbors growing up. She lived with her grandparents in the house across from my parents. We did just about everything together. We were sisters.
We decided to go to Melt and feast on delicious sandwiches and beer.
While waiting for our table, she asked me how I had been and what was new.
I told her about my new job, new apartment, caught her up on the drama in my life, relationships that have came and gone, and everything in-between.
I then asked her how she had been and what was new in her life.
That is when the bitter taste came back, ovarian cancer.
The doctors told her they caught it early. They said that she would survive past this. She believes them, as do I.
After she told me this I noticed the weight loss, the thinning hair, and the fatigued look in her face. But I also noticed her smile. I noticed she was still as lively as the last time I saw her. I noticed that she was not letting this get the best of her. I had to stay strong.
We continued the night laughing and eating way too much food.
Plans were made to hangout again, very soon, and we said our goodbyes.
I was staying strong. Her strength almost made me forget about the bitter taste in my mouth, almost.
Once I got in my car I lost all control. It took over my emotions.
Even though hope is still there, this is something bigger than myself. She is so young and has so much left to do in her life. She is my sister. This can not be the end for her. These can not be her final moments.
I know that she is strong and I know that she will fight through this. I know that these will not be her final moments. I have to know this. I can not allow that bitter word to win.
I wish I could erase the word from the dictionary. Pretend that it does not exist. Pretend that it can no longer affect the ones I love. I can not though. I can only walk around with that bitter taste in my mouth.
NOW PLAYING: A FINE FRENZY - ALMOST LOVER
10.25.2011
And the night belong to us...
Putting yourself out there is a scary thing. It takes confidence and faith. Confidence in yourself and faith that someone will be there to catch you if you fall, even if it's just yourself.
Rejection tends to be the outcome of these situations.
It takes a strong person to deal with rejection, an emotionally strong person. Just like physical strength, a person has to go through training to build this strength up.
Usually, it is not beneficial situations that cause this type of strength to grow.
Disappointment, grief, lies, and depression can cause this strength to grow.
Letting your guard down. Putting your trust fully in someone. Your trust being broken. Your feelings being dismissed. Your emotions taken advantaged of.
Being reminded that no matter what you do, it will never be good enough. You could always be better. Perfection being the only acceptable outcome.
These are the situations that build your emotional strength. Your strength can be as solid as a rock, as unbreakable as a diamond, and as durable as rubber. You could be the strongest person you know, but is it worth it?
Is it worth it to be so strong that you no longer feel nothing? Is it worth it to allow rejection to roll off you like rain on a window?
Such strength eventually deteriorates, as does physical strength. However this deterioration does not come with age. A person can take only so many hits until this strength breaks. The strong binds created become brittle and one day it all comes crashing down.
Realize that you care for someone. Realize that you just gave them your all. Realize that they took advantage of that. Realize, you aren't as strong as you think.
Rejection tends to be the outcome of these situations.
It takes a strong person to deal with rejection, an emotionally strong person. Just like physical strength, a person has to go through training to build this strength up.
Usually, it is not beneficial situations that cause this type of strength to grow.
Disappointment, grief, lies, and depression can cause this strength to grow.
Letting your guard down. Putting your trust fully in someone. Your trust being broken. Your feelings being dismissed. Your emotions taken advantaged of.
Being reminded that no matter what you do, it will never be good enough. You could always be better. Perfection being the only acceptable outcome.
These are the situations that build your emotional strength. Your strength can be as solid as a rock, as unbreakable as a diamond, and as durable as rubber. You could be the strongest person you know, but is it worth it?
Is it worth it to be so strong that you no longer feel nothing? Is it worth it to allow rejection to roll off you like rain on a window?
Such strength eventually deteriorates, as does physical strength. However this deterioration does not come with age. A person can take only so many hits until this strength breaks. The strong binds created become brittle and one day it all comes crashing down.
Realize that you care for someone. Realize that you just gave them your all. Realize that they took advantage of that. Realize, you aren't as strong as you think.
10.12.2011
And I Was Hoping You Were Creeping.... with me
Ambition is not a skill; it is a trait. However, it is a trait that all humans posses.
If you find yourself sitting on the couch wishing your life were better, you have not tapped into this skill yet.
As college students, we all have goals for our lives. Some want to be journalists, some want to go into Public Relations; others still have no idea what they want to do. One thing we all have in common is no one knows what their future has in store for them.
Our ambition is what gets us through the present into the future.
Personally, I am on a hunt for internships. I need that one door to open so I can put my foot in it. For me, it has not been that difficult in finding these opportunities. This week alone I have three interviews for three different internships. I credit my ambition.
Just as any other trait, ambition is structured by how one is raised.
My parents have always wanted the best for me.
When I was young, I had a cornucopia of interests. One week I would be playing tee-ball, the next week gymnastics, the week after karate, and the next week would be a mystery. No matter what my dreams developed into my parents were there to support me. From them my ambition developed.
Seeing others strive for the betterment of someone else encouraged me to better myself. This also led to my independent nature, I believe.
My ambition has only strengthened as I have grown older. I attribute all my interviews this week to my ambition. I attribute that I know I will go somewhere with my life to my ambition. I attribute my ambition to the two people who will never give up on me.
NOW PLAYING: WILDSTYLE METHOD - BASSNECTAR
If you find yourself sitting on the couch wishing your life were better, you have not tapped into this skill yet.
As college students, we all have goals for our lives. Some want to be journalists, some want to go into Public Relations; others still have no idea what they want to do. One thing we all have in common is no one knows what their future has in store for them.
Our ambition is what gets us through the present into the future.
Personally, I am on a hunt for internships. I need that one door to open so I can put my foot in it. For me, it has not been that difficult in finding these opportunities. This week alone I have three interviews for three different internships. I credit my ambition.
Just as any other trait, ambition is structured by how one is raised.
My parents have always wanted the best for me.
When I was young, I had a cornucopia of interests. One week I would be playing tee-ball, the next week gymnastics, the week after karate, and the next week would be a mystery. No matter what my dreams developed into my parents were there to support me. From them my ambition developed.
Seeing others strive for the betterment of someone else encouraged me to better myself. This also led to my independent nature, I believe.
My ambition has only strengthened as I have grown older. I attribute all my interviews this week to my ambition. I attribute that I know I will go somewhere with my life to my ambition. I attribute my ambition to the two people who will never give up on me.
NOW PLAYING: WILDSTYLE METHOD - BASSNECTAR
9.20.2011
Ignorance is Bliss
America is known as the world’s melting pot. Races and cultures from a variety of corners of the world have made this country their home.
This is evident in the hallways of Cleveland State University.
Coming from a small school district, I was only accustomed to different cliques rather than cultures. Moving to the city was a new world for me.
On campus, the variance of races is clear.
In one place, you can find someone you went to elementary school with, a new friend from Nigeria, and gain a sorority sister from Honduras.
Diversity is prevalent in today’s modern world. We have the nation’s first president from African-American decent for example.
However, it’s not just race that makes this country diverse. It is each persons own culture. There are cultures from different nations, different sub-groups, and ones that emerge overnight.
Tuesday, the “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” policies of the American military were demolished. As well, many states are legalizing same-sex marriages.
Back to the smaller scale of CSU, different student organizations represent different cultures.
From Greek Life, Latinos Unidos, to the Origami Club, this campus is a melting pot on its own.
However, with diversity seemingly being accepted into our nation, it is shocking still for me to see such ignorance and hate.
To keep things on the small CSU scale, the other day I was in the Student Center working on an assignment for my Anthropology class, ironically. At the table next to me were a new freshman, Chris, and his friend who was from Africa.
I heard them bonding over their African roots, Chris’ father being from Africa as the girl was.
Their stories were those you hear in missions letters but never expect in real life. The girl’s family was well off in their country. Her parents predominantly known and she attended the best school offered. They sent her to the states in hopes for a better education and a broader spectrum of possibilities, trying to not limit her future.
Chris has hopes of becoming a doctor, like his father. He wants to go back to Africa and help those who cannot afford a doctors visit.
This was not only inspiring but also interesting to hear.
Every parade has a rain cloud though.
A woman came over, sat on the other side of the two students, and made a snide remark toward them. Let me mention, this woman was also of African American decent.
At this point, I just put my headphones back in and tried to return to my studies.
I saw from the corner of my eye the woman’s arms flailing and began to hear her voice over Kanye West. I had no idea what was going on.
The last words I heard from the rain cloud in the Student Center was that the girl Chris had been talking to was a disgrace to the whole African culture with her hair, needed to go back to where she came from, had no right to be in America, and is brave for leaving the house in the outfit she was wearing.
Did that actually happen?
Sitting next to me was an educated, put together, beautiful, strong woman. Not what ever it was this woman had seen.
Nevertheless, she walked away after making her final statement only to turn right around 3-feet in front of me. The yelling continued. I was now involved.
Trying to study, and not being one to hide my emotions well, the woman noticed I was bothered by her early morning rants. She approached, rather charged at, me.
Her basic points were that since I was white I was trying to oppress her; I was an ignorant child with no education, and a racist for even looking at her. She questioned, “Who do you think you are?” repeatedly to me.
My response was simple. I told her I was a fellow CSU student trying to get my studies done. I told her I did not want to be disturbed and whatever problem she had with the students next to me did not need to involve the entire second floor.
I was then called ghetto and she walked away.
This woman may have been under the influence or she may have just been ignorant.
I was shocked by this whole situation.
As far as this nation has come, ignorance like this still exists. After the fact, I realized I should not be as shocked though.
Bi-racial, as well as homosexual, relationships are still looked at as taboo.
Women are still treated inferior toward men.
The problems we as a nation have attempted to fix for centuries, still linger in present day.
It makes on wonder if anything can be done to have change and make it last. There has to be some way to abolish ignorance.
As a learned trait, it should not be as difficult.
For now, we will just deal with the rain clouds floating around the country.
NOW PLAYING: 40 BARS - NICKI MINAJ
This is evident in the hallways of Cleveland State University.
Coming from a small school district, I was only accustomed to different cliques rather than cultures. Moving to the city was a new world for me.
On campus, the variance of races is clear.
In one place, you can find someone you went to elementary school with, a new friend from Nigeria, and gain a sorority sister from Honduras.
Diversity is prevalent in today’s modern world. We have the nation’s first president from African-American decent for example.
However, it’s not just race that makes this country diverse. It is each persons own culture. There are cultures from different nations, different sub-groups, and ones that emerge overnight.
Tuesday, the “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” policies of the American military were demolished. As well, many states are legalizing same-sex marriages.
Back to the smaller scale of CSU, different student organizations represent different cultures.
From Greek Life, Latinos Unidos, to the Origami Club, this campus is a melting pot on its own.
However, with diversity seemingly being accepted into our nation, it is shocking still for me to see such ignorance and hate.
To keep things on the small CSU scale, the other day I was in the Student Center working on an assignment for my Anthropology class, ironically. At the table next to me were a new freshman, Chris, and his friend who was from Africa.
I heard them bonding over their African roots, Chris’ father being from Africa as the girl was.
Their stories were those you hear in missions letters but never expect in real life. The girl’s family was well off in their country. Her parents predominantly known and she attended the best school offered. They sent her to the states in hopes for a better education and a broader spectrum of possibilities, trying to not limit her future.
Chris has hopes of becoming a doctor, like his father. He wants to go back to Africa and help those who cannot afford a doctors visit.
This was not only inspiring but also interesting to hear.
Every parade has a rain cloud though.
A woman came over, sat on the other side of the two students, and made a snide remark toward them. Let me mention, this woman was also of African American decent.
At this point, I just put my headphones back in and tried to return to my studies.
I saw from the corner of my eye the woman’s arms flailing and began to hear her voice over Kanye West. I had no idea what was going on.
The last words I heard from the rain cloud in the Student Center was that the girl Chris had been talking to was a disgrace to the whole African culture with her hair, needed to go back to where she came from, had no right to be in America, and is brave for leaving the house in the outfit she was wearing.
Did that actually happen?
Sitting next to me was an educated, put together, beautiful, strong woman. Not what ever it was this woman had seen.
Nevertheless, she walked away after making her final statement only to turn right around 3-feet in front of me. The yelling continued. I was now involved.
Trying to study, and not being one to hide my emotions well, the woman noticed I was bothered by her early morning rants. She approached, rather charged at, me.
Her basic points were that since I was white I was trying to oppress her; I was an ignorant child with no education, and a racist for even looking at her. She questioned, “Who do you think you are?” repeatedly to me.
My response was simple. I told her I was a fellow CSU student trying to get my studies done. I told her I did not want to be disturbed and whatever problem she had with the students next to me did not need to involve the entire second floor.
I was then called ghetto and she walked away.
This woman may have been under the influence or she may have just been ignorant.
I was shocked by this whole situation.
As far as this nation has come, ignorance like this still exists. After the fact, I realized I should not be as shocked though.
Bi-racial, as well as homosexual, relationships are still looked at as taboo.
Women are still treated inferior toward men.
The problems we as a nation have attempted to fix for centuries, still linger in present day.
It makes on wonder if anything can be done to have change and make it last. There has to be some way to abolish ignorance.
As a learned trait, it should not be as difficult.
For now, we will just deal with the rain clouds floating around the country.
NOW PLAYING: 40 BARS - NICKI MINAJ
It's Just Emotions Takin' Me Over...
Emotions inspire artwork.
Emotions inspire writings.
Emotions inspire everything.
Should we not be inspired everyday?
In my Specialized Writing class this morning we listened to everyone's different columns we turned in. I was suprised by some and not so much by others.
Nevertheless, it made me think.
Not of my writing skills nor that of others, but what all I could write about.
It doesn't always have to be perfect. It doesn't always have to be inspiring.
Make it relateable.
Make it consise.
Make it clear.
That's all. Keep it simple.
It's funny that I just realized this because that's how I keep everything, simple. Complexity is not a favorite of mine.
I need to keep that in mind. Maybe I should tattoo the word simple on my wrist. Just when I think things are overwhelming me, I'll look down, and remember to keep it simple.
If it's not going to cause me harm, it's not a matter of emergency.
If it's not going to interfere with my future, it's not of importance.
If it doesn't mess with my finances, it can wait.
Live for today with no worries for tomorrow.
NOW PLAYING: LIL WAYNE - MEGAMAN
Emotions inspire writings.
Emotions inspire everything.
Should we not be inspired everyday?
In my Specialized Writing class this morning we listened to everyone's different columns we turned in. I was suprised by some and not so much by others.
Nevertheless, it made me think.
Not of my writing skills nor that of others, but what all I could write about.
It doesn't always have to be perfect. It doesn't always have to be inspiring.
Make it relateable.
Make it consise.
Make it clear.
That's all. Keep it simple.
It's funny that I just realized this because that's how I keep everything, simple. Complexity is not a favorite of mine.
I need to keep that in mind. Maybe I should tattoo the word simple on my wrist. Just when I think things are overwhelming me, I'll look down, and remember to keep it simple.
If it's not going to cause me harm, it's not a matter of emergency.
If it's not going to interfere with my future, it's not of importance.
If it doesn't mess with my finances, it can wait.
Live for today with no worries for tomorrow.
NOW PLAYING: LIL WAYNE - MEGAMAN
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