Last Tuesday marked the beginning of a new era for me. I started my first week of college, which included writing a paper on the first day, running into a glass door, and eating a terrible slice of pizza. Sounds like high school, right? I know that you guys went to Prattville High School, known for it’s size and football team, and probably weren’t thrown off by the number of students and buildings that make up college. Some of you might not know, however, that I went to Marbury High School, known for having a mere six hundred students 7-12 grade and it’s John Deere themed dances ( ” If U Think His Tractor’s Sexi, Ask Him 2 Da Dance!!! ” was the slogan. ) Going from that kind of enviroment to AUM’s enviroment was a big change.
My favorite teacher so far would have to be my math teacher, Dr. Nobles. He is a genius. I know this because when he talks about matrices, he looks into the air as though he can see one above him. He then draws the shape of it - which is square - with his hands in case we, God forbid, cannot see it. He moves his coffee cup around on his desk at least thirty times a class period. He wears navy blue pants, regardless of the fact that he will be using a chalkboard equipped with white chalk. The outcome of this is controversial white powder all over the frontal region of his ironed pants. I love him.
I have gotten lost several times; Once I even found myself sitting in a classroom for close to twenty minutes before realizing I should be one more floor up. To which I said ” Shit “. I don’t know anyone besides my sister, who is no help. Her schedule and my schedule make it to where we never even come close to seeing each other. I have one friend, Nathan, but that crafty fellow is always slipping away to Starbucks for an expresso fix.
The truth is, I’m not quite cut out for the college life yet. I trip too much for that casual cool look everyone seems to have going. I don’t own any sweat pants and I haven’t conquered the art of styled-to-look-sloppy hair. I still watch movies with my mom on Saturday nights ( Tonight we are watching I’ll Always Know What You Did Last Summer. You love it. ) And I can’t hold my liqour. This tells you a lot about who I am, and since some/most/all of you do not know who that is I thought this summary of my college experiences thus far would be a good way for you to find out.
Ps. I’m horrible at grammar, also.
August 27th, 2006 at 12:34 AM
Welcome to AUM! It’s not spectacular, but it’s got a good vibe. Perhaps I’ll catch you around campus someday. If you are lonely and need a place to sit, you are more than welcome to join us at our table. And when I say “us,” I mean, me, Robin, Candace, and a bunch of other folks. Yeah, you’ll notice that most math professors here enjoy covering themselves in chalk. My Cal I professor got chalk on her face all the time. It’s hilarious.
August 27th, 2006 at 2:35 AM
you think you have it hard??? i have 4 classes, 3 of which take place in the same exact classroom. the other one is directly behing my automotive building, making for a long 20ft walk. you are so lucky to have classes that are easy to find!!!
August 27th, 2006 at 5:56 AM
I’m giving this the Stephen O.K. A short, but pleasurable entry.
August 27th, 2006 at 8:25 AM
lol
well look there goes jerry talking about how hard he has it man what a challenge he has alll the time. any way words ambers i didnt know you got on here score for you !
August 27th, 2006 at 12:04 PM
Hey Amber. You’ve got me all brain-tied with a wonderful entry, so I guess all I can think to say is that it’s actuallynot cool if you sit with me at lunch at AUM. The sexual tension would rip a hole in the space-time continuum.
August 27th, 2006 at 1:28 PM
…silence speaks on waterblogged…
this is why the internet is so precious
August 27th, 2006 at 1:41 PM
Well, seeing as how Robin refuses to sit at the same table with me now, you are always welcome to sit with me and my group.
August 27th, 2006 at 1:53 PM
At least you have company to sit with at lunch.
August 28th, 2006 at 11:39 AM
Three nights ago a man walked past an small dark alley way thickened by a mysterious and very out of place fog. Glimpsing in the corner of his eye his feet sped as he passed the alley, only to come upon another of these ever so creepy alley ways one block down. He decided to man up and face his fear. He stood tall facing into the alley way testing himself in hopes to overcome his pathetic fear. Minutes went by and the man stood tall. Nearing half an hour the man’s mind began to overcome his fear and create what he could now call a strength. The next night , two nights ago, this same man was walking once again and had come upon another alley he decided he’d test his new strength and prove to himself that he was truly a man. He walked into the alley way, stood in the center for a few moments and began to walk out. About the time he reached the light at the edge of the alley, a hand so gruesome, nails an inch long, veins so rich an full, skin tough and course, entered his back only to breakthrough the other side. Blood dispersed on the clean fresh sidewalk, the hand through his belly yanked him into the alley. Something tore at his neck, ripping out his asophogus from tongue to belly, feeding on a what was now a dismembered empty soulless excuse for the man’s body. Come morn’, police arrived and found what seemed to be remains of a human carcus, only some small skin tissue and tiny shards of bone fragment lay in a neat pile, as if pushed aside from dinner setting. Moral to the story: I’m Vlad, I’ll Fucking Eat You.
August 28th, 2006 at 11:08 PM
Vlad, that sounds like something out of Jeepers Creepers. keep it up!
August 29th, 2006 at 10:56 PM
I think I saw you at school today. I was on the phone with Andrew at the time. You were kinda far away, and I was in front of the library, so I couldn’t get your attention to say hello.
August 30th, 2006 at 6:58 AM
I thought all of you went on Mondays/Wednesdays. I was wearing a gray shirt. I sort of walk around aimlessly from 8 - 11. My sister has class and has to get there at eight, but my first class isn’t until eleven.
Good times.
August 30th, 2006 at 11:27 AM
well some reason a relatively long comment i posted in referance to sam’s “fortune cookie” post wasn’t accepted. I put a great deal of time into writing it aswell…..it wasn’t overly long, about the same as the one posted above.
August 30th, 2006 at 3:44 PM
I have reinstated your comment. My apologies.
August 30th, 2006 at 4:24 PM
I’m there everyday. Yeah, I’m pretty sure that I saw you then. You were walking towards the parkinglot. I told Drew, who I was on the phone with at the time, and he suggested that I call out your name. I would have, but I was in front of the library, and there was a guy behind me studying. Next time!
August 30th, 2006 at 6:19 PM
Geez, I repeat stuff too much.
August 30th, 2006 at 11:15 PM
I think xack is precious.
August 31st, 2006 at 11:49 AM
all good sir stephen of bamingtonbama
November 7th, 2007 at 5:25 AM
I dont guess she’ll be back.