Cruisin' to nowhere

Well, here's my first entry and I don't think it's gonna live to "first entry" blogging standars. I just want to let everyone in the world (or at least those reading this) that this is my first entry and I'm at work.

It's raining today which I don't mind as long as the wind doesn't star picking up.
I was greatly comforted today in my essay writing class afer talking to a friend/classmate who also attends. I was worried that my writing wasn't going to be good enough and live up to the same level of writing all those english and communication majors are at. This is my second writing class but with a different professor this time. I am most proud of my grade in that first class since in some ways Article Writing is somewhat subjective and also in way art. It's my own and the professor thought highly of it. So although I am proud of it, I know that I could not have done it without the mind that the Lord gave me. Not that I want to minimize the mind that he has given me, but I don't think writing is the best gift He has provided me with, so I am very thankful that it was good enough for an A for which I know I was blessed with since I put in the hard work to earn it.

I hate papers/essays, anything that does not exist that I have to produce from my own mind. This weekend I need to at least begin researching one. It's about the CRI, is what I think it's called (the Creation Research Institution?) I don't know. If I find out, which I guess I better, I might inform my blog followers (if I have any).

Well, since I have 15 minutes until my departure time, I guess I'll continue writing.

I could write on anything I want but at the present moment I can't think of anything worthy of writing except for my thoughts like I am right now. My writing professor told us the other day that this one guy, I forget his name but he was the first person to ever write an essay, or at least make it popular. So you could say that he's the father of the essay. (Anyway, that was a broken sentence, but I'll continue anyway because I dont want to go back and fix it, hopefully you're reading carefully enough that you can still understand what I'm getting at.) But this "father" sat in this one room for two years straight just to think of what he was going to write about. I dont know if he locked the door and threw the key away, or if he just stayed in there two hours a day or what. But he was in there, or at least DID IT for two years. That's a long time to think, but maybe they had more time on their hands back then, which I seriously doubt.

And as I wrote that last sentence, an idea on what to write a little about came to mind. I'll lead into it by telling you what made me think of this. I'm reading this book called What Color is Your Parachute?, and it's essentially helping me find a job for when I graduate this May. Anyway, in the preface he tells us that although English teachers across America probably hate him for it, he writes like he talks. So when I CAPITALIZED "DID IT" in last sentence of the previous paragraph, I did so because I wanted to emphasize it. I suppose I could have italicized it, but caps works just as well. I'm sure some English person right now is thinking that there are different purposes, but since I don't know, I'll play ignorant and say there isn't. So anyway!, yeah, why are there two different rules for speaking and talking? I mean, why can't we write like we talk? Especially commas. I remember being taught in Elementary that you place a comma where you would normally take a breath when you talk. I don't know if my teacher simply forgot that rule or what, but I was told in college that you do not do that. I don't see why whoever made up the grammar rules had to go and make things difficult. Now I'm aware that not one person made up all the rules, but I'm sure they were accepted by the writing literate people at the time when they were being established. So things could change, but there will always be grammar purists and say that it can't and shouldn't be done. So I should probably stop dreaming and just learn the dumb rule, which I'm still not really aware of. Well, that's pretty much all that is coming to mind about that. So, we'll proceed to the next topic, which IS...

Du, Da DA! Europe!
I was in my Christian Worldview class yesterday when we were talking about a few different things that make up our worldview. I can't remember them all, but I know one of them was metaphysics, and the other two I'm not sure of because...oh wait, I think the other one was epistomology? The last I probably couldn't remember even if I sat here all day long visualizing the white board. So, yeah...oh yea! I almost forgot what my point was. So we were also talking about subfactors that also play into our world view or "meta-narrative", and one of them was of course, our culture. As naive as a high schooler could be, that was me before college. I had never really thought of too much until I was challenged with it until college professors, which is sad, but true, and probably for many students, so I'm not too ashamed. But of course as the blogging reader you are, know that not everyone in the world thinks the same way. Not any two individuals, not to people from different states, and especially not people from two continents. Now I know generally people think the same way sometimes, as we in America do, but in a place like Europe or Asia, the people think of things from a totally different view. So the professor said that if it were up to him that he would have each student at our college live abroad for at least one semester. Not just any place, but a place where people had a different thought process, such as the places I mentioned before. I have always wanted to visit Europe and so I thought, why not live there?! The two things holding me back are of course, finances and language. I think it would be totally inconsiderate of me to go into another persons country and not know the language. The financial part doesn't bug me as much because I don't mind getting a job, but not knowing their language just seems rude. I feel like I'd be using them. I don't want to have to be catered to either. I want to be responsible. But at the same time I'm not going to learn a whole new language just so I can live there for a mesely 6 months. So what does that mean? Well, maybe just that I'm not gonna do. But!, what I could do is go with someone who knows the language. Or I could stay with a family. I dont know if there is any sort of program that does that, but I guess I could at least try and find out. It's worth the try. Who knows who I'd get stuck with. Probably some weirdo who sits in his little apartment all day writing on his blog nobody reads. Yikes, scary huh? Well, when I know what my future holds, I'll let y'all know if it happens or not.

5 minutes 'till I leave. I guess I'll get off this thing now.
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