Reflection (Final)

It's funny how we tend to obsessively look for answers, especially when they're right in front of us.  Well,i say "us", but I really mean "me", I think it just makes me feel better. 

ANYWAY, you know those people that change their major like 500 times a week... thats me. Well, that was me as a frosh. Now that Im a sophisticated sophomore I just say that I'm undeclared- it saves a lot of paperwork.

I remember the moment that I had the realization  that I should be a journalist. I was sitting at home over the summer, watching tv ad eating ice cream. I wasn't going to get excited yet, I've had realizations like this one before.

Joining Angelos was the smartest decision that I have made since entering college. I feel at home here. Some of the things that I have learned in here are completely new and foreign to me, but I cant get enough of it. All of it. This is it, this what I want. I want to be a journalist.

I appreciate more than I could ever say how supportive our journalism department is. Thank all of you, for everything. I look foreword to more next semester, and whatever things it brings me.

Absurd, Pathetic, and Competely Honest

I am in the middle of an existentialist crisis.

I hate existentialism.

Ten weeks ago, I didn't hate it. Ten weeks ago, It was interesting. It was new. It was something that I really wanted to learn about.

Now I can't escape it.

I am only taking one class in existentialism this semester, but its themes seem to be emerging everywhere. I find myself writing about these themes in classes seemingly unrelated to the topic.

As for my mini public service announcement:
If you choose to immerse yourself in something to learn about, make sure that you're okay with it sort of controling your life.

You might not want to pick the most depressing topic ever.




Anywat that's not the sad part. This is the sad part.

So I was sleeping last night. Like many other silly girls, I fell asleep talking to my boyfriend. Oddly, when my phone alarm went off, it wasn't so loud because I apparentally was still on the phone.

"...Hello"?, I tried

To my suprise he was competely awake. "Hey were you sleeping?" he asked.

I was tired and confused, but I managed a "Ya".

Then he says somemthing strange. "You were crying. A lot. For like the last hour. Are you okay?"

This was news to me. I thought I was just sleeping. But my eyes were wet so I had no reason to doubt him.

Really though. I 've heard of sleep walking, I've heard of sleep talking, but sleep crying???

I had no idea that I was so depressed.

So there's my existentialist crisis. It's not terrible, I didn't open a book with all the answers to life's greatist questions only to become dissapointed because some prievous persons tears have made all the ink run.

But apparentally I am sad. Shows how little I know.

Disney Channel Dilemma (Midterm)

http://jesusfreakrkg.blogspot.com/2007/01/when-disney-channel-is-no-longer-for.html

 http://blog.macleans.ca/2008/08/05/kids-love-boats/

http://www.tiffanyblitz.com/blog/archives/119

Yes, I am serious.

 

I love the Disney channel. I mean it; I really, really love the Disney channel. If I could watch The Suite Life of Zack and Cody and Hannah Montana every time I turned on the TV, I think I would.

 

That said, I’m nineteen. I am old enough to see R- rated movies, vote, and join the army- among other things. I feel like I am old enough to watch the Disney channel with a critical mind and not be adversely affected by it.

 

I do not feel the same way in regards to children watching it.

 

My little sister will be twelve in December and my brother is nine. In my opinion, they absolutely should not be watching the Disney channel. These shows are absolutely inappropriate for them. The content is absurd: rebelling against parents, failing classes, demands for perfect fashion, celebration of bad grades, and relentless girl chasing can all be found in a half hour of any one of the Disney channel shows. What message do I want to send to my younger siblings? The answer is definitely not the one that the Disney channel is sending.

 

Maybe I sound like an old concerned parent. I am not a parent, and I know nothing about raising kids. All in all, I just want do be the best sister that I can be. Regardless, I know that there are a lot of parents out there that agree with me. The three attached blogs are from parents that have similar concerns to mine.  Of course, in my opinion, their concerns are completely valid. The difference is that I don’t know what to do about it. I want to be a fun sister that allows my siblings to do what they want to (within reason), I don’t want to be a lame sister that always says no.

 

I need help.

 

 

At the end of the day, I am in a dilemma. I don’t really have the heart to tell either of my siblings that they can’t watch these shows. I know what it is like to be the unpopular kid in school; I know that it is a social necessity to know what’s happening on television. Its silly, but so are kids.

 

Maybe it makes me a hypocrite. I don’t feel that Disney has a very good influence on children anymore, but nevertheless I took my little sister to see High School Musical 3: Senior Year on the first day. I mean I had to. She had to. Is that wrong? Her friends were there, it’s popular! It’s just a little hard for me because I don’t feel that the message is appropriate for her.

 

My parents do let them watch the Disney channel, but they don’t always pay the kind of attention to it that I feel that they should. Here’s just one example. One day I was sitting at home watching MTV. My family came home and I changed the channel to Disney because everyone knows that MTV is inappropriate for children. The funny thing is that my dad quickly asked me to change the channel because “Zack and Cody” had just done something that he found inappropriate. I explained to him that I was watching the Disney channel- he couldn’t believe it.

 

I want to be a good sister, but sometimes that’s harder than it sounds.

Poison is not-so eatable.

Being the greatest person that has ever lived, I think that I have a lot of good qualities. You might not be aware of this, but I do have some fundamental conceptual flaws. The biggest of these is that, and this is a very serious issue, I can't cook. 

I don't mean this statement in any sort of cute or silly way. I CAN'T COOK. Most days I cannot even make cereal right. It's either way too milky, or way too soggy, or something of the sort. This makes mornings difficult.

There is a very serious problem that occurs almost every time that I try to cook. Sometimes things that I cook can not be eaten. It's not that it's bad tasting or even boring food, it's that it is probably poisonous. This may sound like an exaggeration, but I honestly I am not entirely sure how I am alive right now. Here's what happened to me this week:

Living on campus is super awesome for about a million reasons. For someone who cannot cook, such as I, the the ability to eat at the most amazing college cafeteria in the universe is one of them. So, from seven to seven monday through friday my problems are solved.

Unfortunately there is a drawback here. Sometimes, being the professional and awesome college student that I am, I find myself doing an essay in the middle of the night on the morning that that same essay is due. Then, I have a realization.

I have not had dinner an I am hungry.

This last week I found myself in such a circumstance. I raid my apartment refrigerator for something that is eatable, and find it- cheese.

Cheese is awesome. I can cook cheese. Chips with cheese on them, bread with cheese on it, cheese by itself in the microwave. Obviously with this reasoning I will never go hungry again. 

Anyway, I decide to make a tortilla with cheese on it, sophisticated people may call this a quesadilla- whatever. My plan would be perfect if i was not missing something essential- butter. I have no butter, no pam, nothing. I decide to steal some oil from my roommate. 

One of my roommates is Hawaiian. When I saw this particular oil I assumed that Hawaiian people used this super special oil for their super awesome Hawaiian food.  Anyway, it was lemon oil. 

Not wanting my roommate to notice that i "borrowed" from her I tried to use as little oil as was necessary for my super awesome meal. I made my quesadilla and it looked awesome.

It did not taste awesome, however. In fact, this was without a doubt the worst quesadilla that I had ever tasted in my life. I threw the rest away and went to bed feeling defeated.

A few days passed and I had completely forgotten about the worlds worst quesadilla when i saw one of my other roommates cleaning our wood cabinets- with lemon oil.

I ATE PINE- SOL.

I am not dead, and I do not think I am retarded. But until I can fix this cooking issue I am changing my eating patterns to strictly fit the cafeteria schedule. Either that or I am ordering a lot of take-out.