Learning Lessons from Asphalt

Greetings! It's been a coon's age since I last stopped in and made an appearence. Whoops. That's what happened when you start havig your "donkey" kicked by some very time consuming classes. (And the fun stuff, of course).

(And in the picture to the right, I spy a family. :) )

I just got back from my Public Speaking class, probably my favorite of all of my 5 this semester. Apparently I use "umm" a lot, but once I thought about it, "umm" is a fun word to use, like "gabba goo" or something that would fall under the baby catagory. It's amazing how in college you can feel like you're growing up into some young adult and then minutes later receed back to childhood in an instant.

Oh, by the way, oatmeal is great. Sure, when I first started eating it the stuff looked repulsive and distasteful, but with time, I have grown to like the stuff and now eat it for a heart-healthy little "brunch" before my 12:30 class.

Now, getting to the title of this blog, I did notice something that stuck me on my way to class this week. As I was casually walking along, I heard the sudden crash of metal and body on the asphalt over yonder in the street. It was another college student who was on one of those "trick bikes". I'm not a huge fan for the "trick bike" because it looks belittling and frankly, if you want to pick up chicks, get something with an engine on it. But hey, it looks challenging, which leads me to the main point. The kiddo was trying to do a trick off of a curb and pretty much lamb-basted himself on the ground. But he got up off the dirty roadway, pick himself up along with the bike, and proceeded to set up for it again, tried the trick again, and did a little better.

How many of us do that? There is a quote in the new Batman movie that askes "Mr. Bruce, why do we fall? So we can pick ourselves up". Really, that kiddo may stike out a million times but when he does succeed it will feel like he got it the first time. And pessimistic people say this generation has no "motivation". It's all where you look, people, it's all where you look. Sure you'll find your slackers, your bums, your cruel, but at the same time you can't go without finding those who have heart, dedication, motivation, and smiles on their faces when they get out of bed. (Well, unless it's too early in the morning and they were out bowling last night and didn't get to bed till 1:00AM :0)

On another happy note, I have a job again! My hours at the OSD (Office of Students with Disabilites) were taken by someone else when I failed to remember to turn in a re-hire form. But with God's grace I got another time slot, which is better than the one before, adds one more hours, and is perfect. Hmm...God is good.

Well, I guess I should try working on something productive. Shocking, I know. I think my plan is to do a week's worth of homework on Saturday, thus designating Saturday as "Super Student Saturday". Friday, on the other hand, is "Do a Happy Dance-the week is over Friday". Fantacular.

Keep cool peeps. I'll catch ya later.