I am so glad it is fall break. I can't believe that we have been in school this long already. I can't believe I will be in school for this much longer. It is very interesting to me to look at the amount of time that we spend on school, grades, and things such as this throughout our lives. It is crazy to think about that you spend more of your time through high school at your high school compared to time spent in your on home. Your own home, where you are supposed to live. Maybe we should reconsider this, we should call or place of study our home. Now in college they are one in the same. The differences in the college and high school don't stop there though there are so many differences. But the one thing I do love about college is today, my last day of class for the next five days. I have so much I am going to do over fall break, well really I have so much that I am not going to do over fall break. And it is absolutely perfect, I wouldn't have it any other way. I think I will start off my day tomorrow by sleeping in until nine or ten I haven't decided yet. Somewhere in between these two times is the perfect amount of sleep. You don't sleep to long so your not drowsy the rest of the day, but you sleep just enough to feel energized all day. This crucial decision could lead to some very astonishing successes through the day or result in a wearthless day of laziness. After I have woke at the perfect time I will hopefully spend some much needed time with the ever dreaded chemistry, math, and health books. This should take up a good portion of the morning. Which will lead me to feeling that this day was actually worth something, I haven't completely wasted today. After this ever enjoyable time is spent on these items I will have another day changing event, lunch. Unfortunately I will have no control over this event it will be out of my hands and fate will rely only on the lunch crew. If there is good food it could increase the worth of the day even higher. Or if the food is bad it could lead to a day full of the nagging ache of hunger. Only the gods know how this delima will turn out. Hopefully I will leave the cafeteria with a sense of enjoyment and pleasure. If this is the case my mind will divert directly to an over due research paper outline. I am afraid that this could be a bit of a low point in the day. It is truly something I am not looking forward to. I still need more information on my topic so this really could put a damper in the enjoyment of my fall break. After this it is on to practice which is a very enjoyable time of the day. I get to release all that energy that has been condensed inside of me from that perfect night of sleep and release it in a very enjoyable way. After that the plan is not so specific, who knows what the night will in store? After such a structured day it is the night that is fun, suprising, and crazy, it to like basketball is a release from all of the activities of the day. I think that for college students or any student at that to be succesfull you must have a release, you must be able to escape and give your mind a break.
"What should we do tonight?" Asks moron number one. "I know what we should do says moron number two, lets go vandalize some stuff. Wow what a great way to start out your night. I really don't understand what the thinking behind this way of entertainment is. I don't get it at all. Now don't get me wrong I have no problem and I even enjoy my fair amount of mischievous activities, but I really don't understand the logic behind smashing pumpkins and stealing stuff out of peoples cars that you don't even know. I think that if you are gonna steal something you should at least steal something worth while. In the article I read the story went on to tell about three boys that spent their last Saturday night smashing pumpkins and stealing stuff out of peoples cars that ended up amounting to an amazing total of 80 dollars. What does this say about our town on Lincoln? Does it say that, that is all there is to do around here or does it mean that there are just some kids that are mislead. I think that no matter where you live you are always going to here people talk about that there is nothing to do in the town that they live. I believe that is the most ridiculous excuse for doing something like this that I have ever heard. You begin out your night just hanging out with some friends and in these guys case the next thing you know is you are being chased by cops and getting arrested. I really just don't understand the thought process of some people.
Sleep, oh sleep. People always say, “You can sleep when you’re dead.” I always used to think that what they meant by that was that life and time is too valuable to spend your time sleeping through it. I think this is true; maybe you shouldn’t spend your whole life sleeping. But you want to know what I think this quote of the ages really means, it means sleep when you’re dead not because if you sleep now you’re wasting your life, but sleep when you’re dead because you can’t sleep now. There is no time. Sleep is something that goes through a complete cycle over your lifetime. As a little child you are forced to go to bed by eight o’clock for your early bed time. Now I would do anything to be able to go to bed by ten o’clock and probably would claim a national holiday if I get be asleep by eight. When you’re little some of the best sleepovers, which is really an oxymoron in itself, are when you can go nearly the entire night without sleeping. You are the coolest kid on the block when you and a couple of your buddies pull of an all nighter. Now you are forced to stay up into the wee hours of the night. Longing so dearly to be able to rest your head on your feather soft pillow and feel the warm comfort of your blankets wrapped around you. When you are able to get that minute amount of sleep mashed in-between all the hustle and bustle it seems to be over before you even get your eyes closed. It is violently interrupted with that dreaded sound of beep, beep, beep. This usually is followed by another beep, beep, beep, only this time they are from you, not the alarm clock. After you finally drag your self out of bed automatically your first thought is when will I be able to crawl into bed again? So what do you do about this dilemma? The question of when to find time to sleep is one that will never be answered.
We get out of the car and immediately you can see it, it appears to be a separate town of it’s own, far, far off into the distance. There is an old fence built up around the city, built of course out of fallen trees and timber that have been cut down by the brute force of a man. We are getting closer and closer, the SUV’s, sports sedans, and Harley Davidson’s, are beginning to be replaced with a mule pulling a carriage, two men pushing a wheel cart, and a knight on a horse. In almost all directions it appears to be a technologically advanced society with cars and freeways, but straight ahead is something completely different. It is like a time capsule, it sticks out like a sore thumb, but is neatly tucked back into the trees. We are almost there now, losing the sense of time. Not in the sense I don’t know how long I have been here, but I am truly losing a sense of what year it is and what is truly present day? We approach even closer only steps away now. Our brains are rushed with millions of different sensations. Sounds of music draw us in, but nothing that will ever be played on a radio or that had ever put onto a record. It is music of bagpipes, violins, drums and symbols, very foreign sounds and beats. We are finally there, we are at the cities gates, and as soon as we enter the gates we go back, no certainly not back to where we came, but back hundreds of years.
The talk is that of a different time. Tis not a different language certainly no, but tis a bit different. Your head is spinning trying to keep up; there is just so much to process. There are people learning a new dance, “Left, back, rotate, clap, clap, clap, and turn.” I see young children dressed up as fairies, with wings, glitter, and flowers abound. There are peasants dressed in leathered sandals, shirts that appear to be made out of a burlock sack; all the while they have wooden mugs strapped around their waste. I see the Queen dressed in a dress large enough you could hide in, with sequences, ribbon shimmer and shine, catching every spectator’s eye. As we make our way through the town we are going further and further back, deeper and deeper into this mystic world. With each step escaping reality even more.
Our journey tis not one without purpose, but one with a desired goal and celebration in mind. Thy journey is weaving and circling making rounds all over, but with the intent of a certain location and a certain time, time of course being an hour mark not one that would be studied in history books. At the hour of three we make our way to a feast. The line is weaving all around like a snake slithering through all the commotion. It is full of eager people of all different ages. There is a little boy dressed in jean overalls and a husker t-shirt that inquires, “Mommy what are we doing here? What are we going to have to eat? I’m hungry.” This young lad has no idea what a glorious encounter he is about to have. Again suspense mounts as we wait for the gates to be opened. Curiosity is overtaking my body, once again losing a sense of where you are, what time it is, and why it tis that you are waiting in such a line.
As soon as this last thought of logic races through your mind you are violently shook back into this world by one of the earth’s largest creatures. There is an elephant trudging around the town, tusk and ears bigger than ever, ready to stomp any unsuspecting pedestrian. His master leads him only by a simple rod poking him which way to go and when to stop. The situation tis truly ironic such a massive animal taking commands willingly from such a hobbet of a man.
Tis I that regains our focus onto our desired goal of entering the feast. And again we wait, filled with wonder and curiosity. Then with a rush of excitement and glory the gates are hurled open. Pascal, our dinner host, greets us, “Hello my great people of the Queen!” We begin to take our seats with a scurry. There is a mad rush to get some of the prime seats near the front for best viewing of the festivities. We are unfortunate to get a seat on the side of the tent, but all is well and fare for the true festivities are about to begin.
Tis now that you are truly ready for the feast. Upon the second you enter the festivity you know that it tis going to be a glorious day. The emotion and excitement is rustling and bustling all around you. Everyone can feel the anticipation of what the day holds for him or her. There is a certain amount of expectation, but all expectations are about to be surpassed. No lad could ever come to imagine what is on the menu for entertainment and for the belly. Where does one start when there is such an overwhelming feeling of joy? Tis with the heart indeed. The heart is a joyous and fragile element that must be held strong, but not strangled. It must be caressed and stroked, but never squeezed. The first bit of entertainment was that in the art of wooing. We were enchanted with all different types, origins, and styles. All of which becoming very successful in their own ways. The first display of wooing was by a man with sufficient grace, elegance, class, and charm. He used his valuable assets to look deep into the women’s eyes and make her melt. I have never seen such a powerful attraction between two unspoken strangers. She was absolutely devouring every moment. She was lost, lost in a world without heartache or pain. Lost in a world where falling in love was an everyday occurrence, time after time falling deeper and deeper in to love. Wishing never to return from her fantasy world.
It has been said the key to a man’s heart is through his belly. Well the cook must have been Romeo’s Juliet because she was enchanting men and women, elder and child, all without even showing her face. Her wooing began with a plate full of fruits. Bighting into the grapes you could feel your mouth being rushed with juices as if a floodgate had opened. The crackers were of perfect texture first a firm crunch then ever so slightly dissolving in your mouth. Some of the finest cheeses and vegetables invigorated every taste bud. All of which were like taking your wedding vows to this unknown women. She had everyone longing and begging for more.
Just as you let your appetite take a rest you are teased with an aroma that makes your mouth drip with saliva. At the moment it is undefiable, but you know that you are about to be pleased. Then it is delivered to you an enormous portion of mash potatoes, big enough you could eat with a shovel. Sitting next to the potatoes is a heaping piece of beef that has been slowly simmered all day. Each bite of this thick, juicy, moist slab of meat is a divine sensation. You are stuffed to the brim and can’t take another bite. The eating must stop or you will surely explode. The feast is over and we are beginning to head back to the way we came. We have been blessed with a celebration fit for a king. This fantasy world is something that we must encounter again. If possible we must do it daily, every chance we get. We came into a new world full of imagination and it rewarded us handsomely. Imaginations must be kept alive to enjoy life, it gives us a break from reality and is an amazing journey every time.
President Lincoln was an amazing man with abnormally amazing senses on what decisions to make, but after watching this video I have a completely different feeling on exactly how amazing his sense really were. You notice that President Lincoln reaches for his coat and puts it on, he is fidgety and you sense that he knows something is wrong that something is not right. Then it happens and he is shot, and instantly it made me wonder how did he know? Does this man have some sort of given gift or curse? What would it be like to have this feeling? To know that only seconds from now your life was going to be over. All that you had hoped and dreamed for in the rest of your life will never come true. And to have it come so unexpectedly, while in good health and making marvelous changes in the world. Then my thoughts went to the people with him that night. I would not even know how to react to someone getting shot only feet away from me. The emotions that would be running through you as you are trying to decide if you try to help this man or to try and catch the killer. No matter what way you look at it you are in a state of panic and do not have a clue on how to act. The thing that this video made me think of most is what type of person am I, am I the person that stays calm and saves a life or am I the person that panics and runs around like a chicken with their head cut off. I would like to think that I am the hero type, but one will never have any way of knowing until put in that situation.
