Baby There's a Shark In The Water

When I travel, I like to be prepared. I check the weather, choose my clothes... And if I'm going to be swimming I check the likely hood of a sea creature encounter. Up in this part of the country, you don't get many shark sightings. However due to the oil spill things are WAY out of wack. There have been numerous reports of seeing different types of sharks. In fact a great white was sighted today off the shores of Boston.

That's terrifying. But not where I am going.

I am going to North Carolina. In the past 75 years, there have only 35 attacks. BUT one of those attacks was 3 days ago. The attack was about 4 hours from where I'm going, but still.

The fact is that the sharks are around. And I am NOT okay with that.

In one interview, a shark expert said that you're more likely to get in a car wreck on the way to the beach then get attacked by a shark.

This is not comforting to someone who has been in 7 car accidents. That includes one on a motorcycle, getting hit by a snow plow and being trapped in the car, losing control on the highway, ect. I've been in enough potentially fatal situations that weren't caused by me to know that anything is possible.

I'm not going to let this keep me out of the water... But I'll be cautious for sure. You can't let the potential of a tragedy keep you from living life... Right... ?

Sharks are really scary though!

I will not get attacked by a shark...I will not get attacked by a shark...I will not get attacked by a shark...I will not get attacked by a shark...I will not get attacked by a shark...I will not get attacked by a shark...I will not get attacked by a shark...

Fair is fair

The beginning of July is two days away... And that means every sorority at FSC needs to put their profile on lockdown till the end of recruitment.

See, Panhellenic (the sorority government) had to make certain rules so all the girls would play fair. They're annoying, but necessary. Things should be equal, because do you really want to trick a girl into joining your organization if she was meant to be somewhere else? I know I don't.

So NO talking to the Potential New Members outside of events.

NO advertising for solely your own organization... And when I say this that means equal representation in any written articles, no bad mouthing other organizations, and no taking PNMs off campus.

All of that goes without saying, right?

We are all different. We have different philanthropies, different colors, and different girls. There is one thing that should be the same: How we treat each other.

Are we equal? Will everyone be fair? I hope so.

The Benefit of a Website

With lack of job I have become creative. At first, I made a photobucket account with all my best work-- but I didn't get any interest. My lovely boyfriend made me a website with my photography and the next day I began receiving e-mails. Now, some of them are odd and I'm a bit nervous. But luckily if I ask for references for safety measures-- they reply gladly. This is great because I'm building my portfolio and getting summer cash. I hope it keeps on coming!

One offer I'm most excited about entails going to NJ to cover a Beauty Pageant. I find out if I get the gig tomorrow. Cross your fingers because this is a big IF! How cool would that be?

This actually fits into my life dreams: To own my own studio!

Actually my life dream is to win the lottery then become famous off my photography...

But really the studio is my biggest hope. So thank you Environment NH for screwing me over and making me become creative in a job sense. You really pushed me out there. Like I said I believe everything happens for a reason.

Till next time, be safe when it comes to the internet as I am attempting,

Sampa

Inanimate

It's Father's day. I have to admit I'm not a fan. Three years ago my father died of a heart attack the day after Father's Day.

It was my friend's birthday and though I was more then happy to celebrate with him, I was nervous. I'm so sensitive around this time. But I buckled down and put a smile on. And let me say that I had an amazing time. Till about three in the morning.

A man I met last night turned to me out of nowhere and started telling me things he couldn't have known. This man claimed to be psychic. He used words so specific that would grind on me. That made me think. He turned to me and said, 'Your father... Is he inanimate?'

Inanimate

Such a strong word. See, long story short... My dad wasn't really around much. Even when he lived with me. He became an abusive alcoholic. And even though I know he loved me, he couldn't show it. He was inanimate.


By the time he realized he wanted to be a part of my life the last few months, I was so hurt... and he was half way across the country. But I do have to say that the last day he lived, he did try... Very hard.

Now he's ultimately gone. And I've cried to movies like The Simpsons and Shrek 4... Just because the fathers had a second chance. And I would do anything to have that chance for him... That he wanted.

And now I say to you on this Father's Day: Life is short. It's important to show the ones you love how you feel. Call your loved ones, call them now and tell them you love them. You do not have forever to do so.

Do not be inanimate in life.

Would you jump off a cliff if your friend did it?

Oh the old saying our parents used to say to us. But in MY hometown... Jumping off certain cliffs is a normalcy. So, yes, I would. If you could prove to me that I wasn't going to die. I'd rather jump off a cliff then go on a rope swing. I REFUSE! But that's a story for another day.

There's this relatively secret place where my friends and I spend a lot of our summer. It's my little piece of heaven on earth. My dad used to take me there when I was little, and after he passed away my friends took me there to cheer me up.

The cliff overlooks this mini whirlpool that was naturally created by large rocks. This whirlpool leads to a wide and deep river with a weak current. Further down there's this mini cave that leads to a private beach where you can daydream. It seems the sun always shines on this little place. My place. Where I can draw and write... And take pictures. And sometimes when a gather the courage--I think of one wish, close my eyes, take a breath, and run off that cliff.

And for that moment I am totally free.

Left, Left, Left, Right, Leaving

My little brother is leaving for the army tomorrow. My little fraternity brother, that is.

In a selfish world I'd like to say this sucks. I have been living in that selfish world since he first told me what he wanted to do.

This year he became one of my best friends. He was someone I told everything to and do almost anything for. And now he's leaving.

But that's the wrong way to think about it. He's doing something for himself, because he wants to. And though it really hurts, it wasn't fair for me to show him that.

Everything will be okay though, right? He's gone till October... He said he'd write. I hope he remembers to tell me when he comes back.

I hope he wants to see me when he comes back.

It'll be fine. I will be fine. He will be fine. He will be great. What he's doing is noble, heroic. What he's doing is what he wants.

I will be fine.

It's my party and I'll... ?

Yes, it's true... my birthday is coming in a week. Not just any birthday... But my BIG 2-1! I should know exactly what to do, right? But I don't... I wish I had my birthday in the middle of the school year. It would be easier. I did this with my sweet sixteen too--my family and I went bowling.

It can't be like that this year. This is my last big deal birthday! So last night I told everyone last night without a plan! I will find a place to go where all my friends can come and have fun! I WILL! But I only have a few days...

Good grief!

Wish me luck?

Sampa

I'm going to sell my foot on Ebay

Not really, but I discovered the wonders and excitement of the website today.

Due to lack of job, I am running low on cash. I don't want to be a burden on my mother, and I need money for food, school supplies, and dues. I also was hoping to buy a car.

I'm ruling that last one out for now. But the others I think I can manage by selling things I don't need on Ebay for now. After putting up an item of my own, I decided to look around for the first time. It's so exciting! If I HAD a job I'd probably be bidding on dresses left and right.

But for now you could say I am window shopping on the net.

I've applied to like twenty jobs this week but I really think it's too late. I'm going to keep trying.

PS I'm still upset from what Environment New Hampshire did. I'm hoping it happened for a reason. As of right now... I don't see one.

I'll be crossing my fingers and watching my items get bid on on Ebay!

Sampa

Doing Laundry in Public is Awkward

After coming home, of course I had a lot of laundry to do. I have a very nice mother who will spend the day at a local place separating clothes with me. However... I always find it a little awkward going into these public clothes washing facilities.

For one, everyone--including me-- always wear the clothes they clearly don't care about. This way it won't matter if they miss the washing experience.

Then there's always that man who hits on everyone. Hey, I give you credit, older gentleman. It's a good idea. Hit on women when you're cleaning. It makes you look like you give a fuck about how you look.

Here's why that fails:

I don't think anyone wants to be hit on when their dirty unmentionables are out on a table. DONE

Also, people are having the most awkward conversations. I don't really want to know that your angry ex husband just got out of jail and could walk in any minute. I don't want to consider all the ways I could dodge bullets in my laundry clothes.

Yeah, doing laundry is pretty awkward. If you have machines at home consider yourself lucky.

Slave to the Wage X 2

I got the job. Well, so I thought for three weeks. Environment New Hampshire told me they wanted me to be a manager. They took my paperwork, and told me to come in to train. I went in for training day... And they told me they hired too many people--and I had the farthest commute.

Do you know how much time you waste in job-world in three weeks? This completely screwed me over. If I had a chance in finding a job before, it's next to impossible now.

Here's why they made a mistake in letting me go:

     -I was passionate. I truly cared about the cause. I was willing to travel 45 minutes every day.
     -I had a lot of money raising experience. I was a girl scout in elementary school. A cheerleader in middle school. In highschool I was in marching band and Tri-M--the music honor society. All were in some way or another, in need of fund raising. Now in college, I am in a sorority. The whole point of the sorority is to raise money for Philanthropy. I've held SIX positions in my two years.
     -I am not shy. I've done stand up comedy at my school's open mic night. I spoke at Taking Back the Night my freshmen year. I continue to write this blog, even though it's not longer a school requirement. Not to mention anyone I know can tell you that I have no problem meeting new people.
     -They shouldn't have totally screwed over me-- and the other people-- they let go. You know how many people you can hire I feel. Don't over hire people next time. I could've found another job.

And been a little less heartbroken.

So now I find myself in a very bad position. I'm looking on craigslist and applying everywhere I can think of. It's not looking good.

Do you need a photographer? I guarantee half price compared to anything you will find. If you don't like my pictures then you don't have to pay. WILL PHOTOGRAPH FOR FOOD!

Home

It's summer and I cannot be more thrilled for a break. However, after a year of freedom it's important to remember to respect your parents when you go home. This can be very hard, because everyone's parents are different... And there will be times that you want to go on an adventure at 3 in the morning like you would at school-- but your parents might just not want that.

Just take a deep breath, and have a good summer!

Hook Up/Hooked On You

In a lot of ways I think high school relations are less complex than college relations. This is due to the fact that in college, we add one night stands, random make-outs, fuck buddies, and a whole range of people on different levels of experience. With these different levels, it's hard to know what to expect from the person you are interested in. Here are some markers to tell the difference:

-If you do not talk to that special person sober, it can't happen.
-Also, if it's only online... You have to be comfortable with the person you want to be with. If you aren't comfortable talking to said person... Can you date them?


If you want to try to make a relationship work, you should talk and hang out with friends first. Then try to hang out soberly alone. Then try to date. It's a marathon, not a sprint.

Getting Down With My Sickness

Well, it's finals week and that means one huge disadvantage: Feeling sick-- it never fails. Last year I felt so terrible I went to health services and they sent me home in fear that I had the swine. It's hugely annoying because it's probably caused by stress and lack of sleep... But feeling sick makes me more stressed... Therefor more sick. It's a downward spiral.

I guarantee you 24 hours after my last final I will have perfect health.

So, if you're like me and you need to cope through finals here are some tips:

   -Taking meds on a scheduled base. If the box says every six hours, take it every six hours.
   -Try and sleep, you can't do well if you're nodding off in the middle of a test.
   -Avoid greasy foods... They aren't good for much.
   -Vitamin C and a lot of water. I recommend sleeping with a cup next to bed.
   -Finals can be stressful, try to take a break and enjoy the beauty in the world. There's a lot to see.

So, good luck and try and relax-- I will attempt to do the same.

Slave to the Wage

Summer is approaching and I personally am having an extremely hard time finding a job. However, I have an interview on Thursday--so cross your fingers for me! If you want some advice for where to look or what to do, here are my tips if the local grocery stores just aren't hiring:

Think outside the box. Try the small stores like pet shops, florists, malls, or even the local beauty parlor. (These apply to you too men... What beauty parlor is complete without some man candy? Lalala lick you like a lollipop)

If that doesn't work, try an employment agency. My boyfriend has applied through one three times, and each time has been paid more then me. I'm a little bitter it's fine.

And if all else fails, try online. I personally went to summerjobs.com of all places and found a job that I am extremely excited about.

So, in these times when the economy is struggling, we must do something. When you're in college, not having a job isn't an option. Do everything you can to find a job!

Till next time,

Sampa

Spree Day

Spree day, a celebration of surviving another year of college. At FSC, this consists of everyone waking up earlier then they probably have all year, getting wasted--then going to their last classes of the semester. But drinkers beware: They are crackin' down this year... Which I don't fully understand where this is coming from.

Usually a crack down is caused by serious and tragic events prior to the occasion. Last time I checked, nothing horrific happened last year. We're a small campus I feel like if something like destruction or death occurred... I'd know about it. Also, the only reasons we have been in the news this year have been the following:

Many students being jumped by locals
The famous norovirus that plagued our students

None of these things truly relate to alcohol. Locals are going to jump whoever they want regardless if the victim is sober. I understand this is the safety of our students, but safety should always be an issue. Campus police shouldn't be so reluctant to give rides to students who worry about their safety. And I think I should see campus popo constantly, more then on Thursday nights--or in this case Spree Day.

Anyway they are cracking down, this means they will be stopping you if you carry a backpack, which I will be because I have class all day and live off campus. I recommend staying calm, they are only doing their job after all. If you are found with alcohol, or they believe you to be drunk you WILL be taking a ride in a Paddy Wagon and they WILL be taking your fingerprints.

Also, stay with someone at all times, watch out for each other, and watch your drink if you choose to participate. And remember that you don't have to-- you CAN celebrate in another way.


(picture taken from www.stillweridethemovie.com)

Either way enjoy your day and be safe.. And aware.

Red Cheeks

Living in close quarters with people your age is bound to bring embarrassing moments if you're not careful, and I must admit... I'm not careful. Some examples of this include the following:

Once I was dancing in the shower-- yes, dancing. I bring my Ipod in the bathroom and jam out. Anyway, because I was jammin' out I wasn't listening to the going ons in the hallway. After I was all clean, I turned off the music and opened the door to find my guy friend sitting in the room across from the bathroom. I could've just said hi and walked along like it was no big deal, but I freaked out! I wasn't sure if I was fully covered so I made a noise and shut the door. After ensuring I was covered, I reopened the door and walked, blushing, to my room.

Another time, I had a contusion in my toe. When I got the prescription, I thought the doctor wrote 'Morphine' on the paper. So, for the next few days I walked around thinking I was on the drug. One day in class, I was extremely tired from what I thought was the drugs and next thing I knew the professor told me to stay awake. Without thinking I raised my hand and said, 'I'm on morphine' in front of my whole class. I immediately realized the mistake I made. I tried talking to the professor after class... to explain that I'm not a drug addict but for some reason he seemed uncomfortable. So I left the room red in the face. Later that very night I actually looked at the bottle and realized that it didn't say Morphine, but Ibuprofen. The doctor wrote 'motrin' on the paper-- I just read it wrong. My friends still make references to my 'almost' morphine experience.

And today, I placed my bag down and opened my computer. A few seconds later the boy sitting next to me calls my name... I turn my head to look only to realize he is holding one of my sexual items that had rolled out of my bag. My eyes bugged out of my head and I didn't know what to say. He was curious to why I was so embarrassed and quickly found out why. I took the item from him and didn't know what to do for the rest of class.

And who could forget the time I crushed a can in front of all of greek life with my boobs?

All could've been avoided, but hey they make good stories. That's the bright side, don't worry too much about embarrassing moments--this isn't High school. Friends will laugh with you instead of at you. We're all in the same boat and we all have our moments. Take it with a grain of salt. Laughing at yourself is way better then dwelling on how things could be different.

By the way, balls are supposed to go forward. 

Sampa

Liar Liar

The past few days I have clearly found flaws in my 'open atmosphere'. It's true that college is open and free--but that doesn't mean everyone's open. In fact, if you lie a lot you stick out like a sore thumb in my opinion. There's a reason for this that liars don't realize:

Everyone talks about everything. If you change your story, people will put the pieces together.

Another thing... people don't forget. You don't get your slate wiped clean every night. Everyone's allowed a fuck up or two--we're human after all. But if you're consistently a douche every other day, you can't expect a warm welcome.

Starting over at college means no allies, or people who have a reason to stay by you no matter what. You create allies by building trust. If people notice you're inconsistent, their opinions of you will change.



And you know, there's a difference between forgetting a few details or trying to be nice and being mean.

Just a few thoughts. Honesty is the best policy.

Sampa'

(Picture taken from Bushspeaks.com)

When a heart breaks, it 'don't break even.

My last blog I spoke of being honest and open. But sometimes, honesty is just too much to handle. It's the end of the semester, and some push away the people they care about for some stupid reason. I guess I just don't think distance is a good enough reason to hurt people you claim to care about. To each his own, I suppose. In this entry I am going to cover the consequences of the way you may choose to end a relationship.

The best way is to be clear and honest. Believe it or not it's the least painful solution in the long run. You're  also less likely to be considered an ass. If you just don't feel the same way about a person, tell them. It'll suck no matter what, so why not spare their feelings as much as possible?

Some try the fight approach which usually consists of making the other person want to dump you. This is stupid because you're wasting time and tears. And most people want to make relationships work once their in it. This tactic could take years and it causes a lot of pain and hardship with everyone involved and makes the person you once cared about look crazy because they just don't get what happened. It's a dick move.

Others try to let their ex down gently, and get mad when the person doesn't understand. If you don't say how you're truly feeling, you can't expect the person to guess. This person probably really cares about you and wants to believe you. This usually leads to a traumatic experience for the ex, who probably didn't get that it was over because you lead to believe this person it was okay. This makes you look like a terrible person and you get mad at everyone for what you caused. Half honesty gets you nowhere.

There are many ways that break ups could happen.. infidelity, getting sick of each other, or having an okay break up. At any rate break ups are difficult. There is no reason to intentionally hurt the other person more then you need to, though. Honesty truly is the best policy.

And if you've been broken up with, it'll be alright. Get back on the horse and you will find someone who is good for you. Break ups suck hardcore, but they need to happen if the relationship just isn't right. My only advice for you is spend time with friends and family if you're having a hard time. For those who care for you, you mean the world.

Because when a heart breaks, it never breaks even. But it will heal, and you learn from your scars. I'm sorry this has to happen, and I'm sorry this entry has a drastically different feel then my last blog.

Till next time, know your decisions drastically affects others.

Sampa

It's hard to say it, time to say it.

The end of the year is approaching... fast.

I'm not ready.

Sure, we could all use a break from classes. But summer means jobs, missing friends, and graduation. I only have two weeks to finish my work. To create memories--to say what I need to say especially to those I may never see again. I find myself sad. Time's moving way too fast and I can't believe I'm almost a junior.

So, I encourage my readers to live your life openly. College is such a short time and the people you meet will affect you forever. Take these two weeks and tell each person how you feel about them. There's no point leaving things unsaid, it's not good for anyone. College is such an honest atmosphere. So go for it, don't regret a missed opportunity for human interactions. I learned this the hard way. So please, let's make the most of the time we have. Don't let time be a hinderance, but a reminder.

To my friends not returning next year, I love you and I wish you did not have to go. But it's what's best for you, and I know that. There won't be a day I forget to smile about a memory with you. I hope we keep in touch. You have affected me for the better.

It's been a great semester.

Samantha

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The Hangover

For my readers who are old enough to party, you are familiar with the term. And those of you who aren't, you've seen the movie. After speaking to my older and wiser friends (and searching on the internet) I found some interesting results:

A common prevention tactic is to eat foods that contain carbs a few hours before alcohol consumption. Stay away from greasy foods. You're more likely to vomit. Another is to drink a cup of water for each beverage consumed. Both of these things will slow the affects, but it's better then vomiting. There's no need to get to that point.

An interesting theory is that Prickly Pear juice extract can lessen the effects of hangover symptoms.

But what if it's too late?

(From the movie, The Hangover... AWESOME MOVIE)

Carbs, sleep, water and advil seems to be the universal acceptance. However someone on Yahoo Answers suggests a banana milkshake. They claim it will calm your stomach, rehydrate, and supply sugar into your system. What a smart cookie!

Some other quick tips:

Prepare for whatever remedy you use so it's in an easy to find and unforgettable place. Though you probably shouldn't PLAN to be hung over. Either way a banana milkshake is always good.

Learn your limit, it's terrible for your bod to repeatedly vomit alcohol and whatever food you decided was a good idea to eat at the time.

Well, I learned a lot!

There Will be Blood?

Greek week has officially ended. I can tell you I had a fabulous time, despite my sorority finishing in last place. We own it and do it with style. We were awarded most spirited, and many girls were given superlatives. We had support of the other chapters, and we gave it right back. It's a good feeling to be liked. It was honestly one of the best weeks I've had all semester--with the exception of one thing:

The lack of spirit of particular people. More specifically, the outright rudeness and bully-like behavior of one to three individuals. There's a difference between competitive and ass-like behavior.

I would like to point out that it's Greek Week.  That no one is going to care what order everyone placed in a couple years, that the real importance is that it's supposed to bring us together. And by saying this I don't mean to take away any glory from the chapter who took first, you did great and are good sports. However, my chapter is perfectly fine losing, we strive for five. I'd also like to point out that no one cheers for the poor sport, and that became increasingly clear throughout the week.

These individuals embarrassed a lot of their chapter. The members openly admit it.

What good does it do to put others down? To tell your fellow members to kick another chapter's members in the face? To laugh and talk about another chapter loud enough for them to hear? Even sometimes bringing race into it? I don't appreciated anyone calling my sisters bad names when we're supposed to be fighting stereotypes. You're feeding into it... All of it.

Someone once said, 'Whoever has the most fun wins!'

How can you win if all you do is put others down? Unless that IS your version of fun. That's a good fulfilling life.

I apologize to anyone who knows who I am speaking of that is in this organization. I know it is not the view of the chapter and I really like most of you. In fact some of my best friends reside in the group. However I believe it unfair for these individuals to make others feel so bad without repercussions.

Greek Week is supposed to be fun and they almost ruined it for a lot of people. Luckily everyone affected pulled together and had a great time. 'Aint gonna tie me down tie me down!

Sister Struggles... face-planting in the relay race.

Something to think about,

Sister Sampa.

Taking Back My Night

Last week was Take Back the Night at my school. It's a night to recognize how often violence happens, and try to change it.

I waited to write this post because I thought about what I wanted to say. I could've written statistics... But what is available is only the women who have reported, or guesses. That's the best one could do to specify the magnitude of this problem.

To put it into perspective more clearly on a personal level, of all my friends from home that I spoke to on this subject I have more friends from home who have been sexually attacked in some way. Out of the 10 to 15 girls who have a story, one has reported their incident.

I, myself, have a story to tell. And I, myself, never reported him. It took me a long time to get to where I am, but at least now I can speak up. I can take back my night.

He was my best friend. We were a month a part in age, being 12 at the time. I fully trusted him. He used to hit on me a lot, but I shrugged it off. One summer night he invited me over because he said he wanted to talk. This wasn't out of the ordinary, and there was no signs of what he was going to do... He unzipped his pants and motioned for me to give him oral. I tried to explain to him that this was a ridiculous request, that I didn't want to. He grabbed my hair, I opened my mouth to scream--and he pushed me down. I struggled and couldn't breath. I panicked so I did the only thing I could think of...

I bit him.

He threw me down and ran out of the room. For my male readers, don't worry he didn't even bleed (thank goodness ew). It took me three seconds to realize that I should get out of there. He called out to me from him window and flipped me off. I didn't see or talk to him till we went back to school, where the rumors started. I went from being a cheerleader to having two friends total throughout the rest of middle school. He tried to push me down to shut me up. For a while, it worked.

Highschool came and I joined clubs and became popular. He dropped out. What he did shaped my beliefs. And you know what, I'm okay. I have a good life. And though sometimes I still pull away when people touch me when I'm not expecting it, I love hugs. I'm living life and he will never hold me down like he did that night.

If you've been through any type of abuse, I encourage you to talk to someone you trust. My thoughts were so jumbled and I honestly didn't feel better till I did so. Everyone has their way of dealing with things, you must find yours.

And to those who have not experienced it, be aware. Watch out for potentially dangerous situations.

Till next time, be aware.

Party Etiquette

With freedom comes responsibility. Though this sentence was meant for a higher purpose, I believe that it should be applied to every aspect of life, including parties. Some things to keep in mind:

1. I recommend having an agreement with a friend to watch out for each other. This agreement should be made before the first sip of alcohol and should address:
       -How much you plan to drink.
       -To make sure that both parties get home safe.
       -What should be done if something goes wrong.
       -Specifications for who's acceptable to hook up with. (Let's be honest everyone looks better with each sip)

2. If you're female I recommend going to the bathroom for a buddy for multiple reasons:

       -Drunk people don't knock usually. Someone should watch the door.
       -Rape is very likely to happen under the influence. And in a bathroom you could be vulnerable.

3. Before hooking up with someone, it's better to find one mutual friend or acquaintance between you two, to ensure your potential one night stand isn't a bat case.

4. Learning your limit is key. There is only a certain amount of times your friends will allow you to puke on them.

5. And finally, don't pass out with your shoes on.

                                                 (photo taken from kryptonflo.blogspot.com)

You have been warned!

Imperfections

The past couple of days I've thought a lot about character. About what it means it be unhappy with who you are or what you've done. Because sometimes I am unhappy with who I am.

I don't like that I cannot seem to stand up and be that person everyone looks to for leadership. I don't like feeling that I am trying my hardest at something, and I'm still not doing well.

I'm the type of person who cares so much about everything and everyone that when something I'm responsible for is not perfect I'm crushed.

These feelings can be quite common for students. In new environments it's hard to adjust sometimes. Now that I'm adjusting, I'm trying to find my place in society-- and figure out how who I am will affect what others think of me.

It's hard to advance in a crowd when others feel you aren't doing well and you take it to heart. Most of the time criticism is meant to help, not hinder. As a person I know that, but it's hard to be the little engine that could sometimes.

So who am I? I'm a lover, a friendly and caring person, a writer, a talker, a performer, and a giver. I am one person fighting to do her best.

Who am I not? A person willing to yell in order for you to hear me.

This is an issue when you expect to be heard. I encourage my readers to take some time to think of who you are, and what that means for you to be successful in all that you do. Because I'm realizing that there's a lot about myself that I need to work on to be taken seriously. We all do. Life is a climb and everyone should strive to get to the top of your personal mountain. What I'm feeling doesn't feel good, but it's necessary for me to realize these things in order to change. I will reach for my summit the best that I can. I hope you all do the same.

(courtesy of 1funny.com)

Till next time...

The Greek Connection

Up until this point I was hesitant to write about Greek Life because it's a sensitive subject for me. It means so much to me but it has such a bad reputation. I would like my readers to know, don't always believe what you hear.

Which brings me to the topic of the night: The Greek connection, one of the many pros to Greek Life. 

The other night I was surfing Youtube when I stumbled across Ahmir, a musical group with truly outstanding vocals and harmony. While watching one of their videos, I realized one of the men was wearing a Phi Beta Sigma shirt. From that point I was determined to take a closer look. I fell in love with their music and bought some of it off iTunes. 


Due to the overwhelming volume of content on Youtube, tremendous talent can often fall through the cracks. Being relatable is key, and to me, the Greek Life shirt served as a link between the performers and myself. This common ground (in addition to their magnificent voices) inspired me to dive deeper into their catalogue, and learn more about them both as artists and as human beings. That's how a lot of things go-- Job applications, meeting people... anywhere and everywhere people like to connect. It's nice to know that if my car breaks down in Alabama I could call the closest chapter and have a place to stay. Or to know that when I graduate, there will be alum who see that I participated actively in my chapter and consider me for a position. It makes me so thrilled when I walk across the quad I am greeted with happy faces that wear the Greek alphabet with pride. These connections last for life and I wouldn't exchange them for anything. I mean, Elvis can't be wrong, can he?

(Picture taken from elvisinfonet.com)

Just something to consider-- till next time,

Sister Sampa

You Are The Music In Me

Music, the utimate form of self expression. It's true that someone can look at your music taste, and judge you. That somehow your music taste changes who you are as a whole, opposed to the music that speaks to you as an individual. I'm here to speak against this because music is an art. And as any other art form, no one can truly judge if a song is bad. Different songs appeal to different people depending on location, style, mood. It's unfair to assume that only one style or person's music is correct. It may not be as complex, but if someone is a fan of Justin Beiber and his music speaks to them... Well power to them. Music evokes emotion in me, and I use it to power how I am feeling. I want all my listeners to keep an open mind, and know that music is beautiful--no matter the genre. That it can't really 'suck' if it creates enough emotion in someone for them to want to listen to it.

Spread the Hate

As an American, you can choose which religion you want to believe in--or not believe in. As a student, you have the obligation to be informed on each religion to better understand the world. Because I am both an American and a student, this is what I have learned:

1. Forcing opinions on people is a turn off, especially in religion.

2. In most cases people want to believe in a religious system that revolves around love and comfort more then hate and anger in the US.

3. Harassing others through times of tragedy never goes well. In fact, you will probably wind up being shot at.

No, these aren't personal experiences. I am of course, referring to the Phelps Family of Westboro Baptist Church. Founded in 1955 by Fred Phelps, they are known to protest at inappropriate times against many things, with their main focus being on the gay community. This is an example of a normal rally:

Picture yourself at a friend's funeral that died in the war. You see signs that read 'Thank God for 9/11' or 'Thank God for IEDs'... maybe even a 'GOD HATES FAGS' sign. All the while, the protesters stand on flags. The ages range from grandparents to babies.

Other appearances include: Hate crime trials, Jewish community meetings, Catholic schools, and anything to do with Obama... in fact they call him Antichrist... 

Yes, this truly happens, they have multiple protests a week. They claim to be protesting these things because we as a nation support the gay community. Why, I ask you, do they feel need to get involved in the lives of people who obviously don't believe the same things they do? In fact, the cheese stands alone on this one... A very stinky cheese. Every other Baptist church refuses to affiliate with them.

So the bottom line of my opinion on these people...

They are scary.
They are offensive.
They need to stop protesting things they can't really protest in the first place.

Anyone down with following the Phelps to their protests with some pro lifestyle choice signs? I saw a video of Michael Moore doing something similar and I thought it was hilarious. I wish he kept it up. There is one well known group that call themselves the Patriot Guard Riders  who show up at events to drown out the protesters with their motorcycles.

Till next time, be informed... And be yourself!

And as always, be safe.

Cullenism

About a year ago, The Examiner posted an article discussing a new religion that is based around the Twilight Saga. Supposedly, this religion spreading to the more theatrical Twihards. That the Cullens are real. The fact that people actually believed this terrified me.

I had a feeling that this rumor was spread by a Something Awful Thread, but after doing more research I found that it is indeed real, in a sense. 

 

(Picture taken from 4TNZ)

The member of the official Cullenism group do not claim to be a religion. They wish to discuss the values shown in the series to religion. Lara, who created the group states:

'There are wide ranges of people in our world,when something is as great as Twilight and grows and reaches other places,it is going to attract many different kinds of people. This is where we can compare Twilight to religion.' 

So, no they do not believe that Edward is real, and that if they're good that he will turn them into vampires. I don't doubt there are people like this out there, but I don't think that was the intention here. 

I'm not denying that Twilight doesn't have a crazy fan base, but it makes me feel better knowing that the world is a little less crazy then I thought. Thank Edward for that! (I kid, I kid)

Till next time, read into what you hear, and be safe!

We Have An Epidemic On Our Hands!

Well folks, Fitchburg was in the news again last week. Multiple students were rushed to the emergency room to avoid dehydration after excessive vomiting and other unpleasant side effects. The students affected felt better after about 24 hours and continued with their lives. After widespread panic and wild rumors, the diagnosis was the Norovirus. Some fun facts you should know:

It is true that the Norovirus could be spread by fecal contaminated food, but that is not the only way it can be spread. So the dining facilities should not be to blame. And even if it did start there, it may be the fault of a student who did not wash his hands after using the facilities. College students should know better.

It is also spread by water, so do not share drinks. Be careful and be thorough in the shower, and always wash your hands.

This can also be spread though human to human contact.

Students with the blood type O should especially be careful. Norovirus is contracted easier in this case.

The Norovirus can be dangerous if you don't stay hydrated, which is hard to do when you can't keep anything down.

So basically, this sucks a lot. All I ask you to do readers is stay hydrated, wash your hands, and do your best to stay healthy.

It's a gamble... for sure!

The new craze that's spreading across the nation: Chatroulette!

I find this website to be hilarious and creepy all in one fun package. I enjoy the name 'Chatroulette'--mostly because I relate it back to the game. What's the prize? The obscene amount of dick? Maybe not, but no matter what shows up on the other line it's bound to be entertaining in one way or another. I recommend participating in a group of three or more. Some personal experiences:

A man serenaded us with a beautiful tune about watching a girl sleep.

Watching reactions to a picture of cleavage--all were priceless

Dance parties--there's truly nothing better then sharing a love of dance with someone you'll never see again.

Running into someone from the greek system--we get ya bra!

Three college freshmen exposing their manginas. We yelled 'Man-gi-yes man-gi-yes!' They took it out and we responded with 'man-gi-noooo' and nexted them. Hilarious and weird... It's fine.

Running into some friends at the same college. It's a small world after all.

With all things fun, there's always a risk. This could turn into the newest stalker connection line. So follow the rules you were told when internet first became popular (Ew I was alive then that seems weird)  Make sure where you are isn't written in the background or on your clothes. Don't say last names-- It's a hop skip and a jump to facebook. Also, look your best because this is the 'Next Top Model' of the internet I swear. People judge, so be prepared.

Till next time, remember to laugh as much as possible, and be safe!

Risky Business

There are over 4,100 colleges in the United States. Out of these, 25 colleges were listed as "the most dangerous". I am astounded that Fitchburg State College was number 11 on the list. It is hard for me to believe that of all the areas in the country, my small school has been recognized for danger. 

To be fair, things have never been boring at FSC to say the least. Since I have arrived, the following has happened:

1. The science building has caught on fire. I saw the flames from my window.

2. A bank robber being chased by cops crashed into my best friend's car just outside of campus. He proceeded to run and hide in and around campus with a gun. I was in class at the time and people continued to message me and I heard helicopters flying up above. I thought of telling my professor but I didn't know what to say.

3. I saw a car burglary outside my own window.

4. There were two domestic abuse murders this year. (I will not go into detail out of respect for the friends and families. My heart goes out to those involved)

5. I have witnessed two windows shatter, both by bricks being thrown. The second almost hit me-- or it felt that way at least.

6. An eight year old tried to steal my Ipod while I was walking to work. That's really not okay.

7. A night that a murderer was on the loose, my friend and I called for an escort. A campus police officer
 showed up on a bike. He rode behind us, with a spotlight shining. Needless to say, I did not feel safe. I would've preferred a nice bullet proof car, but whatever.

The list could go on. So I guess a lot happens here. I still wouldn't consider this school is top 25 material. I would like to see the reasoning behind their results.

The biggest problem is that crimes aren't truly exclusive anywhere; it's more of a wrong place, wrong time deal. More crimes may happen on campuses, because campuses tend to be in highly populated areas--more people, more crimes.

So I ask all my readers, wherever you are:

Please take measures of safety. Take escorts at night. Lock your door when you leave. If you're having an issue with any sort of abuse, tell someone. And...you know...when you're driving watch out for crazy car chases that involve bank robbers.

Till next time, be aware of your surroundings, and be safe!

Pride and Penetration

Recently at my school, we had an open forum about sex. It was fun, sexy, and truly informative. Through the laughs and gasps, however, there was one piece of information I was not aware of that I feel should be discussed more then it is. 

One night stands, random hookups, no-strings-attached sex, being 'rocked'-- In college these incidents are usually coupled with Thirsty Thursday. But before you get into the sack, there's something both genders should know:

While under the influence, you cannot drive a car, you cannot get a tattoo and you cannot consent to sex. Being intoxicated revokes the right to make contract-- verbal or written. This fact could land either party in jail and on the national sex offenders registry.

I don't mean to be a Debbie Downer. I support any personal sexual decision that doesn't harm others. I just ask my readers to be careful and make absolutely sure your fuck buddy is completely comfortable in the situation. Some things to look out for:

-If you're trying to convince a potential partner to drink more because you think your chances will rise--that's not okay!

-If your partner is having trouble standing--not okay...

-If you're significantly more sober then the other party--please, just don't do it.

These may seem like common sense, but this knowledge may go out the window with every sip you take. And this isn't just for one sex. Guys have it harder in this subject because the world looks at vagina as vagina. They are expected to want sex no matter what. So, is it possible to take advantage of a man?

The answer is yes.

So till next time, please think about what you do and be safe!




(Pee Wee Herman's mug shot)

The Stank

With each generation, taboo subjects are being thrown into the ring for discussion. Sex, for instance, is on the rise of acceptance--whenever and whomever you wish to have it with. Our generation is beginning to realize that personal choices are just that; personal, and may be unrealistic for others. And let's be honest--in college, we live in little rooms close to each other. Also, let's not forget the raging hormones that are sparked by viewing our neighbors in towels. Sex is going to happen.


Now, as a 20 year old female in the time I live in, men and women are almost equal--almost. Some problems still exist, such as sexual positions in society (no pun intended). There are many negative words for sexually active females:

Slut, whore, wench, skank, tramp, hooker, hussy... The list can go on.

This I find completely unfair for various reasons:

1. It takes two to tango horizontally. Think about it.

2. I have experienced more females let down after false promises were made just to get into the sack. So why are there so many negative names for females when it's hard enough to avoid a broken heart?

3. Last time I checked, we can all wear pants now. Women should have the same freedom to express ourselves sexually without wondering what people will think. 

Men don't, at least not to the same degree. The worst insult I can think of that applies to men is one I mentioned above, with man slapped to the front (such as man slut, man whore). So when I thought of which word would describe sexually active men, I thought of the word STANK. Like skank, but with a T. This 't' could stand for 'too much vagina' if you will.

Or, we could act our age and drop the name calling. Don't judge someone for making a different choice then you--or the same one as you for that matter--just because of their sex. 

Till next time, think about what you say--and be safe!