Monday, March 30, 2009
Ok so this weekend Dalton and I bought a bunch of gas pipe lke $100 worth, and got started on our trailer. We have a trailer for our quads that he bought for like 200 bucks because it's just the frame. Its like 17x6 or 7 so we can fit 4 quads sideways on it. Nice. Well, we bought the gas pipe to bend and make a railing on one side and two separate railings on the other side that can be pulled out and flipped down to double as a ramp as well. It was a pain in the ass but we got it started and shouldn't take much longer depending on how long it takes to rewire the electrical brakes and lights which we are running along the bottom of the frame housed in some conduit. We also have to make a box to put at the front of the trailer to house the battery for the brakes and lights and the wiring for both. I'm excited for it to get done so Dalton and I can take our quads to Sand Mountain before it gets to hot to go. I'm definitely craving that adrenaline rush and hope to get out there soon. And I have a new group project going on in my psych class and we're doing ours on adrenaline so I am going to tape us riding and jumping for my presentation. Should be fun!
Monday, March 23, 2009
My boyfriend, Dalton, and I are in a personal finance class at FLC and our teacher's name is Mr. J.J. McClatchy. He is very temperamental, and I think he just does not like couples. Dalton and I sit next to each other, hold hands, and laugh and talk during our class break time; so we are obviously a couple. J.J. doesn't like this. The class will be sitting in silence listening to this old guy not lecture us about personal finance at all, but rather about how rich he is and how his cousins are always trying to get money out of him. When we are listening to him lecture about boarderline topics that might be somewhat related to our class subject, people have small discussions amongst each other and that's ok but if Dalton and I has a small discussion amongst OURSELVES about the topic being discussed, it's suddenly illegal. He yells at us and makes an example when we are only participating like everyone else. However, if we don't talk at all we get docked participation points. We had our midterm a couple weeks ago, and he asked us to explain the 6 elements of our personal business plan. Dalton and I had completely different ideas for this and wrote two completely different midterm essays. As soon as we get our blue books back, we both got the same grade on our papers; a C-! We were both thorough when discussing and explaining the elements and yet we received a pretty low grade without a reason. This is so unfair and uncalled for. Just because he is unhappy without a partner he loves and adores in his life doesnt mean he can discriminate against us because we do. The only problem is that he is very intimidating and I am afraid to contest him about this little issue. Any suggestions? Oh and I forgot to mention, Dalton got a bloody nose in the middle of class and I turned to look at him because I saw blood drops on his leg and told him his nose was bleeding, and Mr. McClatchy kicked us out of class!! Frickin' jerk.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
I absolutely love the rain. Ironicly, rain makes me gloomy and just down right sad, but I love it. I love the smell of rain, and how green everything gets after a good shower. One of my favorite parts though, is that it fills up the lakes for this summer. Now, I know this is kind of a random topic because it's not raining now, nor has it in awhile(at least not really coming down like I love). It just seems like life thrives off of the rain storms we get. Things get greener, the rivers and creeks, and lakes fill up so the fish are happy and I am too, and all the little animals seem happy. I guess that's why I am writing about rain today, because I have been pondering life a lot lately, after what happened on campus to that student, and just because it's interesting to think about from time to time I suppose. I think we take life too seriously, and don't appreciate the little things that are so second nature now. Like my family, I just see them as being there and only notice all the things they demand of me but I don't hardly ever think about the fact that these people have been there for me my entire life and have put up with me and even in the toughest circumstances, they never gave up on me. I take them for granted and even resent them at times because they are so demanding, but I realize today that I should give back. That these things are not them trying to get me to do what they want because they can make me do anything, but they are really asking for my help because they need it. My family is not second nature, its one of my top priorities. And that's the way it should be.