Process

I'm pretty sure I spelled procrastination wrong... but i don't care. Spelling it wrong probably adds to the meaning of it.

I'm in the business computer lab and I should be writing a memo for my BA 131 class... yet i find myself not doing it because I can't think of a good starting sentence. It used to be, when i wrote, i just wrote. Things came into my head easily and it seemed to just flow out of me.
what I could do is just write what i need, then later put in the first sentence... but then there's the fear of forgetting to put in the first sentence and the teacher gets the assignment with this as the first sentence he reads: "My first sentence." There's an F.

Anyways- on to more important things in my 18 year old mind. :)

Luke and I are volunteering at D2S this year... our HS church group is going and since we can't be leaders, this is the next best thing! It's the weekend before finals however, and that seems to worry my mother, but i have four hours to study driving up there and on the way home! So it'll work out.
That's probably the most excited thing i'm looking foreward to, but i'll need to be saving my money again... they don't pay for parking, food or anywhere to stay. Dang. I wasn't really expecting them to put us up somewhere- but free parking like everyone else who attends? What's the harm in that?
Oh well. I'm still going so it obviously doesn't bother me that much. :)

Last week i was in Starbucks getting my usual... ( Grande White Chocolate Mocha if you want to know)... I'm waiting for the cup to come to me and i look outside- what i see was a little disturbing. It was an old man, picking cans and plastic bottles off the ground.

What?

How?

why?

These questions were running through my head as I thought of my grampa's digging through the garbage... with no where to go, no one to love.

It got me thinking more about our society and what we've become. Was this man in WWII? In Vietnam? And if so, why wasn't he being taken care of? I know how expensive retirment communities are, because i've worked there... but i COULD NOT wrap my head around this man being homeless. And I have seen plenty of homeless people in the past four years... so why was this one so different?

The plain truth is that I take my life for granted. Today i wrote a check and there will no longer be two hundred dollars in my checking account. That's when I should've smacked myself for whining about not having two hundred dollars.

Sometimes i can't believe that i forget. But then, yes, yes why wouldn't i forget? When everywhere i go- it's MONEY MONEY MONEY. I'm doing something in my life that I HATE because I want to insure that my family will have money, that we'll be able to eat and have clothes and go to the beach. Where in japan the most important thing in society is Honor, and in Mexico it's Family. But in the US? Money. Success.

So the question is, am i to blame? Do i have a responsibility to the homeless? I believe i do. My past experiences going on mission trips will determine how i respond to the homeless and how i will vote to help them or how i will personally help them.

It's draining to think about this, but it's nothing compared to what the old man is going through trying to get enough cans and pop bottles.

Or not. Either or would be fine with me. I saw a kid with a snow ball in her hand eating this morning on my way to school. All the Corvallis schools are out.... except mine. Universities SUCK.
There was probably a good three inches of snow on the ground this morning... which made me think, is there going to be snow in heaven? I know some people who hate the snow- just to list a few, my mom, dad and Heather C.... so i know that if there's snow in heaven, that everyone will like it. maybe it'll taste like honey ... or chocolate! Instead of stupid nothing.

Since there was so much snow on the ground though, everyone on campus decided to attempt to make snowmen... or something to that effect. A few people succeeded, but the men-looking things made out of snow were only about two feet high. Then, there's a big square thing outside the library about three feet high... either making snow men is harder than it looks or college students cannot successfully make a snowman.

Well, there's my blog about the snow. Everyone seems to be writing about it... all i know is that I'm liking the thought of Uggs boots.... which i had previous thought to be ugly... they still are, but they look mighty warm.

Nine AM: BA131 Business Software -- My teacher looks like my uncle richard... and he's a lefty- as in wing. He started ranting about the patriot act... but then stopped saying he didn't want to get into that. I also found out via this class that I have... and have had a business e*mail! Who Knew?!

Twelve PM: Sociology 204 -- This teacher looks like my papa. He has big blue eyes, big glases and gray hair... and if my dad parted his hair down the middle- it'd be a spittin' image. I would say he's a lefty because he said that Bush was an idiot... but even republicans say that now. I think it'll be a fun class though, thankfully.

Two PM: Math 103 -- My math class would probably the math class that James would love. The teacher reminded me of a female Dr. Phil.... she's an odd one though. We started the class talking about our hopes and fears about the class... and how it's not going to be like any other math class. Also- the great thing is there's an old man in our class who got his Master's in math in 1975 at OSU.... who walked into the class with his walker. He's probably about eighty or ninety. And he's back in school taking math classes. James- this is you if you don't die when you want to.

All in all it was a good day. I wasn't late to any classes... I found where all my classes were... and i saw some old friends! It wasn't so bad.