holy crap

There were a few errors in that post. Skip over the typos, and missed words, and just enjoy.

School

Here is one of my first assignments for school. The directions were to create a scenario where you explain how UOP works, and to properly use certain words.(The ones that are in bold.)

I was in line at the Department of Motor Vehicles this weekend when I saw an old friend. Then I ran into Darby. Darby and I knew each other about a year ago. This day, she told me--first thing-- that was graduating college this month! (Darby was a little self-centered, ever since the operation.) I was pretty excited to hear about her graduation, because maybe now she'd get a real job and move away so we can stop running into each other at the DMV. (I've always hated Darby.)

Darby proceeded to ask me what I was doing later night. I couldn't think of a believable lie on such quick notice, so I let her know that I had to go to class.
"Class?", she asked. Her head was cocked to the side. It reminded me of the first time a puppy hears a new noise.
"Yes, Darby. You see, I now attend Axia College of University of Phoenix Online. I go to school online!"
I could see she was perplexed. I decided to go a little more in depth with her. Otherwise, I'd have to listen to the shrill of her voice as she tells me about her new cats.

"You see, I attend classes, full-time, online. It is quite handy, as I work full time, as well. Now, I know what you're thinking; you're thinking about your cats, but let me finish. My courses are conducted in class forums. I'm only taking two, right now, so it's easy not to get confused between the two. Within these forums, we follow a threaded discussion initiated mostly by the instructor, but we can start our own--as long as it's not in the main forum, or the 'lecture hall' if you will. The instructors hate that. Our instructor will provide feedback, and we're encouraged to ask other students for feedback as well. Nobody even has to be online at a certain time, either! For example, the instructor will pose a question, and the class will answer it by replying to the question. I can reply at 4am, and others can reply at 9pm. It's called "asynchronous communication", Darby. (No amount of college could prepare Darby for THAT bomb. She was never that bright.) Basically, we all learn together, but at different times of the day, leaving the rest of the day available for us to do what we need to do. Like go to the DMV and run into--"

Just then, my number was called. Off to the window! I didn't even say bye. I stopped mid-sentence and walked away. I never looked back. But something tells me, with a degree in sight--I should only be looking toward the future.

Stories, poems, colorings and other musings

Like it or don't. I don't care.

It's 2am or later. And I'm bored. Writing puts me to sleep.


The Oregon Train ALA Haiku

Leaving Missouri
On our way to Oregon
Dead. Dysentary.

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Small Wonder ALA Haiku

Girl is robotic
Family not robotic
Vicki touched by Dad

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Bro's ALA Haiku

tap-out shirts and hats
dave matthews on the guitar
stop you are 30

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Carl Manross woke up late. He stared at the ceiling. His head was a ballet dancer and his chest was a coal miner. How could he let himself get like this. How could he sink to this level. As he was trying to get a grip of his situation, he thought to himself, "How could I let myself get like this. How could I sink to this level?" He caught something out of the corner of his eye. He looked over to see a scrunched up piece of paper wedged in between his copies of the New Testament, and Vibe magazine. He opened it up, and before he could finish reading it, he balled it up and threw it out his window. Must not have been important.

It was this day that Carl Manross's life would change forever. It was today that he would realize that while there's no looking back, looking forward with your back turned is just like looking back, and therefore ruins that whole philosophy. Also, today is the day that Carl Manross will die. All because of one. little. paper.