The Blog.

When we first started this class I really enjoyed the blogs. I put a lot of effort into them and I wanted to do one everyday. After a month or so my enjoyment and commitment for my blog started to dwindle. It started to be a hassle having to keep up with blogs and comments. I also stopped enjoying it because no one was commenting anymore. When you have a blog a no readers it just doesn't motivate you to keep writing. I like writing to make points and to get my thoughts out into the world, but that wasn't happening. Now that the semester is over I don't think I will keep up with this blog. It was fun while it lasted, but I just don't see the point anymore.

The End.

Sean Carey

I was recently recommended an album called "All We Grow" by S. Carey. He is a phenomenal artist. His musical genre is alternative. Every song is different and colorful. His music may be some of the most inspirational and calming at the same time. Sean's album is perfect for studying. It is interesting enough to keep you up, but calm enough to not distract you. My favorite song on the album is number 3. It is called "In the Dirt." I highly recommend this artist and album to everyone who is looking for more music that is off the mainstream radio stations. I know you'll love it!

My Unremarkable Thanksgiving Break

The week before I flew home to Minnesota I was very excited. My sister had just gotten engaged and my parents just bought a new house! So I was very anxious to get back to all the mayhem. My sister picked me up from the airport and we drove home. My parents took me out to dinner. It felt so good not having food zoo food.

After dinner I was stumped. What next? Who to hang out with? I met up with my friend Brooks. We were excited for about 10 minutes, then we realized that there was NOTHING to do. Right then I had realized why I left MN in the first place. There was no one I wanted to see and no where to go. I also didn't feel "at home" anymore. My house was boxed up and ready to be moved. I felt like I was a burden on my families life and that it was not the right time to be home. My break was truly unremarkable.

I couldn't wait to get back to Montana and finish out my semester. I want to say that I am going to finish strong and with all A's, but my motivation has been gone for about five weeks now. My classes are boring and I have no interest in them. I am ready to take a long break and start the next semester! WOOHOO!

When Traveling On An Airplane...

I carefully sat down in my first class seat, trying not to wrinkle my clean and crisp navy blue business suit. It was another trip, another conference that I had to sit through, another lonely hotel room, and another weekend that I was spending away from my kids. I listened and watched the flight attendant with perfectly set hair and bright pink lipstick; demonstrate the same safety features that I had seen a hundred times before. Soon we were lining up on the runway. I could feel the pressure holding my body tight against the chair. I grasped the grey plastic armrest and took a deep breath. It was another normal take off, another normal flight. Or so I thought.

            I was sitting next to an older man. He seemed to be in his late fifties. He too had on a business suit, but his was slightly more wrinkled. His hair was thin and grey. He was reading an article from the old magazine that the airline had provided. To my left there was a younger woman. Her thick blonde hair was dreaded. She wore a turquoise scarf, a brownish dress, and big winter boots. Even over the loud windy sounds that filled the cabin, I could hear her headphones blasting.

            Midway through the flight I stood up and walk to the bathroom. I stared at the mirror, judging and critiquing my appearance. “When did I get those wrinkles?” I thought to myself. Then I gasped, “A grey hair!?” I said. I was 36 years old and I was wearing away. I carefully shimmy my way down the aisle back to my seat. The older man next to me was hunkered over, leaning half way in my chair. I gently tapped him on the shoulder and say, “Excuse me sir.” No response. I start shaking him a little harder. Still there was no response. I push the flight attendant button and the Stepford-Wive looking woman approached me. “This man isn’t moving, I think something is wrong.” I whispered. She went back behind her curtain and grabbed two more attendants. The next thing I new the whole plane had broken out in chaos.

To be continued…