3.27.2004

Don't mess with Texas
2200 miles and I'm finally back home from my first ever Spring Break trip. Overall, it was a really enjoyable time...friends, sun and the occasional drink. There were however several instances that, to be quite frank, appalled me. The first night we went out we were lucky enough to be at Louie's Backyard the same night as the Quad City DJ's. (You all know you remember and love "Come on Ride the Train" and "Space Jam") So during this so-called concert people packed the area around the stage like at any concert, so we were jammed in pretty tight. I understand that may cause people to rub up against random strangers, but it does not give guys the right to bump and grind on girls. This was not just me and my friends...every where you looked there was a guy trying to bust a move on anything with boobs. I'm all for fun and dancing, but it gets a little ridiculous after a while. On that note, there are some girls who are basically asking for it and I do understand that. There was also a wet t-shirt contest and I've never seen so many boobs in my life. Those girls really are just trashy and after they flashed the 500 people at the club, you kind of have to expect the guys to come out in herds.

The question on the day...
"What are you doing this summer?" or "What are your plans for after you graduate?" Both of those quesitons make me want to scream. I hardly know that I'm doing next week. Part of this procrastination may be due to the fact that I don't want to face the fact that I'm supposed to grow up and be an adult sometime soon. The thought of going to school and then having the same job for the rest of my life is really horrible. I don't want to end up with 3 kids, a husband that I sort of like and a job that I hate. That's the life that a lot of people live and I really don't want to just settle for whatever is safe. This summer isn't that big of a deal. While I would like to find something that pertains to psych, it won't be the end of the workd if that doesn't happen. Life after graduation is another story. I don't know what I want to do or where I want to go to school or where I want to live. I've narrowed it down to a big city, but there are lots of those to choose from. On the way to South Padre we stopped in Austin and I really liked it there. I also like St. Louis and Indianapolis, but why should I apply to grad school when I don't know what I really want to do. I can't put in an application that says, "I want to work with kids, preferably emotionally disturbed kids, but I don't want to be a counselor and I don't want to be a teacher. Figure out what I should do." Really, that's what I want to happen. I want someone to walk up to me and say, "Abby, you should do this...." and that be what the end of it. But, that's not realistic, so I have less than a year to figure out my future. No pressure...

3.17.2004

You'll never win, Blogger!
So part of the reason why I haven't posted in the past five years is that I couldn't remember my password into the blogging world. After many failed attempts I finally made it in.

Way to go Student News...
So controversy is all around this lovely campus of ours. A not-so-bright (okay, she's a dumb ass) wrote this in one of the campus publications last week. She just happens to be in my house and oh, opps, so is the editor of the paper. Basically thanks to these two, a large part of the Mizzou campus thinks we are a bunch of stuck-up, racist bitches. Now, some of us may be stuck-up and some may even cross over to the line of bitchiness, but racist we are not. Or are we? In my Sociology class last semester we had a lecture about how in all actuality we are all racist. We actively participate in all the social institutions that allow racism to continue. For example, she cited numerous instances where blacks have been mistreated. In real estate they are shown houses in "their" specific areas (often more run down and in bad parts of town). Their children are screened more than white children for possible instances of abuse just because people assume that blacks are more violent and therefore more likely to abuse their children. The shirts that the protesters wore on Monday on the steps of Jesse Hall said that there is only a 5.9% African American population here on campus, but all of us (white people that is) don't seem to a) ever notice or b) ever really take any action to address the problem or fix it. These examples, along with countless others do prove that we are still living in a very racist society. Individually, people may think that they support diversity, but collectively, we still have a long way to go.

On a much lighter note...
Do you ever look at the advertisements on the top of your blog? This past time, mine both had to do with sorority stuff. I would like to hope that if my life were to be summed up in pop-up ads, it wouldn't all be about Greek life. I think there's a little more to my life than ZTA and I would hope that's not what I focus on all the time when I post. Just a little food for thought. I wonder what ad will come up tomorrow...