Another Semester Over
Ok I spent my last day here at PV doing what other then playing games, Qukae, Unreal, and a little Warcraft III. The plane leaves in a few hour, and after one quick nap I shall step foot on my home soil. AHHHH the Wisconsin Winter.
Geek Caroling
Theme of Silent Night,
Cooling Fan, thermal paste
All is cool, in my case
Rounded cables increase air flow
Cathode lighting makes it all glow
See the heating decrease
See the heating decrease
CPU, Overclocked
That I bought from Overstock
Heat-pipes stream from in where they start
Exchanging the heat as they depart
All for maximum FPS
All for maximum FPS
Silent Sam, MS Flight
Dungeon Keep, Doom Marine
Games I can play after the upgrade
Installed on a disk configured with RAID
Belongs to you, all my base
Belongs to you, all my base
Cooling Fan, thermal paste
All is cool, in my case
Rounded cables increase air flow
Cathode lighting makes it all glow
See the heating decrease
See the heating decrease
CPU, Overclocked
That I bought from Overstock
Heat-pipes stream from in where they start
Exchanging the heat as they depart
All for maximum FPS
All for maximum FPS
Silent Sam, MS Flight
Dungeon Keep, Doom Marine
Games I can play after the upgrade
Installed on a disk configured with RAID
Belongs to you, all my base
Belongs to you, all my base
ITOLM Part V
Well it’s been a while since I’ve posted about being white and for good reason. If you are familiar with Prairie View, you know that over the past two years a massive rebuilding and restructuring of everything PVAMU has taken center stage. Brand New Sciences, Architecture, Engineering and Criminal Justice buildings now stand in place of their worn down brothers. And with these new colleges, comes a new audience. As SyNONYM readers know, I spent my first semesters being one of around 150 Caucasian students out of nearly 8,000 total students. But as the old saying goes Times are changing, this past semester Prairie View has seen an exponential increase in Caucasians on campus. While the increase in numbers has so far been limited to the freshman population, its effects are unmistakable.
Being raised in the most unbiased of places I was raised not to care if you’re black white brown Purple or Cumquat (as dad would say). Sure I had left the state of WI on many occasions New York, Illinois, plus many more, I thought I had a pretty god grasp on what the world was like. But I was clearly mistaken it took a little place called PV for me to realize that.
In Wisconsin people don’t care what color you are, I mean sure there are a few, but the vast majority of people honestly don’t give a rats. But here in the south things are a little different. Still today a definite line separates the white from the black.
Imagine an office, 90 percent of its employee’s black, and due to a corporate takeover those black employees are being forced to give their jobs over to whites. (Or vise versa if you like). Naturally a state of tension will arise. Now picture a campus that has historically been 95% black since 1876, give way to a seemingly large white population. Once again tension arises. This is the state of whites and blacks at PV today. Now don’t get me wrong, most of the students could care less if you look like a cumquat or not, but still there are those who do.
Days are more often then not just days, but once and a while you run into a group of those who (in their right) believe you really don’t belong. For me (after two years of blackening up) it’s pretty easy to ice skate around the issue, a “hit me one” handshake and a few cleverly placed words and I am just a black as they are. But I see in many of the new white fish freshman the inability to take a stand in such situations, this is what I see being common to PV for the next five years. Until the current freshman get some black in them, and become upper classmen.
I end this post with this
“The white students here at Prairie View are doing the exact opposite as those black, thirty years ago”. And in the end it will be better for us all.
Being raised in the most unbiased of places I was raised not to care if you’re black white brown Purple or Cumquat (as dad would say). Sure I had left the state of WI on many occasions New York, Illinois, plus many more, I thought I had a pretty god grasp on what the world was like. But I was clearly mistaken it took a little place called PV for me to realize that.
In Wisconsin people don’t care what color you are, I mean sure there are a few, but the vast majority of people honestly don’t give a rats. But here in the south things are a little different. Still today a definite line separates the white from the black.
Imagine an office, 90 percent of its employee’s black, and due to a corporate takeover those black employees are being forced to give their jobs over to whites. (Or vise versa if you like). Naturally a state of tension will arise. Now picture a campus that has historically been 95% black since 1876, give way to a seemingly large white population. Once again tension arises. This is the state of whites and blacks at PV today. Now don’t get me wrong, most of the students could care less if you look like a cumquat or not, but still there are those who do.
Days are more often then not just days, but once and a while you run into a group of those who (in their right) believe you really don’t belong. For me (after two years of blackening up) it’s pretty easy to ice skate around the issue, a “hit me one” handshake and a few cleverly placed words and I am just a black as they are. But I see in many of the new white fish freshman the inability to take a stand in such situations, this is what I see being common to PV for the next five years. Until the current freshman get some black in them, and become upper classmen.
I end this post with this
“The white students here at Prairie View are doing the exact opposite as those black, thirty years ago”. And in the end it will be better for us all.
Yippie
Ok it's official, this semester is over. All I have to do now is wait for my grades.
Think I am going to go out and have soem BBQ, mabye some other stuff as well to celebrate.
The Unwriten Rules
Ok three finals down one to go and I know that everyone is wondering about this (brief encounter in the bathroom), well I think its time to share.
The men’s Bathroom, a place of both wonder and awe. Sometimes small, sometimes large, and more often then not, smelling of dirty feet, these places of relief inhabit a unique breed of human known as the man.
So every guy holds in his hart a unique love for porcelain on walls, of course I am talking about a urinal. A symbol of power and ease, it stands for the “standing” of man. However unknown to the common species of female, this device of ease is not simple contraption. It holds an unwritten set of rules spanning across the entire world. Remember them well as you read this story.
Fill out odd urinals first, and then evens
Head down, eyes are your goods.
For the sake of god, don't stand four feet away from the urinal.
Hands on your meat, not on your cell phone.
Old people have right-of-way.
More PP less talkie, keep the conversation to yourself.
The above rules need not apply at sporting events or when circumstances merit a need.
Let me set the scene for you. Mid afternoon in the middle of a magnetic lab, Mother Nature calls, a quick gesture to the rest of your lab group as they copy your work, signals the inability to contain Niagara Falls any longer. Quickly walking down the freshly waxed hallway of the third floor new science building, a florcent light flickered on and of its down is last hours of life. Around the corner, past the (water fountains) the little man image seemed to greet me as I pushed the door open. Choosing the end wall potty “of three”. Well you know the rest, Untilllllll
The swing of the door filled the ceramic warshroom as footy steps soon followed……….. Before my mind could comprehend the totality of the situation the adjacent cell was occupied. “Now normally I would have followed the unwritten ten commandments of the only place females seldom venture into. However as this genius next to me (thank god separated by a divider) had so gratuitously defied the rules I decided to sneak peek at the “Rocket Scientist” that had chosen the very worst spot do his duty in.
My eyes slowly lifted from down under, up to starring into the adventurous filled scenes of the white 4X4 tile, one two three grout lines. Creeping ever so cautiously over, just a little more almost there, and then it happened. There standing next to me, one hand on the wall the other wellllllllll, was My PHYSICS professor “the Nuclear Physicist”. A man of older age blurred Asian-English slang, and most likely the most difficult professor on campus. The One who holds my passing or failing of Engineering Physics I, and II.
Video from the movie "Deep blue Sea" of the smartest man in the world tinkeling into the wind splashed through my mind as a quick smile came over my face. I wondered to myself had this man just broken the golden rules I mean he must have known them, there was a perfectly good wall toilet just a once cell down. Fear ran through my veins, “what if he breaks more rules and asks some physics question about the trajectory of urine or something” or what if…. Why won’t the smart man gooo away……the little man inside my twirling brain kept repeating.
Luckily he did not break any more rules but, I took my time making sure he was the first to leave, therefore eliminating the awkward chance of the washing of hands in the sink neighboring.
Backtracking around the corner taking a glance to make sure the coast was clear (no physics profs. Were around, I proceeded with haste back to the lab, and that has been the only time I have been happy to see a lab setup.
Soo in other words come on fellas, learn your unwritten rules, not everyday is a Baseball game.
The men’s Bathroom, a place of both wonder and awe. Sometimes small, sometimes large, and more often then not, smelling of dirty feet, these places of relief inhabit a unique breed of human known as the man.
So every guy holds in his hart a unique love for porcelain on walls, of course I am talking about a urinal. A symbol of power and ease, it stands for the “standing” of man. However unknown to the common species of female, this device of ease is not simple contraption. It holds an unwritten set of rules spanning across the entire world. Remember them well as you read this story.
Fill out odd urinals first, and then evens
Head down, eyes are your goods.
For the sake of god, don't stand four feet away from the urinal.
Hands on your meat, not on your cell phone.
Old people have right-of-way.
More PP less talkie, keep the conversation to yourself.
The above rules need not apply at sporting events or when circumstances merit a need.
Let me set the scene for you. Mid afternoon in the middle of a magnetic lab, Mother Nature calls, a quick gesture to the rest of your lab group as they copy your work, signals the inability to contain Niagara Falls any longer. Quickly walking down the freshly waxed hallway of the third floor new science building, a florcent light flickered on and of its down is last hours of life. Around the corner, past the (water fountains) the little man image seemed to greet me as I pushed the door open. Choosing the end wall potty “of three”. Well you know the rest, Untilllllll
The swing of the door filled the ceramic warshroom as footy steps soon followed……….. Before my mind could comprehend the totality of the situation the adjacent cell was occupied. “Now normally I would have followed the unwritten ten commandments of the only place females seldom venture into. However as this genius next to me (thank god separated by a divider) had so gratuitously defied the rules I decided to sneak peek at the “Rocket Scientist” that had chosen the very worst spot do his duty in.
My eyes slowly lifted from down under, up to starring into the adventurous filled scenes of the white 4X4 tile, one two three grout lines. Creeping ever so cautiously over, just a little more almost there, and then it happened. There standing next to me, one hand on the wall the other wellllllllll, was My PHYSICS professor “the Nuclear Physicist”. A man of older age blurred Asian-English slang, and most likely the most difficult professor on campus. The One who holds my passing or failing of Engineering Physics I, and II.
Video from the movie "Deep blue Sea" of the smartest man in the world tinkeling into the wind splashed through my mind as a quick smile came over my face. I wondered to myself had this man just broken the golden rules I mean he must have known them, there was a perfectly good wall toilet just a once cell down. Fear ran through my veins, “what if he breaks more rules and asks some physics question about the trajectory of urine or something” or what if…. Why won’t the smart man gooo away……the little man inside my twirling brain kept repeating.
Luckily he did not break any more rules but, I took my time making sure he was the first to leave, therefore eliminating the awkward chance of the washing of hands in the sink neighboring.
Backtracking around the corner taking a glance to make sure the coast was clear (no physics profs. Were around, I proceeded with haste back to the lab, and that has been the only time I have been happy to see a lab setup.
Soo in other words come on fellas, learn your unwritten rules, not everyday is a Baseball game.
Final Exams
As of this afternoon, following a few exams, the remainder of my final exams is as follows
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Calculus 2 - Dec. 9, 0645-0900
Government - Dec. 9, 1030-1230
Weapon SYS - Dec. 9, 1330-1530
Physics - Dec. 12, 1600-1800
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Wish me luck!
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Calculus 2 - Dec. 9, 0645-0900
Government - Dec. 9, 1030-1230
Weapon SYS - Dec. 9, 1330-1530
Physics - Dec. 12, 1600-1800
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Wish me luck!
Blogging hits close to home
Via Slashdot today I was informed that a Marquette student was suspended for a year for writing in his blog. Now I am not one to argure about fitst ammendment rights, but come on the guy was expressing his opinion, I mean you can show guys humping online, but a junior in college can't express his fealings on a topic. Click on over here for the full article.
And here's the Bottom Line
After a brief yet uncomfortable encounter in the bathroom,(more infor later), I sit in a new computer lab before physics class looking back on a the hardest semester I have ever had. While most of it was a blurr of studying, emotional roller coasters, or navy work.
One thing that most definatly sticks out in my mind, as what might have been the most influential factor of my current and future schooling to come, is Dr. Fraizer. Yes everybody knows I had him for pre calculus over the summer last year, but that was only for a short time, this time it has been for en entire semester. What can I say the man has a gift from god in teaching not only math but also life lessons. Somehow he can teach advanced math for engineers to a kid who barely passed Algebra II not two years ago.I bet next semester although I dont have him officially for any classes I'll probly sit in on of his other math classes, even if its Calculus II again, just to be around the guy. If my grades turn out like I hope they do, it will be in no small part thanks to Dr. Freddie Fraiser for somehow enstilling in me a work ethic I never knew before. I just can't speak highly enough about him.
With less then two days of class, exactly four more sessions (not that I am counting or anything) before class is officially over. A few more finals and this semester from hell will be over. In the mean time I keep tellin myself "just keep swimming just keep swimming swimming.......
One thing that most definatly sticks out in my mind, as what might have been the most influential factor of my current and future schooling to come, is Dr. Fraizer. Yes everybody knows I had him for pre calculus over the summer last year, but that was only for a short time, this time it has been for en entire semester. What can I say the man has a gift from god in teaching not only math but also life lessons. Somehow he can teach advanced math for engineers to a kid who barely passed Algebra II not two years ago.I bet next semester although I dont have him officially for any classes I'll probly sit in on of his other math classes, even if its Calculus II again, just to be around the guy. If my grades turn out like I hope they do, it will be in no small part thanks to Dr. Freddie Fraiser for somehow enstilling in me a work ethic I never knew before. I just can't speak highly enough about him.
With less then two days of class, exactly four more sessions (not that I am counting or anything) before class is officially over. A few more finals and this semester from hell will be over. In the mean time I keep tellin myself "just keep swimming just keep swimming swimming.......
They'l Fall in love
So far soo good. Two finals down and about six to go. The two finals I have done were in calculus, (there's a total of five finals in there). Anyway I got an A on part I, I think I did really well on part II, well just have to wait and see. Boy my grades have the potential to be really great this semester, (even with physics swirling around in the toilet). Well I have a few more days to study for the remainder of these babies, so to all of you out there who have yet to start your finals happy studying or for some of you cramming.
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