Last night's fashion show

Last night on campus, there was a fashion show at Carnesecca Arena. The show included students from all classes modeling designer clothes of designers in which I have never heard of. The show started off as a disaster. Once a good amount of people were seated, all of a sudden the FIRE ALARM goes off and we are forced to evacuate the building. A lot of people were upset because the good seats they earned by coming early were taken from them by selfish people.

Once the show finally began an hour late, it looked as if things were going smooth. It wasn’t until the change of scenes in which the show was delayed tremendously. All in all the show was entertaining and enjoyable depending on how you made it. Next year, Lord willing, I will be apart of the fashion show. I would have to practice my walk because I don’t have a standard one yet. Modeling is new to me even though I’ve been told on numerous occasions that I have a “model’s frame.” Modeling would never be anything that I would take serious. It would only be a voluntary thing for fun or with friends. I don’t have a passion for it nor do I desire one.

This weekend....

This weekend for me was intended to be a nice relaxing and fun filled one. I had a very rough week with big projects and make up tests along with homework on my hands. At the end of the week, I was hoping to sit in my room and relax. I also planned on attending a concert on campus with music performances by recording artists Ne-yo, Juelz Santana, and Ciara. Instead of relaxing and being able to enjoy this, I have to finish one final English project.

Since this is a Thursday night, I will organize all of my work and then pull it together tomorrow during the day. I really do not want to be up at 4 or 5 in the morning the day of class finishing up a project I had a month and a half to complete. With one last hurdle and obstacle in my way, I intend to tackle with preciseness and in good time in order to help save my grade from what it originally was. I also like the concept of this 6 week project because the topics were picked by the students. I literally picked whatever topic I wanted and whatever I want to do to present it to the professor or class.

End of the Semester

As the semester draws near to a close, I sit back and think of how fast the year flew by. I still remember move in day like it was five minutes ago. A lot of people are now starting to crack down and finish up last minute assignments including myself. I have been spending endless hours in the library in order to avoid distractions and failing grades. My friends laugh at me because the first time I stepped foot into the library was within the last two weeks of school.

It’s a great feeling to know that I have one year of college already under my belt and out of the way. With the way this year past by, I’ll be out of college in no time. What I’ve learned this year is that college can be extremely difficult. It’s not often that you get a professor who actually cares about your grades and is willing to help you. I’m grateful to have been a beneficiary of a few professors who actually warned me that my grade was in danger instead of just letting me fail and find out on my own.

What I plan on doing for 1^st semester of my sophomore year is to begin working this hard from the 1^st day of school as opposed to the last week. My new hangout spot will be the library. Next year, I plan to spend time in the library each day to avoid distractions. When I was younger, the place I hated to be in the most was the library because I hated to read. I still hate reading to this day but I love how quiet the library is. While I’m in the library for 3 hours, it feels like I’ve gotten a week’s worth of work completed. I know next year that the key to a strong finish is a strong start.

Virgnia Tech Shootings

In recent news, a 23 year old student from Virginia Tech University went on a killing spree. The murderer began by killing his ex-girlfriend and her new boyfriend because she broke his heart. He then went on to shoot and kill 30 more people and lastly himself. The murderer also injured 21 other people during the massacre. This young man was said to be deranged and have anger issues. He also was labeled as a stalker and wrote gruesomely violent plays more extreme than those of Stephen King and Quentin Tarantino.

A mental issue is no justification for taking a life. In this instance, the young man took the lives of over 30 people. This massacre has gone down in history as the worst school shooting to date. My sympathy and compassion goes out to the families who were impacted by this terrible act. I also have sympathy for the murder’s family for the shame and humiliation brought to them by there relative. The murder’s grandfather stated, “I’d rather be dead than to have to live with this shame that he has brought to the family.”

This tragedy hits close to me because I have family down in Virginia. One of my first cousins has a host of friends that attend school there and could have been one of the victims. Thankfully, all of his friends were sparred and made it out with their lives. This tragic act shocked the nation. It shows how fast things in the world go and come. Just last week we sat in our homes bashing Imus and persecuting him for his snide remarks about the Rutgers woman’s basketball team. About a week later we sit in the same places in awe and bewilderment in regards to such a large scale act of hate amongst the youth. This tragedy shows you never know what an individual is thinking. One day you may make fun of a person and just think its playful harmless banter and the next day they can be on a killing spree punishing all those who hurt them.

"Astrology" poem

Astrology

I don’t discriminate with boys

Just be sweet, smart and fine

I’ve chilled with many races

But surely every sign

First I knew a Gemini

He had the same sign as me

And more game than a toy store

But nothing like a Pisces

I met a Capricorn on the block

Oh my, what a dancer

Didn’t like to sweet talk

Unlike a Cancer

If you want a long-term relationship

Stick to an Aquarius

But if you want him for the night

Find yourself a Sagittarius

Leos are hard to find

Because they’re one-women-men

Aries are the type to ditch you for your best friend

Libras are intelligent

And take pride in what they do

A Taurus would rather hit the streets

Than to cuddle up with you

Virgos are cool but to me

Nothing more than a brother

Scorpios are the type

You take home to meet your mother

12 personalities

12 different signs

12 different stories

Each one of a kind

C.C. McFarlan

I don’t believe in astrology or zodiac signs. I just find it interesting and intriguing for people to base their personality traits on a star constellation that was visible the night they were born. Some people actually use this astrology to guide them through their lives. What I really find interesting is in some cases, how close the person acts in regards to the signs description. For example, cancers are supposed to be big flirts or smooth talkers. My father is a cancer and its amazing how he thinks he’s such a smooth talker.

According to the author, Scorpios are supposed to be the type of guy you take home to meet your family. I find that interesting because I’m a Scorpio and have met many families. I get invites by the parent’s of my friends all the time. Sometimes it seems as if the parents want me around more then my friends do. I don’t believe that I’m friendly or that parents have a natural attraction to me based on “My zodiac sign.” It’s just interesting how something fake and made up worked out to be very similar for a good amount of people in the world.

"His Brown Eyes" poem

His Brown Eyes

What’s the first thing that I see

When he passes me by?

It’s not his clothes or his style

But his beautiful brown eyes

Those sweet honey-colored circles

That change colors sometimes

To molasses in the cold

And golden brown in the sunshine

There not hollow like others

They can tell you his life story

How they’re filled with dreams, ambition

Love, hope, and glory

I can stare into them forever

Because each minute brings a surprise

I can tell his every feeling

By looking into his beautiful brown eyes

C. C. McFarlan

Another poem about eyes; Well, this one refers to a specific type of eyes. The author chooses to right about one of her interest’s eyes. She describes the “Brown Eyes” as if there windows easily seen into. She explains how you can see his life stories, goals and aspirations while looking into his eyes. I wonder how someone will describe my eyes. I am not the average guy with blue or brown eyes. Instead, I have eyes that are so dark that they look black.

This is another part of the author’s writing that I find humorous. All throughout school, when people looked at or into my eyes, they’re first reaction was, “Wow, you have some black eyes. Your eyes are very dark.” I have been called a host of names such as the spawn of Satan or the devil’s son. The names don’t really bother me because my eyes are deeply dark. Most girls like light colored eyes but its funny how a lot of people in general are surprised once they look into my deep dark eyes. I’m really curious to see what other terms or words will be used to describe my black eyes one day. I don’t have any idea what the author of the description might say about my eyes seeing as how dark they are. Who knows? Maybe I’ll have to just write that for myself.

"In Your Eyes" poem

In Your Eyes

Heaven opens up its gates for me

Angels sing song through the skies

The world is at peace and the sun never sets

Every time I look in your eyes

My heart skips two beats

Butterflies in my stomach start to rise

I drift off into another dimension

Every time I look in your eyes

I can be myself now and forever

I no longer have to deal with lies

I fall in love all over again

Every time I look in your eyes

I’m filled with eternal happiness

It feels so good I can cry

I’d give up anything at the drop of a dime

Every time I look in your eyes

C. C. McFarlan

This poem is very different from the others because I don’t relate to it. I do admire it and the way it is written. Each time I read it, the poem gives me a feeling of tranquility and peace. The author obviously gets a warm feeling of completeness when she looks into the subjects eyes. I’ve never experienced feeling that way towards another person. The only times I can remember feeling anything similar to that is when I receive a good grade in a class, when the Lakers win a big game, or when I get new sneakers. I guess one day in the distant future, I’ll be able to say something along those lines in regards to another person.

As of now, I’ll stick to playing cards or basketball and school work. I really do not think I’m a good time manager so I know I won’t be able to balance a stable relationship and school work at the same time. This state of happiness will have to come to me from some other source. I feel as if I’m too young to feel that way about a girl anyway. The thing I find extremely humorous is that the author of this poem is a girl that’s younger than me. I guess this shows me that my theory of feelings and emotional maturity does not apply to everyone.