I should be doing a paper

I have been sitting here at my computer for about 5 hours now, and I have not gotten anything accomplished. I should be working on my paper that is due Monday for one of my other classes but I just don't feel like doing that. I know that tomorrow I will regret not working on it, but I just don't want to. So I figured I would get on here and write my blog for Thursday so I can get some work done for Thursday ahead of time. But as I sit here in this chair, with my fingers on the keyboard, I cannot think of anything to write about. This is either because I just don't feel like doing anything, or because my brain needs to take a mental night off. Do you ever just sit down at your computer and blank out not wanting to do anything? I think I would be able to get a lot more accomplished if they never created myspace, facebook, or aim. I find myself constantly checking these things for about fifteen minutes at a time. If I am not on myspace looking at my page, or my friends pages, I am on facebook doing the same thing. But if I am not doing either of these things, I am on aim looking at everyone's away messages just because it gives me something to do rather than homework. I believe that these things were created for college kids as a way to get away from school work but at the same time they cause way to much of a distraction to each and everyone of us. Now that this semester is almost over, it's starting to get to be crunch time and I still do not feel like doing anything but go home, relax and do no school work or no studying!

Is it just me?

Is it just me, or do the weekends seem to go by quicker than the weekdays? All week I look forward to either having my boyfriend come down for the weekend, or making my way home to stay for a couple of days. It seems like it takes forever for Thursday,(when I go home) or Friday(when my boyfriend to comes down here) to get here. Monday through Thursdays seem to drag on and on as if they were the turtle and as if the weekends were the rabbit, in a race. When I left to go home on Thursday, I was so excited just to be home in my own bed and to be able to be with my best friends and my family. Before I knew it, it was Monday again, and I did not want to come back. I believe that the college should give us at least two days off of school (not including the weekends) once every three or four weeks. Yeah true, we have the middle of December off all the way up until January 23rd and that is a lot of time. However, when you are in the semester, people tend to get so stressed and overwhelmed with all of the work being piled on by each subject, that it would be a good thing to let us go home for a couple days to get our stuff together and clear our minds. By being able to do this I think that students would do a lot better in school, and be a lot more focused. Because going home or just relaxing for Friday night, and Saturday night, is just not enough time for us. The weekends go by to fast, and before you know it you are right back sitting in the classrooms.

Procrastination

Procrastination, we all do it. But why do we procrastinate? A majority of us already feel overwhelmed with projects and assignments that are already due. So when we find out that we have something else do that is coming up, we feel as if we need to take a break for a couple days. If we do not take a break, then we will more than likely lose our minds. Or we will do poorly on the project if we start it right away because our minds are already burnout from all of the other things that we have had to do. Some people feel that when they wait till the last moment to do a project, that they do better on it than they would if they would have started it early. This is because people feel they produce better work under pressure. Also that they need that pressure of having to get it done before the next day, just to motivate themselves. This is because if they would have started it early, they would not be motivated to do well on it because they know it is not due soon. For some people, they could never procrastinate because they do not handle pressure well. Which in the end, makes their work turn out poor because they did not have enough time to think about what it is that they needed to get across in the project. For me, it all depends on the assignment. If I know that the project counts greatly towards my grade, I will start it way ahead of time. Otherwise I usually just wait a week before to do it.

Physical Education

I feel that Physical Education is an integral part of the total education program. Phys Ed is essential to developing physical fitness, a favorable self image, motor skills, and accepted personal behavior patterns. My job is to help kids develop the skills of throwing, catching, hitting, shooting, etc. I think the most important thing for all physical educators to know and understand is that we are not working to turn our students into professional athletes or groom kids to play on the varsity team one day. We are there to make sure that the students understand how important being physically fit is throughout their entire life. We must also work with them to develop the skills that will allow them to be active and, more importantly, successfully active for the rest of their lives. We, as educators, need to encourage lifetime fitness, create an environment so children enjoy physical activity, develop self confidence in our students, and promote sportsmanship by creating an environment of fair play. It is my job to do everything that I can to change the perception of physical education, whether it is in my future school, community or an even larger area. There is nothing more fulfilling than knowing that you helped a student raise their self-esteem by simply teaching them certain skills.

My "Niece" Kaelyn

Well I did get to meet my new "niece" last Thursday after classes. For those of you who didn't read my blog that I wrote a couple of days ago, Baby Time, my best friend had a baby. When I got there last Thursday I basically ran to the elevators as soon as I got into the hospital. My boyfriend was like "Alicia she is not going to go anywhere, you don't have to run." Yeah he was right that she was not going anywhere but I already had to wait a day to see her and I was very anxious to get up there to meet her. I picked up the phone on the second floor and was buzzed into the maternity hall. As I was walking by the nursery, I noticed that the blinds were down, so I bent down as low as possible and peered into the room. There in front of me was a little baby girl, with a pink hat on, laying in the crib basket. I turned to Joe and I was like" I wonder if that is her?" So I continued down the hallway until I was in front of room 205. This is it, I knocked on the door. As I entered the room my best friend, Courtney, told me that they should be bringing in the baby soon because they took her about forty-five minutes ago. Not even a minute later, they wheeled her into the room. She was wrapped tightly into two blankets. There she was looking as cute as can be, sleeping peacefully. As soon as I looked at her, my eyes started to water. "She is so beautiful, look at me I'm crying." Courtney laughed. I was so glad that she was healthy. We had a big scare because a four months ago she had been drinking, and did not know that she was pregnant. The following week, after this occurred, she was told she was pregnant. The doctor said if she kept drinking lots of fluids, it would wash out the alcohol. It did,thank god. The baby started to cry and Courtney picked her up and rocked her. She then handed her to me. I held her for over an hour, and even though my arm fell asleep, I continued to hold her because I had waited so long to see her. When she opened her eyes, i put my finger up to her hand and she grabbed onto it. This was so cute, and it is hard to believe how much you can love something so small, that you have just met. I lover her so much, and I am going to spoil her rotten.

Car Accident

My boyfriend, who is 20, practices and helps coach his former high school football team. This year, is the first year since 2001 that his high school had qualified for playoffs. This last Friday was their homecoming, where they beat a team 43-0 . This team had been through a couple injuries, where they had to move people out of their positions and place them in new ones. They had already lost a running back to a broken foot, and now had their starting quarterback taking over the running back position. Well their other good running back, was lost due to an injury Sat. morning. Saturday at five thirty in the morning, Brent got a phone call from his mother, asking him to bring the jeep home cause she needed it. Well Brent fell asleep at the wheel, went off the road, and flipped his jeep. My boyfriend's brother, who is also on the football team, got a phone call at eight in the morning. However, everyone was getting their stories mixed up and someone told him that the person in the accident was someone else. This person who they said it was, is extremely close to my boyfriend's family. They later found out that it was not him, but another one of their friends. Brent, ended up breaking three bones in his back, and shattered his pelvis. The doctors said they thought he would never be able to walk again due to all of the damage. However, we were told yesterday that he was gaining feeling back in his legs, which rose everyones' spirits. However, the team that has to go on to play Dodgeville without their starting QB and starting fullback and halfback. They have not been having the best of luck this year. The mother, is very upset and feels that this is all of her fault because she asked him to drive back so early in the morning.

Where is the heat?

I woke up this morning and it was about forty-five degrees outside and about thirty inside of my room. Why hasn't the heat kicked on? I messed around with the switch and the dial but nothing happened. I felt as if I was a Popsicle in a freezer, that has been sitting there forever. Waiting to become frostbitten. Why does the school not check into the heating systems before all of the students move into their dorms in August. Yes it is hot then and we should not need heaters, but what happens when it gets cold out like this morning? Half of the campus will be sick if they have to sleep in these cold conditions. If the students do get sick, then they will not attend classes, which hurts the college in the long run. I have talked to a couple of people and nothing has happened to make my heat work. Yeah maybe they have thought about fixing it, but thinking about it will not miraculously make the heater turn on. Our common room heater is working, so we tried to leave the our door open at night to absorb some of the heat, but then you have the idiots on your floor yelling at one thirty in the morning. What the heck are they thinking. I thought fire alarms were bad at six thirty in the morning. I never imagined that people could be rude and yell at the top of their lungs at that time of night. What they do not realize is that some of us here do not go out and party like they do 24/7, but focus on our work. The only way I would not mind their yelling, is if the air coming out of their mouth was warm enough to heat up the whole hallway.

Baby Time

It was 5:30 yesterday afternoon ( Wed), when I got the phone call. My best friend had gone into labor. I became very anxious and very upset at the same time. Here I was stuck at college, an hour away and unable to go home. This is because I had a test on thursday, that I needed to study for. The only thing I wanted was to go be there when she was having her. I wanted to be in the waiting room, when the doctor would come out. But no, I was stuck here. Infact, I am still stuck here. It is Thursday, and I am so anxious I just want to leave now, but I can't. This is because I have two more classes to go to until I can go home. Her name is Kaelyn Janet. She is seven pounds, twelve ounces. Two of my friends who had went to see her yesterday, had sent me a picture, and she is so adorable. As soon as I saw the picture I feel in love with that cute little chubby face, and button nose. I will tell you what, that baby will be so spoiled by me. She is practically my niece. Her mother and I are so close, that I know I am an aunt. It is amazing how much a baby, when brought into this world, can change the life of everyone around them. Even though they cry, scream, and you have to change their diaper, they bring such a joy to your life. So I sit here waiting impatiently for my next two classes to start and be done with. Of course since I want to leave so bad, these classes will seem twice as long.

D1 Sports cause of depression?

As athletes, we all dream of being able to play for a division one college someday. I know that I have, but I have always wanted to come here to Cortland. So are division one sports, all that they are cracked up to be? On of my best friends, was recruited out of a community college by a division one college, to go play volleyball. At first when she was being recruited, she was estatic. This is because she everyday she lived, breathed, and slept volleyball and being get her college education paid for by playing volleyball everday, was her dream. When she got to the school for her preseason, it was mostly about conditioning, and they very rarely touched a volleyball. However, she let it go and realized that this is what you do in preseason and that once they got started they would be able to at least pick a volleyball up at practice. A few weeks later, the games started and that is when things started going downhill. School work started piling on and there was not enough time between practices and games, to get them done in time. Every morning for volleyball they were required to get up at five in the morning, and begin running at six. After their run, they would have to go and work in the weight room until seven thirty. Then they were to go to classes, if they had them, right after. Around four o'clock everyday is when they would start practice, where they would continue to run. Practice would not get over at night until six thirty. Only leaving the players with a couple hours to do their homework, study, and try to get some sleep. However, this took a huge toll on all of the players, especially my friend. She started not getting enough sleep, became over tired, and eventually became sick. Her school work began to slip, and everything went downhill from there. As soon as her grades started to fall, and the coaches found out, the whole team had to run for these grades. It had gotten to the point where volleyball was no longer fun, and her health had gone down. She was losing weight constantly, and began getting depressed. This was all do to the pressure, and demand of a division one sport. She eventually ended up transfering out to a division three school, where she is doing a lot better. So my advice to you, if you are looking at playing for a D1 school, make sure you know what you are getting yourself into, and make sure you can handle it.

A cruel but not intentional joke

Ever since I was eight years old I have always wanted to have a Siberian husky puppy. They are my favor tie dog of all time. My dad however, said that after our dog passed on that we were not going to get anymore animals because he was sick of being the only one taking her out at night. Yes I can agree how that would get to be a pain in the butt, but while she was alive I was not old enough or brave enough to take her outside at night. Especially because we lived out in the sticks where there were lots of wild animals. However as I got older, I would have not been scared to do this. Anyways, every time my grandfather asked me what I wanted for my eighteenth birthday I told him how much I wanted a Siberian Husky. I would tell him "come on gramps, I'm your only blood granddaughter. I really want a Husky." Every time we would get together for family events I would always bring up wanting a Husky for my birthday and my grandpa would just chuckle. He would say that he can't get me a dog because he would not go against what my dad said about getting another dog. Well my birthday rolled around, and the family was coming over for our tradition birthday celebration. I was sitting in the recliner in the living room when I saw the back door to the porch open up. All of a sudden I saw a dog carrier crate. So I ran jumped over the table and opened the door. I was already in tears because I was so excited that my grandfather had actually gotten the one thing I have wanted most for the past nine years. Well when he walked in and set it down, I opened the door only to find a Siberian Husky stuffed animal sitting in there. I had gotten so excited to only have the dream ripped away in a matter of seconds. I was so heartbroken, and very upset. I was so upset that I made my grandfather sad. He felt very bad, but now when we look back on that day we laugh even though it was an unintentional cruel joke to play. But I still love my grandfather a lot.

How are sports important?

How can you love a sport so much? Most people believe that sports are a waste of time and money. That they do not help you in your future. This is where they are wrong. When you play a sport you learn so much, that you need to know how to do in the future to get you by. You learn the importance of teamwork, cooperation, and communication. All three of these things are so important to your future because no matter what work environment you are in you need to know how to work with your peers. You need to be able to communicate and let people know how you feel about something. You need to be able to cooperate with your co-workers by taking in their opinions positively and not shoot them down. Being a part of a sports team teaches you life lessons. When you lose a game, it teaches you how to understand what you need to work on for the next time a competition arises that you need to defeat. It teaches you discipline, and respect for your team and coach. When you are a part of a team, you are a part of a family. A family that works together and stays together to work through the toughest situations. A family that helps you get through the loses and celebrate the wins. It is such a good feeling and a great opportunity that I believe everyone should be a part of some time in their life. I have played sports since I was 4 years old and now that I have gotten to a four year school, I do not have any time to participate in the activities that I love most. I miss being a part of a team, a "family." I miss being able to accomplish tasks with other people, now I feel that without that feeling of a team, that I am in this world alone. Even though I am alone, I feel that I am prepared for this outside world because of everything sports have taught me.