Shellfish, ass holes, extreme heat, mayonnaise, and a myriad of other food items, along with doing jail time, are just a few of the things that are simply not for me.
This blog is dedicated to people who feel that their authority takes precedence over common sense, and right and wrong.
I work in a field, that if caught in the wrong situation, with the wrong people, at the wrong time, it could result in my incarceration, and if you know me, you've often heard me say, "I will not do well in Jail" I simply will not. It can't happen.
So today, someone found themselves in the wrong situation, at the wrong time, BUT with the right person, that person being yours truly. I did not feel comfortable in the position, and so I voiced my opinion, as I would do in any uncomfortable situation. Voicing my opinion, was taken to mean that I'm undermining authority and stepping outside my boundaries...BITCH..my boundaries will not be confined to Her Majesty's Prison, so when you're ready to come correctly, you do that. Overstepping my boundaries? Pardon me? I have the right to refuse ANY and ALL of your requests IF I feel a certain level of discomfort with any of them.
Why do people feel that because they have a title before or after their name they can take advantage of those "below" them? Why is it that they feel this title makes them the last shit on earth, the kind that doesn't have an odor, when in fact, it's more pungent than any I've ever had a whiff of myself? Furthermore, I'm entirely uncertain as to why this person would think to even TRY and assume that I would do some foolishness like this, must've forgotten! I'm not like the rest, that needs not be forgotten!
Anyway, I digress. All things for a reason right? God makes no mistakes, so I know at the end of the day, all will be well.
P.S. It's good to be back! Pardon my neglect..but I'm back now, and ready to start anew..
This has been Collegeguy.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
I feel good.
So over the past few days, I've been doing some soul searching, trying to understand why I do what I do, and if I'm doing it for the right reasons. I've come to the conclusion that I've been put here to do special things for people, to be an encouragement to others, all the while lifting up the name of God. In order to do that, I realized I had to be true to myself, and to the ones I love, and love me back. And so I did.
There's no feeling like acceptance from your loved ones, and those I call friends prove that to me everyday. Especially recently. I revealed a "me" that most of them had no idea about, and now they do, and it's as though nothing ever happened, not in the sense that they're ignoring that aspect of me, rather, they're simply not letting it get in the way of our friendship and growth.
To that end I feel good. To have the love and support of loved ones is a great feeling.
At the same time, even if our loved ones don't support every decision we make in our lives, whether or not it affects them directly, we must always remain true to ourselves, keeping in mind that no one can love you better than you. True self love is irreplacable. Love yourself, and be true to yourself lovies, that's the moral for today's story.
This has been Collegeguy.
There's no feeling like acceptance from your loved ones, and those I call friends prove that to me everyday. Especially recently. I revealed a "me" that most of them had no idea about, and now they do, and it's as though nothing ever happened, not in the sense that they're ignoring that aspect of me, rather, they're simply not letting it get in the way of our friendship and growth.
To that end I feel good. To have the love and support of loved ones is a great feeling.
At the same time, even if our loved ones don't support every decision we make in our lives, whether or not it affects them directly, we must always remain true to ourselves, keeping in mind that no one can love you better than you. True self love is irreplacable. Love yourself, and be true to yourself lovies, that's the moral for today's story.
This has been Collegeguy.
Friday, May 8, 2009
It seems like forever...
Hey everyone, please forgive me for my loooong absence. So much has been going on in the past few weeks, and I've ended up neglecting some of my regular activities, for example my blog. But I'm back now, and I hope that I can continue to give you quality and entertaining tid bits to read. Looking forward to it.
This has been Collegeguy.
This has been Collegeguy.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
I finally feel like me.
Hey, so time is running out faster than I could have ever imagined it would. April 23rd is getting closer and closer, and I have bitter sweet feelings about my return home. Of course I miss my family and friends and a few other special people in my life, but I've met new friends here too, formed networks, and have gotten very comfortable in this new environment, but alas, all good things must come to an end and I've come to terms with that.
What amazes me is that only now, have I actually begun to be me. At first, as I've mentioned before, things weren't really going my way, academically at least. The grades I got were not representative of what I normally achieve, and I was worried, rightfully so, I think. I wondered what the problem was, could it be that I'm just not as intellectually gifted as I thought I was? Was it the new school and all the new teaching methods and such? Could it be that I missed home more than I realized? I think that all of these factors played a role in my not doing as well as I could've in the beginning, but things are starting to take a turn for the better. I'm doing much better in two of my classes, one is still a challenge, but hard work has paid off before, and I'm sure it will again. I'm excited again! I'm finally getting grades I always knew I could, and I'm happy.
Other exciting news is that I made The Chronicle Herald! Yay!! I wrote a Letter to the Editor, and it was published! As I understand it, not just ANY letter to the editor is published, it has to be of reasonably good quality, so you can imagine my excitement and utter glee when I saw that mine made the cut. Here's a link to the letter, take a gander and let me know what you think.
http://thechronicleherald.ca/Letters/1111888.html
In other news, I'm travelling to Halifax this weekend for Caribanza which is a banquet/formal event which includes Caribbean students from the different Universities throughout Halifax. It's hosted by St. Mary's University and Dalhousie University. I'm looking forward to it, as I'll have the opportunity to explore Halifax "Proper", if you will, meet new friends, and see old ones.
Oh, and SPRING IS HERE! The snow is melting, and I'm already missing the cold. But I can tell that it's going to be a beautiful spring though, the birds are all happy and chirping, and the people here are all excited! It's still a bit chippy, but the students are all dressed down, flip flops here, short pants there, tank tops there again, it's amazing how things change so quickly.
Anyway, I have to go now. Take care!
This has been Collegeguy.
What amazes me is that only now, have I actually begun to be me. At first, as I've mentioned before, things weren't really going my way, academically at least. The grades I got were not representative of what I normally achieve, and I was worried, rightfully so, I think. I wondered what the problem was, could it be that I'm just not as intellectually gifted as I thought I was? Was it the new school and all the new teaching methods and such? Could it be that I missed home more than I realized? I think that all of these factors played a role in my not doing as well as I could've in the beginning, but things are starting to take a turn for the better. I'm doing much better in two of my classes, one is still a challenge, but hard work has paid off before, and I'm sure it will again. I'm excited again! I'm finally getting grades I always knew I could, and I'm happy.
Other exciting news is that I made The Chronicle Herald! Yay!! I wrote a Letter to the Editor, and it was published! As I understand it, not just ANY letter to the editor is published, it has to be of reasonably good quality, so you can imagine my excitement and utter glee when I saw that mine made the cut. Here's a link to the letter, take a gander and let me know what you think.
http://thechronicleherald.ca/Letters/1111888.html
In other news, I'm travelling to Halifax this weekend for Caribanza which is a banquet/formal event which includes Caribbean students from the different Universities throughout Halifax. It's hosted by St. Mary's University and Dalhousie University. I'm looking forward to it, as I'll have the opportunity to explore Halifax "Proper", if you will, meet new friends, and see old ones.
Oh, and SPRING IS HERE! The snow is melting, and I'm already missing the cold. But I can tell that it's going to be a beautiful spring though, the birds are all happy and chirping, and the people here are all excited! It's still a bit chippy, but the students are all dressed down, flip flops here, short pants there, tank tops there again, it's amazing how things change so quickly.
Anyway, I have to go now. Take care!
This has been Collegeguy.
Monday, March 9, 2009
Things to know..
So, I'm a little past the half way mark on my journey, and there are some 44 days or so left. Spring break is done, and the first half of the semester did not really go my way, but I've decided that I will be the master of my fate, and try to make the most of my experience here, academically at least, socially, I'm doing better than I'd ever imagined..but that's later on.
Adjusting to any type of new situation in life can be difficult, and can sometimes prove to be overwhelming, but as we get further and further vested into our new situations, we find ways to make do, it's just what we do. I'd just like to take this time to offer a bit of friendly and necessary advice if you were to ever travel to Canada, or some place with a similar climate.
First of all, don't believe the hype. It's cold, but it's not THAT cold. Before I left to come here, I was advised that one GOOD winter coat would suffice, along of course with a few sweaters and clothing that can serve as layers, but of course this did not happen. I allowed my dear sweet mother, and other friends to influence me, clouding my better judgement, and over packed, bringing a lot of unnecessary items. Seriously, a GOOD winter coat, which will be a bit costly, but totally worth it ,along with clothing that can serve as layering, will suffice. Clothing that can serve as layers can be purchased from anywhere, but I made my purchases from Old Navy, they were pretty inexpensive, and proved to do the job just right. You want to pick up long sleeve shirts, or pull overs that aren't too heavy, but can warm you up.
A good winter coat will be costly as I've mentioned before, but keep in mind that you want to avoid getting sick, and also think of it as an investment, you never know when you'll end up in Canada again, or somewhere with a similar climate. They roughly range from around 100 - 200.00 dollars, depending on the brand, size, and quality.
Another thing to be conscious of is the amount of clothing you bring, especially if travelling for education purposes. If you're going to school for a semester, or for 4 years, it really doesn't seem to make a difference, there's no need to bring your entire wardrobe, trust me, you'll find things where you're going to wear over time...TRUST me. Lol.
Long Johns: These are essential as well, oh, and please, get the right size. I got a pair, and oh my...not the right size at all. Don't get your regular size, they're really snug, so you may want to purchase them one or two sizes too big, depending on your body size.
Boots: Please get a good pair of boots. Ensure that they are winter boots, and not fashion boots, Gentlemen, a nice rugged pair of Timbalands will do just fine, Ladies I'm not entirely sure which brand will work best for you, but you want to make sure that they have thick soles, and can stand the water, and make sure they have a good grip as well, falling down on ice is not something you want to do.
Personal Care items: soap, toothepaste, deodarant etc, please there's no need to bring the entire Wal-mart with you, those things are universally sold, of course you should come with a travel pack size of everything just until you're settled in, and maybe one or two extra things as you deem necessary, but it's not as if the place you're going won't have them. The lighter you travel, the less hassle you'll have at the airport, and the less stress you'll incur. This advice is for both males and females, we all know our bodies, and females, yes I know your hair can be a big deal, but get a nice simple style that you think can last for at least a month, there may not be a hair stylist that meets your standards nearby, but rest assured that all will indeed be well.
One of our most natural concerns as human beings going into new situations and new environments is "will they like me?" Most likely they will, a lot of us don't want to admit it, but we do want to be accepted, and generally liked, of course there will be some that don't but that's ok, for the most part, you'll do just fine.
Also too, find your roots, get to know your Bahamian counterparts, if not all, some. Become familiarized with them because they know what you need to, who knows? Perhaps it can lead to new found friendships that can last for a lifetime.
Finally, be thankful. There are many people that would love to be where I'm at, and where you could one day be. Always be thankful, both to God, and to the people that afforded you the opportunity in the first place. Afterall, no one likes ungrateful people. That's never sexy. Let me just say it again, just in case, after all, you can never be too thankful...Thank you COB, and Mr. Russell for allowing me to spread my wings in a way that I could not have done at this time without your assistance. I am truly grateful for your time, efforts, support and words of encouragement over the past three months.
Finally again, lol, come prepared to have a BLAST. I've done so many things since I've been here, and the fun just seems to keep coming. Fashion shows, ski trips, meeting new friends, late night talks, it's truly an experience like no other.
This has been collegeguy.
Adjusting to any type of new situation in life can be difficult, and can sometimes prove to be overwhelming, but as we get further and further vested into our new situations, we find ways to make do, it's just what we do. I'd just like to take this time to offer a bit of friendly and necessary advice if you were to ever travel to Canada, or some place with a similar climate.
First of all, don't believe the hype. It's cold, but it's not THAT cold. Before I left to come here, I was advised that one GOOD winter coat would suffice, along of course with a few sweaters and clothing that can serve as layers, but of course this did not happen. I allowed my dear sweet mother, and other friends to influence me, clouding my better judgement, and over packed, bringing a lot of unnecessary items. Seriously, a GOOD winter coat, which will be a bit costly, but totally worth it ,along with clothing that can serve as layering, will suffice. Clothing that can serve as layers can be purchased from anywhere, but I made my purchases from Old Navy, they were pretty inexpensive, and proved to do the job just right. You want to pick up long sleeve shirts, or pull overs that aren't too heavy, but can warm you up.
A good winter coat will be costly as I've mentioned before, but keep in mind that you want to avoid getting sick, and also think of it as an investment, you never know when you'll end up in Canada again, or somewhere with a similar climate. They roughly range from around 100 - 200.00 dollars, depending on the brand, size, and quality.
Another thing to be conscious of is the amount of clothing you bring, especially if travelling for education purposes. If you're going to school for a semester, or for 4 years, it really doesn't seem to make a difference, there's no need to bring your entire wardrobe, trust me, you'll find things where you're going to wear over time...TRUST me. Lol.
Long Johns: These are essential as well, oh, and please, get the right size. I got a pair, and oh my...not the right size at all. Don't get your regular size, they're really snug, so you may want to purchase them one or two sizes too big, depending on your body size.
Boots: Please get a good pair of boots. Ensure that they are winter boots, and not fashion boots, Gentlemen, a nice rugged pair of Timbalands will do just fine, Ladies I'm not entirely sure which brand will work best for you, but you want to make sure that they have thick soles, and can stand the water, and make sure they have a good grip as well, falling down on ice is not something you want to do.
Personal Care items: soap, toothepaste, deodarant etc, please there's no need to bring the entire Wal-mart with you, those things are universally sold, of course you should come with a travel pack size of everything just until you're settled in, and maybe one or two extra things as you deem necessary, but it's not as if the place you're going won't have them. The lighter you travel, the less hassle you'll have at the airport, and the less stress you'll incur. This advice is for both males and females, we all know our bodies, and females, yes I know your hair can be a big deal, but get a nice simple style that you think can last for at least a month, there may not be a hair stylist that meets your standards nearby, but rest assured that all will indeed be well.
One of our most natural concerns as human beings going into new situations and new environments is "will they like me?" Most likely they will, a lot of us don't want to admit it, but we do want to be accepted, and generally liked, of course there will be some that don't but that's ok, for the most part, you'll do just fine.
Also too, find your roots, get to know your Bahamian counterparts, if not all, some. Become familiarized with them because they know what you need to, who knows? Perhaps it can lead to new found friendships that can last for a lifetime.
Finally, be thankful. There are many people that would love to be where I'm at, and where you could one day be. Always be thankful, both to God, and to the people that afforded you the opportunity in the first place. Afterall, no one likes ungrateful people. That's never sexy. Let me just say it again, just in case, after all, you can never be too thankful...Thank you COB, and Mr. Russell for allowing me to spread my wings in a way that I could not have done at this time without your assistance. I am truly grateful for your time, efforts, support and words of encouragement over the past three months.
Finally again, lol, come prepared to have a BLAST. I've done so many things since I've been here, and the fun just seems to keep coming. Fashion shows, ski trips, meeting new friends, late night talks, it's truly an experience like no other.
This has been collegeguy.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
I Am Not My Hair
So attached to this note, is a picture of me, adorning my latest hair style and expressing my anger and "fed-up-ness" at this world we live in today. India Aire has a song entitled "I am not my hair" and the chorus goes:
I will admit that although the style is nice, it is a BIT unflattering on me, but I am in the middle of a process, that process is locking. I want locks. With that said, I'll begin my story.
I showed this picture to a very trusted friend today, someone that I look up to, respect, love unconditionally, would give my life for, and she asked me exactly what I was trying to prove. I said well I'm not sure I understand what you are getting at, I'm not trying to prove anything, this is one of the steps I have to take in order to get my end result, as with any process in this life. We got into a GIGANTIC "discussion" about my hair, whether or not I will be able to work with it, and the issue of why I was doing it came up. I said well because it's something that I always wanted to try, I've just always wanted to do it. That makes no sense she says, you can't provide a good reason for doing it, so you shouldn't do it. Well the last time I checked, doing something that I want to do is more than reason enough. Fine she says, but what will people say? Only people who is drink and smoke and shoot up the place lock their hair. Now I HAD to jump on that. In my opinion that statement EPITOMIZES ignorance. How can you sit there and actually say such a thing? Are you telling me that EVERY SINGLE individual with dred locks smokes, they all drink, and they all have an insanely vast criminal record? Please, please provide the evidence. "What will everyone say?" she asked.."lawd he gone foreign and come back rasta..dese young chirren ain gat no guidance". Well I'm sorry to say, but as long as human beings live and breathe, they will be insecure. That is something that will never go away. Further, it matters not the way I wear my hair, I could be bald for heaven's sake, and people would still have their 5 cents to add, as if I asked for an opinion.
It saddens me though, that in THIS day, a day of advances in technology unfathomable by my grandparents, and their children even, that HAIR is left to determine the man. My hair has NOTHING to do with who I am as an individual. It does not determine my measure as a man, it does not determine the choices I make, and it most certainly does not make me any more or less the Amad you knew without dred locks. We talk about equality, and justice for all, etc, yet, a man is criticized for the choices he makes in life, regardless of how big or small they may be. Is the woman who strips at night to feed her baby a bad person? Is the young man selling news papers on the road to pay his tuition yet another worthless drop out? We will never know will we? We don't bother to find out why people do the things they do, we simply judge, lable and condemn. I'm not trying to compare my simple choice to the more life altering ones that others may have to make in life, but the fact still remains, it's a CHOICE. If I choose to wear my hair in a fashion that is "unacceptable" to you, does that make me any less Amad? The quality of my person is not diminished, nor is the quality of my work.
I long for the day when all judgement and persecution for silly things can stop, I long for a day when an individual can be simply that; an individual without fear of condemnation. Perhaps I'm longing for something that will never happen. Regardless of what happens, the one thing I know is that I am NOT my hair.
"Emancipate yourself from mental slavery, none but us can free our minds." An open minded person lives a freer life. Think about it.
I am not my hair
I am not this skin
I am not your expectations no no
I am not my hair
I am not this skin
I am a soul that lives within
I will admit that although the style is nice, it is a BIT unflattering on me, but I am in the middle of a process, that process is locking. I want locks. With that said, I'll begin my story.
I showed this picture to a very trusted friend today, someone that I look up to, respect, love unconditionally, would give my life for, and she asked me exactly what I was trying to prove. I said well I'm not sure I understand what you are getting at, I'm not trying to prove anything, this is one of the steps I have to take in order to get my end result, as with any process in this life. We got into a GIGANTIC "discussion" about my hair, whether or not I will be able to work with it, and the issue of why I was doing it came up. I said well because it's something that I always wanted to try, I've just always wanted to do it. That makes no sense she says, you can't provide a good reason for doing it, so you shouldn't do it. Well the last time I checked, doing something that I want to do is more than reason enough. Fine she says, but what will people say? Only people who is drink and smoke and shoot up the place lock their hair. Now I HAD to jump on that. In my opinion that statement EPITOMIZES ignorance. How can you sit there and actually say such a thing? Are you telling me that EVERY SINGLE individual with dred locks smokes, they all drink, and they all have an insanely vast criminal record? Please, please provide the evidence. "What will everyone say?" she asked.."lawd he gone foreign and come back rasta..dese young chirren ain gat no guidance". Well I'm sorry to say, but as long as human beings live and breathe, they will be insecure. That is something that will never go away. Further, it matters not the way I wear my hair, I could be bald for heaven's sake, and people would still have their 5 cents to add, as if I asked for an opinion.
It saddens me though, that in THIS day, a day of advances in technology unfathomable by my grandparents, and their children even, that HAIR is left to determine the man. My hair has NOTHING to do with who I am as an individual. It does not determine my measure as a man, it does not determine the choices I make, and it most certainly does not make me any more or less the Amad you knew without dred locks. We talk about equality, and justice for all, etc, yet, a man is criticized for the choices he makes in life, regardless of how big or small they may be. Is the woman who strips at night to feed her baby a bad person? Is the young man selling news papers on the road to pay his tuition yet another worthless drop out? We will never know will we? We don't bother to find out why people do the things they do, we simply judge, lable and condemn. I'm not trying to compare my simple choice to the more life altering ones that others may have to make in life, but the fact still remains, it's a CHOICE. If I choose to wear my hair in a fashion that is "unacceptable" to you, does that make me any less Amad? The quality of my person is not diminished, nor is the quality of my work.
I long for the day when all judgement and persecution for silly things can stop, I long for a day when an individual can be simply that; an individual without fear of condemnation. Perhaps I'm longing for something that will never happen. Regardless of what happens, the one thing I know is that I am NOT my hair.
"Emancipate yourself from mental slavery, none but us can free our minds." An open minded person lives a freer life. Think about it.
An expression of my anger and fed-up-ness.
Friday, February 27, 2009
Do We even have to wonder?
So, I recently watched a documentary entitled "The Diary of a Tired Black Man" and in this documentary a man was being filmed, as he went around asking women and men of a variety of different ethnicities and races what they thought the problem with black men was. Why is it the black man is so highly disregarded among women was one of the questions he asked.
This documentary was more than interesting to me, as I am a black man myself. Throughout the documentary the lives of a couple and their friends were documented as well, and it was amazing to see how women treat men, not just black men, but men as a species in general.
In the documentary they complained about how men are dogs, and they're insensitive, and they talk down to you, don't women do these things as well? The issue of single parent homes was brought up, and a lot of the people in the documentary said that in order for anyone to be raised properly, they need the guidance of both parents in the homes. A very salient point, this stood out to me very much, and I thought about this phenomena from a Bahamian perspective.
Let's bring it home for a minute. In the Bahamas there are a considerable amount of single parent homes, in which some of the children turn out just fine, and in some others, they're not as lucky. In my opinion however, it is not the fact that the child is raised in a single parent home that he or she has turned out "wrong" it is because of the parent.
Wait, wait, hear me out. I have personally witnessed women tell their sons, "you ga be just like ya pa, good fa nuttin" or, "you no good just like ya ole worthless daddy", then what about the households with the little girls in them. Some of them are exposed to mommy sleeping with Tom, Dick, Harry, Peter and Larry, and each one is responsible for a different bill, how is that little girl supposed to respect her mother, how else do you expect her to end up? She is going to do the very same things her mother did, and she won't be respected, as she won't know how to respect herself and her body.
We wonder why there is so much crime amongst our nation, and why the National Average can't move, we wonder why the AIDS count climbs every year, and why the church is no longer seen as a place of Holiness, stop wondering people, the answer is LUCIDLY clear. It's because of us. The way we do things. How are we expecting our children to lead or nation when we can't do it ourselves?
We have to change the way we speak to our babies, "you so dumb" "ya black ugly self" if you are CONSTANTLY exposed to this type of verbal abuse throughout your life, what do you expect the outcome to be?
I myself am a tired Black man, tired of people condemning the entire species because of a few bad experiences you may have had. If you're so pissed off at us, if you so badly want a "good man" realize one when you see him, rather than talking down to your sons and nephews and brothers, uplift them, encourage them, speak life into them. A good man isn't someone that beats the crap out of you "because he loves you", a good man isn't someone who cheats on you with your sister or best friend, on the same token though, a strong woman, as this was an argument presented in the film, they said that men can't handle strong black women. I have to say, there is a huge difference between strong and ignorant. Being a strong black woman does not mean cursing and carrying on every opporutnity you get, it does not mean having 6 different men to "handle your business" it does not mean insulting your sons because of the mistakes his father made, a man you laid with enough times to make 3 or 4 DIFFERENT babies, come on man, how silly can we be?
I am sick and tired of being typecasted a "dog" because of the way you've been treated, I am not him, and he is not me, what gives you the right to categorize me? In every situation in life, whenever things happen to us, and they don't go the way we planned, we need to sit back, analyze the situation, and see what went wrong, that doesn't mean cast blame, that means exactly what it says, analyze the situation and see what went wrong. Look at the situation objectively and figure out what both you and the other person did wrong, AVOID these same mistakes in the future, and move forward with a clean slate. Carrying your previous woes into a future relationship will only end in failure.
Lastly, we have to become an uplifting, enlightening people. Bob Marley said in a song, "Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery, none but us can free our minds". That is so true. The only person that bounds us is ourselves. We have to learn to forgive, become a more peaceful people, encourage our fallen brothers, how else do we expect answers? How else do we expect them to be our leaders? If we don't then do we even have to wonder why our people are the way they are?
This has been Collegeguy.
This documentary was more than interesting to me, as I am a black man myself. Throughout the documentary the lives of a couple and their friends were documented as well, and it was amazing to see how women treat men, not just black men, but men as a species in general.
In the documentary they complained about how men are dogs, and they're insensitive, and they talk down to you, don't women do these things as well? The issue of single parent homes was brought up, and a lot of the people in the documentary said that in order for anyone to be raised properly, they need the guidance of both parents in the homes. A very salient point, this stood out to me very much, and I thought about this phenomena from a Bahamian perspective.
Let's bring it home for a minute. In the Bahamas there are a considerable amount of single parent homes, in which some of the children turn out just fine, and in some others, they're not as lucky. In my opinion however, it is not the fact that the child is raised in a single parent home that he or she has turned out "wrong" it is because of the parent.
Wait, wait, hear me out. I have personally witnessed women tell their sons, "you ga be just like ya pa, good fa nuttin" or, "you no good just like ya ole worthless daddy", then what about the households with the little girls in them. Some of them are exposed to mommy sleeping with Tom, Dick, Harry, Peter and Larry, and each one is responsible for a different bill, how is that little girl supposed to respect her mother, how else do you expect her to end up? She is going to do the very same things her mother did, and she won't be respected, as she won't know how to respect herself and her body.
We wonder why there is so much crime amongst our nation, and why the National Average can't move, we wonder why the AIDS count climbs every year, and why the church is no longer seen as a place of Holiness, stop wondering people, the answer is LUCIDLY clear. It's because of us. The way we do things. How are we expecting our children to lead or nation when we can't do it ourselves?
We have to change the way we speak to our babies, "you so dumb" "ya black ugly self" if you are CONSTANTLY exposed to this type of verbal abuse throughout your life, what do you expect the outcome to be?
I myself am a tired Black man, tired of people condemning the entire species because of a few bad experiences you may have had. If you're so pissed off at us, if you so badly want a "good man" realize one when you see him, rather than talking down to your sons and nephews and brothers, uplift them, encourage them, speak life into them. A good man isn't someone that beats the crap out of you "because he loves you", a good man isn't someone who cheats on you with your sister or best friend, on the same token though, a strong woman, as this was an argument presented in the film, they said that men can't handle strong black women. I have to say, there is a huge difference between strong and ignorant. Being a strong black woman does not mean cursing and carrying on every opporutnity you get, it does not mean having 6 different men to "handle your business" it does not mean insulting your sons because of the mistakes his father made, a man you laid with enough times to make 3 or 4 DIFFERENT babies, come on man, how silly can we be?
I am sick and tired of being typecasted a "dog" because of the way you've been treated, I am not him, and he is not me, what gives you the right to categorize me? In every situation in life, whenever things happen to us, and they don't go the way we planned, we need to sit back, analyze the situation, and see what went wrong, that doesn't mean cast blame, that means exactly what it says, analyze the situation and see what went wrong. Look at the situation objectively and figure out what both you and the other person did wrong, AVOID these same mistakes in the future, and move forward with a clean slate. Carrying your previous woes into a future relationship will only end in failure.
Lastly, we have to become an uplifting, enlightening people. Bob Marley said in a song, "Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery, none but us can free our minds". That is so true. The only person that bounds us is ourselves. We have to learn to forgive, become a more peaceful people, encourage our fallen brothers, how else do we expect answers? How else do we expect them to be our leaders? If we don't then do we even have to wonder why our people are the way they are?
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The many faces of Skiing.
Ever been skiing? I have. It's one of the most amazing things I have ever experienced in my entire life. It was awesome.
On my way to the ski rink, I was a bit nervous, a million thoughts were racing through my head, what if I fall and hurt myself? What if I end up, somehow off of the ramp, into some ditch somewhere and die? What if one of my skis comes loose and I break a leg..all semi irrational, but hey..I was nervous. So I arrive, and I look around, and I see all the babies skiing, some alone, some with their parents, and I'm like well ok Amad, if they can do it, then by George so can you.
Gave myself a little pep talk, said a nice prayer, and all was well. My first attempt was ok, not very impressive, but it was ok, but by the end of the day, oh my..I was indeed THE best skier that had ever lived. Well maybe not THE best,but I was pretty good.
I never realized just how liberating it would be. I felt like a different person when I left the ski rink. I had done something I was afraid to do, and while I was up there I had a lot of time to think about stuff, different things that have been bothering me lately. It was indeed, truly amazing.
I recommend that all people should go skiing at least once in their lifetime, you'll have a blast.
This has been Collegeguy.
On my way to the ski rink, I was a bit nervous, a million thoughts were racing through my head, what if I fall and hurt myself? What if I end up, somehow off of the ramp, into some ditch somewhere and die? What if one of my skis comes loose and I break a leg..all semi irrational, but hey..I was nervous. So I arrive, and I look around, and I see all the babies skiing, some alone, some with their parents, and I'm like well ok Amad, if they can do it, then by George so can you.
Gave myself a little pep talk, said a nice prayer, and all was well. My first attempt was ok, not very impressive, but it was ok, but by the end of the day, oh my..I was indeed THE best skier that had ever lived. Well maybe not THE best,but I was pretty good.
I never realized just how liberating it would be. I felt like a different person when I left the ski rink. I had done something I was afraid to do, and while I was up there I had a lot of time to think about stuff, different things that have been bothering me lately. It was indeed, truly amazing.
I recommend that all people should go skiing at least once in their lifetime, you'll have a blast.
This has been Collegeguy.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Seriously?
Oh! I forgot to tell you! So last night, I'm laying in my bed, JUST getting settled, ready to go to sleep, and I heard a noise, it was indistinctive, so I ruled it out, and like A HALF A SECOND later, a sound like no other. It was horrible, I don't even know how to explain it. It was the fire alarm, my first thought was is this for real?
"Come on, you don't wanna get burned right?" One girl said to me...burned? What the hell? I don't even see no smoke, how will I get burned? Anyway, I went downstairs in the FREEZING cold. All the while thinking, if the idiot who did this is still alive he or she is going to pay.
Apparently, the dorm I live in has the weakest smoke detectors ever, and so showering could set them off, seriously. So we're downstairs, FREEZING, and the safey and security guys are like ok, move it over here, we have to access the situation...well I already knew what the deal was, some pot head had been smoking again, and set off the alarms.
I SWEAR I could be psychic. I was right. If you know the smoke detectors are weak, why do you INSIST on smoking in your room? Taking me out of my nice, warm, accustomed to my body, bed. That's not sexy at all.
Anyway, so the guy who was getting high got found out supposedly, all's well. But seriously man, 1:00 a.m you gettin high and disturbin my rest? Not sexy at all.
This has been collegeguy.
"Come on, you don't wanna get burned right?" One girl said to me...burned? What the hell? I don't even see no smoke, how will I get burned? Anyway, I went downstairs in the FREEZING cold. All the while thinking, if the idiot who did this is still alive he or she is going to pay.
Apparently, the dorm I live in has the weakest smoke detectors ever, and so showering could set them off, seriously. So we're downstairs, FREEZING, and the safey and security guys are like ok, move it over here, we have to access the situation...well I already knew what the deal was, some pot head had been smoking again, and set off the alarms.
I SWEAR I could be psychic. I was right. If you know the smoke detectors are weak, why do you INSIST on smoking in your room? Taking me out of my nice, warm, accustomed to my body, bed. That's not sexy at all.
Anyway, so the guy who was getting high got found out supposedly, all's well. But seriously man, 1:00 a.m you gettin high and disturbin my rest? Not sexy at all.
This has been collegeguy.
Oh Canada!
So I'm in the second month already..can you believe it? In no time it'll be back to insane traffic and high temperatures. Time is going so fast.
If I'm to be honest with myself, I'd have to say that things are not going the way I planned. Well academically at least, I got two C's on two of my midterms, I know, I know..totally unacceptable. I can't understand it. Well maybe I can, I didn't study hard enough, but things are REALLY different here, sounds like I'm making excuses, but seriously they are. Takes a bit of getting used to, as does any new situation and change in life right? I'll get through it though, I always do.
On a lighter note, it's SPRING BREAK!! WOO HOO!! I'm going to have my first "Canadian Experience"this week, I'm going snow boarding, that should be exciting, can't wait for that. Other than that, I guess I'll just be home, enjoying the snow and such, I love it soo much, it's freaky sometimes. I'd much prefer living here, than home, simply because I don't sweat. It's the BEST feeling ever! Lol...anyway, I'm rambling. It's amazing how time flies when you're having fun.
This has been collegeguy
If I'm to be honest with myself, I'd have to say that things are not going the way I planned. Well academically at least, I got two C's on two of my midterms, I know, I know..totally unacceptable. I can't understand it. Well maybe I can, I didn't study hard enough, but things are REALLY different here, sounds like I'm making excuses, but seriously they are. Takes a bit of getting used to, as does any new situation and change in life right? I'll get through it though, I always do.
On a lighter note, it's SPRING BREAK!! WOO HOO!! I'm going to have my first "Canadian Experience"this week, I'm going snow boarding, that should be exciting, can't wait for that. Other than that, I guess I'll just be home, enjoying the snow and such, I love it soo much, it's freaky sometimes. I'd much prefer living here, than home, simply because I don't sweat. It's the BEST feeling ever! Lol...anyway, I'm rambling. It's amazing how time flies when you're having fun.
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If this isn't love, tell me what it is..
Love is a powerful thing, is it not? It makes us do silly things, that somehow in retrospect we probably would never do again, or thought, really? What is THAT severe? Well sometimes it could be, sometimes love clouds all judgement, and we do things, totally irrational, out of character things. All in the name of love.
I know of a girl, who's comtemplating suicide, because her boyfriend left her- again. It's one thing to be in love, or to love someone, but it's another thing to be stupid. Perhaps love has that affect on us also...who knows? That may be a bit harsh, but I don't understand how we allow people to have such control over us. Suicide? SERIOUSLY?
Maybe it is understandable. As human beings, we have a natural desire to be accepted, to be loved, to feel appreciated and wanted, and that desire and most often the concept, the idea of being in love is what harms us most. We're often in love with the idea of being in love, and so we put ourselves in situations we know make no sense, just to have a reason to say "I love you".
Loving someone, admittedly is a great feeling, having that equal that you can rely on for just about ANYTHING, trusting and knowing that with that kiss, all of your troubles can melt away, that person that makes you weak in your knees, that consumes all of your thoughts, your every being even, that person that you'd potentially give that being for...wow...even I want it. But at what cost?
Why should there be a price for this great gift of love, and why must it be so damn expensive?
On this Valentine's Day, the day of "love" (don't wanna get started on that) perhaps we need to take a look at ourselves, our relationships, take stock, and ensure that we are in it for the right reasons. LOVE is not taking advantage of someone, or having someone take advantage of you, LOVE is not about manipulation and degredation, LOVE is not about self loathing and self hatred. If that's how he says "I love you", then my dear there is a problem and you need to RUN.
Suicide is not the answer, why give him that much control, that much power, and the satisfation? We should never allow someone to have THAT much control over our lives. I know that you're hurting right now, and you feel like your world can crumble at any minute, but don't give up hope, the most important love of all is love of self and love of God. Love yourself enough to save yourself, learn from this experience, heed its warnings, and move forward.
Moral of the story children, is that love or the idea of being in love should never have such adverse affects on us, if it does, then it's not love. Love yourself first and foremost, for then you'll be able to love, and know how to be loved. Love genuinely, passionately, and appropriately...if he ain't feeling you, he ain't feeling you...there's nothing else you can do. Let it go.
Heed my warning. Love you first, and all will be well.
This has been collegeguy.
I know of a girl, who's comtemplating suicide, because her boyfriend left her- again. It's one thing to be in love, or to love someone, but it's another thing to be stupid. Perhaps love has that affect on us also...who knows? That may be a bit harsh, but I don't understand how we allow people to have such control over us. Suicide? SERIOUSLY?
Maybe it is understandable. As human beings, we have a natural desire to be accepted, to be loved, to feel appreciated and wanted, and that desire and most often the concept, the idea of being in love is what harms us most. We're often in love with the idea of being in love, and so we put ourselves in situations we know make no sense, just to have a reason to say "I love you".
Loving someone, admittedly is a great feeling, having that equal that you can rely on for just about ANYTHING, trusting and knowing that with that kiss, all of your troubles can melt away, that person that makes you weak in your knees, that consumes all of your thoughts, your every being even, that person that you'd potentially give that being for...wow...even I want it. But at what cost?
Why should there be a price for this great gift of love, and why must it be so damn expensive?
On this Valentine's Day, the day of "love" (don't wanna get started on that) perhaps we need to take a look at ourselves, our relationships, take stock, and ensure that we are in it for the right reasons. LOVE is not taking advantage of someone, or having someone take advantage of you, LOVE is not about manipulation and degredation, LOVE is not about self loathing and self hatred. If that's how he says "I love you", then my dear there is a problem and you need to RUN.
Suicide is not the answer, why give him that much control, that much power, and the satisfation? We should never allow someone to have THAT much control over our lives. I know that you're hurting right now, and you feel like your world can crumble at any minute, but don't give up hope, the most important love of all is love of self and love of God. Love yourself enough to save yourself, learn from this experience, heed its warnings, and move forward.
Moral of the story children, is that love or the idea of being in love should never have such adverse affects on us, if it does, then it's not love. Love yourself first and foremost, for then you'll be able to love, and know how to be loved. Love genuinely, passionately, and appropriately...if he ain't feeling you, he ain't feeling you...there's nothing else you can do. Let it go.
Heed my warning. Love you first, and all will be well.
This has been collegeguy.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Why?
So I have a lot to say tonight..and I feel like I should let it ALLLL out.
Why is it, that people find it so hard to communicate things PROPERLY? If you tell me A is A, wouldn't I expect A to be A all the time, why would you expect me to think A was G? Does that even make sense? If you say this is this, let this stay this. I HATE it! Seriously. I do.
And then the situation is treated as though I'm the ass that can't understand the English language? That's just uncalled for. Anyway, I digress.
As of late, I've been confronted by a few people who are or have been going through some rough times in their lives, of which I'm most appreciative. These revelations if you will, have brought me back to a previous post, the one about living for self. We give so much of ourselves to others, and they give us absolutely nothing in return. Please understand that I am not this bitter, I am not a selfish person, but people are bringing out the worse in me. I love giving, it's fun, but it's the being taken advantage of that I loathe. When did it become ok for people to simply not give a damn about you, but expect that you dedicate every iota of your being to them? I simply can't accept that.
Living for self simply means that we protect ourselves, you know, ensure that all is well with ME. Afterall, if you don't who will? It has nothing to do with being selfish, or "bitchy" as one put it, it has everything though, to do with respecting, loving, and caring for you. My mother always says, "respect begins at home and ends abroad" and the fact is, behavior breeds behavior. If you respect yourself, others will respect you as well, if you love yourself, others will learn to love you as well, and if they don't, so be it, the last time I checked, that does not stop the earth from going around the sun.
In this life, in this day, it is important to love yourself, this will enable you to love others, and most importantly, never forget to love God, for He is love.
This has been Collegeguy.
Why is it, that people find it so hard to communicate things PROPERLY? If you tell me A is A, wouldn't I expect A to be A all the time, why would you expect me to think A was G? Does that even make sense? If you say this is this, let this stay this. I HATE it! Seriously. I do.
And then the situation is treated as though I'm the ass that can't understand the English language? That's just uncalled for. Anyway, I digress.
As of late, I've been confronted by a few people who are or have been going through some rough times in their lives, of which I'm most appreciative. These revelations if you will, have brought me back to a previous post, the one about living for self. We give so much of ourselves to others, and they give us absolutely nothing in return. Please understand that I am not this bitter, I am not a selfish person, but people are bringing out the worse in me. I love giving, it's fun, but it's the being taken advantage of that I loathe. When did it become ok for people to simply not give a damn about you, but expect that you dedicate every iota of your being to them? I simply can't accept that.
Living for self simply means that we protect ourselves, you know, ensure that all is well with ME. Afterall, if you don't who will? It has nothing to do with being selfish, or "bitchy" as one put it, it has everything though, to do with respecting, loving, and caring for you. My mother always says, "respect begins at home and ends abroad" and the fact is, behavior breeds behavior. If you respect yourself, others will respect you as well, if you love yourself, others will learn to love you as well, and if they don't, so be it, the last time I checked, that does not stop the earth from going around the sun.
In this life, in this day, it is important to love yourself, this will enable you to love others, and most importantly, never forget to love God, for He is love.
This has been Collegeguy.
Snow Day!
So today I experienced my first Snow Day, or something like that at least. I woke up this morning a bit distraught, my cold isn't gone yet, and I had like 400 tests today...but the God I serve is awesome! Oh boy is He AWESOME!
Got up, did the showerin thing..came back to my room, worried, panicked, because the first of the 400 tests is at 8:30, and at that point it was around 7:15 or so. Checked my e-mail, and there it was...the message that GOD himself had to send. School will be closed until 12:00 today! I said Bless the Lord oh my soul, and all that is within me indeed!! I was never so happy.
It was amazing though, there was ice everywhere...the reason it happened was because it snowed like mad, then it rained like mad, the rain melted the snow, then the excrutiatingly low temperatures froze the rain, and turned it into ice, which covered all the land, and forced the school to close. As I was told, this is the first time in A LONG LONG LONG time, that Acadia has cancelled even one class, so of course I feel special, like I had something to do with this. I mean think about it, why else would they decide to do this on the semester I'm here? Lol..Duh!
But it was cool for what it was worth, no one was hurt, although a few people did fall down, that was funny...haha, but all's well that ends well.
This has been Collegeguy.
Got up, did the showerin thing..came back to my room, worried, panicked, because the first of the 400 tests is at 8:30, and at that point it was around 7:15 or so. Checked my e-mail, and there it was...the message that GOD himself had to send. School will be closed until 12:00 today! I said Bless the Lord oh my soul, and all that is within me indeed!! I was never so happy.
It was amazing though, there was ice everywhere...the reason it happened was because it snowed like mad, then it rained like mad, the rain melted the snow, then the excrutiatingly low temperatures froze the rain, and turned it into ice, which covered all the land, and forced the school to close. As I was told, this is the first time in A LONG LONG LONG time, that Acadia has cancelled even one class, so of course I feel special, like I had something to do with this. I mean think about it, why else would they decide to do this on the semester I'm here? Lol..Duh!
But it was cool for what it was worth, no one was hurt, although a few people did fall down, that was funny...haha, but all's well that ends well.
This has been Collegeguy.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Life.
I think Forest Gump said it best: "life is like a box of chocolates, ya never know which one you're gonna get" (if that quote is incorrect, forgive me).
Life has its way of doing what it wants to, whenever it wants to and expecting us to deal with it. Sometimes we pretend as though things don't affect us, or that they don't mean as much, when deep inside we know they do.
I'm a firm believer in the fact that everything happens for a reason, nothing happens "just because".
I've been sent to Canada. That is fact. No one knows why I was chosen, no one knows how I was chosen, well at least I don't know, and at this point, I could honestly careless, I'm here. At first thought one would think well the only advantage of this experience would be the first hand experience of obtaining an education in a University setting, well, I would agree. That seems obvious. But remember, life has it's way of doing what it wants to, when it wants to.
My time spent in Canada will yield many new things about myself I'm sure, bring to light a few minor imperfections, and polish up on areas that need polishing up, no matter how I look at it, I'll return a different person.
Before I left home, I was in a different place emotionally, I didn't know where I wanted to be, who I wanted to be, or anything, I wasn't completely lost, but my vision was a bit cloudy. That is not to say that I've been "found" if you will, but I'm finding myself as time elapses. There's a saying "absence makes the heart grow fonder". As it stands, I'm absent from a lot of things, from my job, from friends, family, and others that I've grown to love, I miss them all, but each in a different way, and some not so much. Absence can make the heart grow something, but it's not necessarily always going to be fonder.
Maturity happens all the time, growth happens everyday, I'm maturing, and I'm growing. Sometimes in life we outgrow certain people, and certain aspects of our lives, this doesn't necessarily mean that we don't love or care for these things, but we've just simply outgrown them, they don't meet the same needs they once did, and so we move on.
I'm happy to say that I'm moving on, there are things in life that I've just outgrown, as simple as that. Think no differently of me though, as you may sense a change in demeanor or disposition, be assured that all is well, I'm just shedding skin, turning over a new leaf, Jennifer Holliday says in a song "Look at me, look-at-me; I am changing, trying every way I can". Take a good look, fore I am changing.
Change doesn't come easy, but when we change for the better, life becomes just that.
I am Changing.
This has been Collegeguy.
Life has its way of doing what it wants to, whenever it wants to and expecting us to deal with it. Sometimes we pretend as though things don't affect us, or that they don't mean as much, when deep inside we know they do.
I'm a firm believer in the fact that everything happens for a reason, nothing happens "just because".
I've been sent to Canada. That is fact. No one knows why I was chosen, no one knows how I was chosen, well at least I don't know, and at this point, I could honestly careless, I'm here. At first thought one would think well the only advantage of this experience would be the first hand experience of obtaining an education in a University setting, well, I would agree. That seems obvious. But remember, life has it's way of doing what it wants to, when it wants to.
My time spent in Canada will yield many new things about myself I'm sure, bring to light a few minor imperfections, and polish up on areas that need polishing up, no matter how I look at it, I'll return a different person.
Before I left home, I was in a different place emotionally, I didn't know where I wanted to be, who I wanted to be, or anything, I wasn't completely lost, but my vision was a bit cloudy. That is not to say that I've been "found" if you will, but I'm finding myself as time elapses. There's a saying "absence makes the heart grow fonder". As it stands, I'm absent from a lot of things, from my job, from friends, family, and others that I've grown to love, I miss them all, but each in a different way, and some not so much. Absence can make the heart grow something, but it's not necessarily always going to be fonder.
Maturity happens all the time, growth happens everyday, I'm maturing, and I'm growing. Sometimes in life we outgrow certain people, and certain aspects of our lives, this doesn't necessarily mean that we don't love or care for these things, but we've just simply outgrown them, they don't meet the same needs they once did, and so we move on.
I'm happy to say that I'm moving on, there are things in life that I've just outgrown, as simple as that. Think no differently of me though, as you may sense a change in demeanor or disposition, be assured that all is well, I'm just shedding skin, turning over a new leaf, Jennifer Holliday says in a song "Look at me, look-at-me; I am changing, trying every way I can". Take a good look, fore I am changing.
Change doesn't come easy, but when we change for the better, life becomes just that.
I am Changing.
This has been Collegeguy.
Monday, January 19, 2009
Someone steal all my friggin juice!
So I know I'm supposed to keep this g- rated and stuff right, and speak all proper and wat not...but now is not the time. Someone tief all my gad damn juice out da frigde!
It would've been last week Friday night, I came home from a lil gatherin...had a nice time with the lovey Bahamian folk up here right...HUNGRY! STARVIN! Time nah I say lemme go take off ma clothes, get comfortable ya know...wash ma face and all dat...READY to dig into some nice cold Five Alive and some chips and what not...come out my room, headin to the kitchen...
On my way...I hear somethin ya know...sound like someone breakin ten...man I spin round da corner..don't know what I did that for...lol...ain like I was ga do ntn anyway...but I digress...gone in the kitchen, turn on the light, open the fridge door..I most drop...ALL A MY STINKIN JUICE WHAT I JUST JUST BUY FROM WALMART..GONE! DEM SUCKAS TIEF ERRYTING! Even da spoil cheese wat been dere from King Hammer was a friggin hatchet!...I cudn't believe it...I just buy dem tings from da shop man...boy I was Purple where I was so mad...
I sure y'all know how it is feel when ya have ya mind set on somethin, time nah ya mout waterin, belly growlin, you goin crazy almost, where you tinkin bout dis ting so much...den when ya get dere it ain dere...Lord knows I most burn down this place...da ppl say I must calm down, das only juice...only juice? ONLY JUICE? Dey ain know how dat juice get dere...dey ain give me one red cent fa my juice...talkin mess bout it's only juice...lol..I only cud laugh nah cus it done happen...but y'all cud imagine how pissed off I was...
So I finally catch myself...I say I was ga go lay down catch ma breath...end up fallin sleep..but who please when I wake up da next mornin, sometin tell me go check da fridge...open da door da ppl bring back dat ole dry up bottle a fanta fruit punch but ain bring back none a my damn juice..and dey carry soo much tings..I had 5 bottle a water, Dasani, da good kind, one big bottle a Mott's Juice..da 100% one..3 cans of five alive, and one two litre bottle a coke soda...da whole fridge dey carry...
But I say anyway..das alright, it ga be ok...ppl in da world ain even gat water to drink...I ga be ok...I just want da sucka who tief my juice to know dey betta lock up dey room, cus if I find out...I tiefin erryting back...even ya socks...lol...don't mind me here..I only ventin...
Anyway y'all, it's been real...
This has been Collegeguy.
It would've been last week Friday night, I came home from a lil gatherin...had a nice time with the lovey Bahamian folk up here right...HUNGRY! STARVIN! Time nah I say lemme go take off ma clothes, get comfortable ya know...wash ma face and all dat...READY to dig into some nice cold Five Alive and some chips and what not...come out my room, headin to the kitchen...
On my way...I hear somethin ya know...sound like someone breakin ten...man I spin round da corner..don't know what I did that for...lol...ain like I was ga do ntn anyway...but I digress...gone in the kitchen, turn on the light, open the fridge door..I most drop...ALL A MY STINKIN JUICE WHAT I JUST JUST BUY FROM WALMART..GONE! DEM SUCKAS TIEF ERRYTING! Even da spoil cheese wat been dere from King Hammer was a friggin hatchet!...I cudn't believe it...I just buy dem tings from da shop man...boy I was Purple where I was so mad...
I sure y'all know how it is feel when ya have ya mind set on somethin, time nah ya mout waterin, belly growlin, you goin crazy almost, where you tinkin bout dis ting so much...den when ya get dere it ain dere...Lord knows I most burn down this place...da ppl say I must calm down, das only juice...only juice? ONLY JUICE? Dey ain know how dat juice get dere...dey ain give me one red cent fa my juice...talkin mess bout it's only juice...lol..I only cud laugh nah cus it done happen...but y'all cud imagine how pissed off I was...
So I finally catch myself...I say I was ga go lay down catch ma breath...end up fallin sleep..but who please when I wake up da next mornin, sometin tell me go check da fridge...open da door da ppl bring back dat ole dry up bottle a fanta fruit punch but ain bring back none a my damn juice..and dey carry soo much tings..I had 5 bottle a water, Dasani, da good kind, one big bottle a Mott's Juice..da 100% one..3 cans of five alive, and one two litre bottle a coke soda...da whole fridge dey carry...
But I say anyway..das alright, it ga be ok...ppl in da world ain even gat water to drink...I ga be ok...I just want da sucka who tief my juice to know dey betta lock up dey room, cus if I find out...I tiefin erryting back...even ya socks...lol...don't mind me here..I only ventin...
Anyway y'all, it's been real...
This has been Collegeguy.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Living for Me.
School has officially begun. It's interesting, it's not much different than home except for the fact that I don't really know anyone...in my classes that is. I'm taking four again this semester...each one a bit more funnily challenged than the last...(if you get that, you get a gold sticker...if you're still scratching your head, don't worry, we can't all get gold stickers.) Acadian life is interesting - hope that's not an overstatement...We've hung out in the AXE, a local bar/lounge on campus, we've been to New Minas, we've been to parties in the suite we've taken HUNDREDS of photos...good times indeed.
In other news, we're living for self now...it seems like the best thing to do. I advise everyone to do it. It's going really well for me, so far at least. Let's keep our fingers crossed and hope it stays that way. It's not to be confused with being selfish though, it's just living for self. I started early last week I think it was...I said what I had to say, and I slept better, I felt better, I even looked better...seriously...things changed. I got a brick off my shoulder, and I felt great!
When we live for self though, sometimes thing will not go the way we plan it, but that's ok, things have a way of working themselves out. They just always do.
My best friend (one of them) made a self choice recently, and I imagine that life will be better. My lovely exchange companion and friend...lol- too made a self choice, and she's all oooey gooey now, but she's happier nonetheless. I'm happy for them. They lived for self, and they're happy. That's what it's all about. Doing things that make us happy.
I'm happier now...that I've said what I had to at least. It's gonna be interesting to say where that goes, but life happens, and the good thing about that is that it goes on. It does not stop, even when it does, it doesn't.
So "no worries" guys, I'm happy, and all is well.
It's FREEZING today...like no other day...the weather is supposed to get increasingly nasty until Sunday...we'll see how it goes.
I need it. Can anyone help me? We'll save the details of that one for a later date...
It's bed time now, and a bunch of drunk kids are making noise outside my door....but we're relaxing this year, so I'll just let them have their fun...
Live for self people. It's the best decision you can possibly make.
This has been Collegeguy.
In other news, we're living for self now...it seems like the best thing to do. I advise everyone to do it. It's going really well for me, so far at least. Let's keep our fingers crossed and hope it stays that way. It's not to be confused with being selfish though, it's just living for self. I started early last week I think it was...I said what I had to say, and I slept better, I felt better, I even looked better...seriously...things changed. I got a brick off my shoulder, and I felt great!
When we live for self though, sometimes thing will not go the way we plan it, but that's ok, things have a way of working themselves out. They just always do.
My best friend (one of them) made a self choice recently, and I imagine that life will be better. My lovely exchange companion and friend...lol- too made a self choice, and she's all oooey gooey now, but she's happier nonetheless. I'm happy for them. They lived for self, and they're happy. That's what it's all about. Doing things that make us happy.
I'm happier now...that I've said what I had to at least. It's gonna be interesting to say where that goes, but life happens, and the good thing about that is that it goes on. It does not stop, even when it does, it doesn't.
So "no worries" guys, I'm happy, and all is well.
It's FREEZING today...like no other day...the weather is supposed to get increasingly nasty until Sunday...we'll see how it goes.
I need it. Can anyone help me? We'll save the details of that one for a later date...
It's bed time now, and a bunch of drunk kids are making noise outside my door....but we're relaxing this year, so I'll just let them have their fun...
Live for self people. It's the best decision you can possibly make.
This has been Collegeguy.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Landfall...finally!
So, here I am at Acadia Univeristy in Wolfville, Nova Scotia, Canada. Did you hear me? Perhaps I should say it again..no? Ok, fine, I won't...I honestly thought I would not make it here. Time had sped by so quickly, then all of a sudden, on the day of, it seemed as though it wanted to stand still. There were SOOOO many obstacles, soooo many things I had to do, soooo many reasons to go from zero to hero....but alas I relaxed, remained patient, and thanked the one that sustains me.
For record purposes however, let's just give an account of said obstacles. It seemed that all would be smooth sailing if I went by my experience at the airport in Nassau...that went really smoothly, so I was excited. So we get on the plane, another 4 seater, but I say it's a plane nonetheless, after all they could've sent us by boat right? Right, the flight was better than others I'd experienced in prior travelling experiences, so that was good. Upon arrival to Canada however, we were held up for some 45 minutes to an hour maybe, because the plane that was docked before us, would not or could not rather move. So we had to sit there until it decided it was time to move on. First obstacle hurdeled. Next, we're in the airport, going through Canada's Customs, the lady stamps our passports, smiles, makes a crack about how we're going to LOVE the weather seeing as we're from the Bahamas and all, then we get to the Immigration part of it, and the young man at the counter says we can go no futher...that's right, you can't go any further. I'm like pardon me sir? Why whatever do you mean? It was hilarious at that point, because I found it so funny. He says that we had to produce an acceptance letter from our respective institutions otherwise we'd be sent back to the Bahamas. That part there was more than I could bare, I almost croaked laughing. Anyway, I digress...that obstacle after about two hours, was hurdeled as well. Next hurdle to jump, was coming up shortly, as we arrive outside, excited to head to wonderful Acadia University, we're expecting a car service, or someone with a sign reading Ahmad or Amina...this would not be the case. I went outside to see if perhaps the young man or woman sought refuge from the cold and went into his or her car, this too was not the case. We'd taken so long to get sorted out at Immigration, that the people leave us. So we're stuck at this point. We inquire about a cab, but oh no, that can't work, that costs an arm, a leg, and two of my most valuable possessions, but alas, again, I digress. What about the bus? Oh, yea, let's try the bus! Only problem is, the bus may not take us directly to the school, plus you'd have to take like three, 25 smackaroos a piece..are you laughing yet? Because I'm rolling over dying with laughter. Anyway, that was taken care of after a while as well. So now we have a ride, we're all in the car, and we're on our way to school...YAY! Right?...keep reading...
We arrive at the school, it's beauteous..the campus is just gorgeous, all covered in snow, the people are so friendly, everyone's excited to see us...this lifts our spirits, we're excited as well, a bit cold, but that's ok. So we head to the office to pick up our student Id's room keys, etc...Mina love goes first, yay! "Come around here and take your photo ma'am...Sir if you wait right here, I'll be right with you" says the lovely lady behind the counter. "Ok come along sir, it's your turn. What's your name?" "Amad R. Thompson" I reply. "Hmm. That's weird, you're showing up as not registered." "I'm sorry ma'am, that's almost impossible, what does that mean?" Well Mr. Thompson, that means you won't be able to be issued a room key, or have access to the meal hall" "Are you saying then ma'am that I'm homeless and will go to bed hungry?" You should have someone call the paramedics, because I know you're laughing almost to the point of unconsciousness at this point. No worries though, because Jesus loves me, and he smiled on me. The nice young man at the counter offered me a temporary id and meal card voucher, so all was well.
Despite all of those challenges, I made it! I made it! I made it!...What a mighty God we serve right!? Awesome to say the least. I'm here, I'm in my room, I've been to classes, I've been to the local mall, to a bar, to a WALMART...wow...I've done sooo much. It's all sooo much! Even though it seemed as though this moment would never arrive, it has, and I'm soo thankful.
Someone once said to me, each time you open your mouth, speak life, so I'm speaking life, what is done is done, and what will be will be, so I'm going to let bygons be bygons, and live life one day at a time.
I'm here you guys, let's see how this story unfolds!
This has been Collegeguy...
For record purposes however, let's just give an account of said obstacles. It seemed that all would be smooth sailing if I went by my experience at the airport in Nassau...that went really smoothly, so I was excited. So we get on the plane, another 4 seater, but I say it's a plane nonetheless, after all they could've sent us by boat right? Right, the flight was better than others I'd experienced in prior travelling experiences, so that was good. Upon arrival to Canada however, we were held up for some 45 minutes to an hour maybe, because the plane that was docked before us, would not or could not rather move. So we had to sit there until it decided it was time to move on. First obstacle hurdeled. Next, we're in the airport, going through Canada's Customs, the lady stamps our passports, smiles, makes a crack about how we're going to LOVE the weather seeing as we're from the Bahamas and all, then we get to the Immigration part of it, and the young man at the counter says we can go no futher...that's right, you can't go any further. I'm like pardon me sir? Why whatever do you mean? It was hilarious at that point, because I found it so funny. He says that we had to produce an acceptance letter from our respective institutions otherwise we'd be sent back to the Bahamas. That part there was more than I could bare, I almost croaked laughing. Anyway, I digress...that obstacle after about two hours, was hurdeled as well. Next hurdle to jump, was coming up shortly, as we arrive outside, excited to head to wonderful Acadia University, we're expecting a car service, or someone with a sign reading Ahmad or Amina...this would not be the case. I went outside to see if perhaps the young man or woman sought refuge from the cold and went into his or her car, this too was not the case. We'd taken so long to get sorted out at Immigration, that the people leave us. So we're stuck at this point. We inquire about a cab, but oh no, that can't work, that costs an arm, a leg, and two of my most valuable possessions, but alas, again, I digress. What about the bus? Oh, yea, let's try the bus! Only problem is, the bus may not take us directly to the school, plus you'd have to take like three, 25 smackaroos a piece..are you laughing yet? Because I'm rolling over dying with laughter. Anyway, that was taken care of after a while as well. So now we have a ride, we're all in the car, and we're on our way to school...YAY! Right?...keep reading...
We arrive at the school, it's beauteous..the campus is just gorgeous, all covered in snow, the people are so friendly, everyone's excited to see us...this lifts our spirits, we're excited as well, a bit cold, but that's ok. So we head to the office to pick up our student Id's room keys, etc...Mina love goes first, yay! "Come around here and take your photo ma'am...Sir if you wait right here, I'll be right with you" says the lovely lady behind the counter. "Ok come along sir, it's your turn. What's your name?" "Amad R. Thompson" I reply. "Hmm. That's weird, you're showing up as not registered." "I'm sorry ma'am, that's almost impossible, what does that mean?" Well Mr. Thompson, that means you won't be able to be issued a room key, or have access to the meal hall" "Are you saying then ma'am that I'm homeless and will go to bed hungry?" You should have someone call the paramedics, because I know you're laughing almost to the point of unconsciousness at this point. No worries though, because Jesus loves me, and he smiled on me. The nice young man at the counter offered me a temporary id and meal card voucher, so all was well.
Despite all of those challenges, I made it! I made it! I made it!...What a mighty God we serve right!? Awesome to say the least. I'm here, I'm in my room, I've been to classes, I've been to the local mall, to a bar, to a WALMART...wow...I've done sooo much. It's all sooo much! Even though it seemed as though this moment would never arrive, it has, and I'm soo thankful.
Someone once said to me, each time you open your mouth, speak life, so I'm speaking life, what is done is done, and what will be will be, so I'm going to let bygons be bygons, and live life one day at a time.
I'm here you guys, let's see how this story unfolds!
This has been Collegeguy...
Saturday, January 3, 2009
It's Time
I can't believe this hour is finally upon me. It seemed like everything has happened so quickly. Everyone is saying that 2009 is the year for them, the year for change, what makes this year so different from the others? Why weren't those years years of change? I can't answer those questions for anyone else, but I can answer them for me, the reason they weren't years of or for change was becuase I didn't allow a change to take place. We as human beings are our own worst enemy. We create obstacles for ourselves, and then blame others when we can't overcome them. In order to accept change, we must first create change, ensure that things are happening in our lives that encourage and embrace a change. We need to become action people, rather than people who sit around and wait for things to happen.
I've decided that this year, I will change things, I will ask God's help to help me to change things, whatever is not working for me, I will either get rid of it, or embrace an avenue in which change can occur. If you're not for me, then you're against me. It's as simple as that. Nothing more, nothing less.
This weekend was special. I truly enjoyed it. I saw you again, and this time was even more special than the last. You said to me, that I mean more to you that I can even imagine, well I want you to know, that you mean more to me that I can ever imagine as well. I find myself doing things for you, things that I don't do for others, and I smile, because I'm happy when I do them. You're someone I've grown to appreciate, and will grow to love, I'm sure, because you're that special. This is indeed a new year, the year of change and progress. I wish for you this new year, happiness, and sincere joy. Blessings and richness of the soul, I wish that God will smile on you everday, granting your every wish and desire, once it's pleasing to Him. I pray that you understand how much you mean to me, and how much I value you and your friendship. I love the way you make me feel, and the change you evoke in me, it's making me a better person as the days progress. Perhaps it's time. Who know?
Tomorrow is the day, the day when new things happen, I embrace a new set of people, a new set of experiences, a new way of doing things, I embrace change. I accept the change, and ask God's guidance and wisdom so I may do my best in all that I embrace.
It's time...
This has been Collegeguy.
I've decided that this year, I will change things, I will ask God's help to help me to change things, whatever is not working for me, I will either get rid of it, or embrace an avenue in which change can occur. If you're not for me, then you're against me. It's as simple as that. Nothing more, nothing less.
This weekend was special. I truly enjoyed it. I saw you again, and this time was even more special than the last. You said to me, that I mean more to you that I can even imagine, well I want you to know, that you mean more to me that I can ever imagine as well. I find myself doing things for you, things that I don't do for others, and I smile, because I'm happy when I do them. You're someone I've grown to appreciate, and will grow to love, I'm sure, because you're that special. This is indeed a new year, the year of change and progress. I wish for you this new year, happiness, and sincere joy. Blessings and richness of the soul, I wish that God will smile on you everday, granting your every wish and desire, once it's pleasing to Him. I pray that you understand how much you mean to me, and how much I value you and your friendship. I love the way you make me feel, and the change you evoke in me, it's making me a better person as the days progress. Perhaps it's time. Who know?
Tomorrow is the day, the day when new things happen, I embrace a new set of people, a new set of experiences, a new way of doing things, I embrace change. I accept the change, and ask God's guidance and wisdom so I may do my best in all that I embrace.
It's time...
This has been Collegeguy.
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