Hot

After a few hours of studying, I finally felt like I knew my Autonomic Nervous System and Visual tracts as if they were part of my own body, hehe.  I packed up all on my things and headed off for the classroom at St. John's Hall.  When I walked into the old room I found a seat and a few minutes later I received my test. A little bit into the test I realized one, it was very hot in the room, and two, someone had some serious BO going on.  I soon found the source.  One of the proctors for the test was making his rounds and I was in his main path.  From there on out it was extremely hard to concentrate.  Whenever I saw the proctor coming I would take a deep breath and hold it in until I felt it was safe to breath again.

The good news is that I thought the test was fairly simple so I expect a decent grade back.

Make sure and vote on the new blog name.

Til next time,
Bhoov

New Name

Hey guys, I'm thinking about changing the name of the blog.  On the left-hand sidebar I have a poll going on where you can vote on one of the names provided.  Voting will end April 21 at 8:05.  I know its a random time but thats the one that they gave me. By the way, if you want to view the results you have to use the little scroll bar that is under the poll.  Its cut off for some reason.

Thanks
Bhoov

AA

I awoke in my bed to the sound of my roommate's voice.  "You coming big guy?" I looked at my phone to see what time it was and then realized I had my AA meeting in a few minutes.  I crawled out of bed, got dressed, and left the room with DM and PP.  We arrived at the old classroom in St. Johns Hall where we all took seats and waited for the counselor to arrive.  While waiting, a few other students filed into the room and took their seats.  At about 1:33 a young guy wearing a shirt and tie walked into the room.  He introduced himself and proceeded to explain how he was a grad student studying psychology.  Eric, as he said his name was, asked each of the students in the room to introduce themselves and to explain what kind of trouble they had gotten into.  From that moment on I knew that we were all in good company.

The first guy called upon introduced himself and began telling his story.  "Well, I was in my room smoking [weed I presume] and apparently someone else was smoking down the hall.  It was there sh** that was smelling up the hallway because they had a blunt but I didn't.  Public Safety thought it was coming from my room so they came in and I got caught.  I had to pay a $300 fine because I hung a hat over the smoke detector."  This was exactly the kind of story that I had been looking forward to all week.  Eric looked at him with a smile on his face, "Well what did you learn."  The kid glanced back at him, "Don't smoke in the room I guess."

Eric then moved on to a girl sitting beside the smoker.  She introduced herself and started with her story, "Well, I was walking past public safety to get back onto campus and I dropped my phone.  When I went to pick it up I kind of stumbled a little bit.  I was in heels so its understandable."  Sitting there I was picturing this girl dropping her phone and then just completely face-planting when she went to pick it up.  I felt like everyone there under exaggerated their stories, but who could blame them.

Next, was my personal favorite.  A kid in the back of the room started up, "I was walking back onto campus and my shirt was a little messed up so the public safety officers stopped me."  Eric stopped him right away and asked the details of what "messed up" really meant.  "Well, apparently there was dirt and blood on my shirt.  They asked me what happened but I couldn't remember so they sent me to the hospital."  Dirt and blood!?  The entire time sitting in that classroom I kept thinking to myself, "How are we getting the same punishment as these people?"  It didn't make any sense.  

After everyone finished with their stories Eric let everyone out.  The entire thing took about 15 minutes.  What a joke.  It was very entertaining though I must say.

Stay classy,
Bhoov

New Photos

Just decided to add some more pictures:

Something Off My Chest

Growing up I became acquainted with a variety of people.  Being from a small town, there were quite a few genuine people.  I've also encountered my share of not so genuine people.  As we all know high school is full of rumors and whatnot but I felt like I was always a main target for this kind of petty bullshit (pardon my french).  Looking back on everything, I'm okay with whatever was said just for the sheer fact that I know what these people have to look forward to.  Whoever reads this will know if they are part of this category or not.  I've heard this type called townees so this is the term I will use.

I will always be able to smile because when its all said and done, you will be the 28 year old who never got out of Lycoming County. You will probably work at the local Hughesville diner and when its time to get off work on a Friday night, you'll meet all of your townee friends at the Hughesville football game where conversations will revolve around how you were all the shit back in high school.  Thats how everything will go.  Life will be nothing more than an extension of high school.

A couple of rumors doesn't seem so bad in the grand scheme of things.

Cheers,
Bhoov