Tuesday, September 05, 2006

School Sucks

I realize that this is just one semester of my life, and that I'll look back on this and laugh about how freakin stressed out I am right now. But, what I thought was going to be one of the easiest, care-free semesters, with only 13 credit hours, is slowly becoming a fucking nightmare. The four 3 credit classes (I'm taking a 1 credit in Oct.) that I'm taking include reading/writing non-fiction (basically a class on how to understand and write term papers that are written in English, but might as well be written in Hebrew), freelance writing (which is a bunch of bullshit—mainly because I'm really upset about the grade I received on my first paper and that the two bitchiest girls in the class pretty much cheated and got A's), macro econ (which speaks for itself—naturally I have a foreign teacher who pronounces Wednesday like weanessday), and Intro to Visual Communications (funny how it was hard for me to remember the one class that I don't have a problem with yet). I'm also getting involved with the university magazine, DrakeMag. I'm an editor this semester, I've only written one article for the damn thing, I don't know what the hell I'm doing, I've already been ignored at my first meeting, and the two bitchy girls from class are the main editors. Shoot me in the fuckin face! If I have to put up with this one girl's attitude for the rest of the semester, I'll probably end up in jail and she'll be six feet under. Of course, I would never REALLY hurt her, but I can do some serious damage to her in my head. And I don't really know how I feel about these kickboxing classes that I'm taking: they could be a tremendous stress reliever or they could be making me more violent than ever. I find myself wanting to kick the shit out of some people just because I know I can. My boyfriend says that he doesn't like when I hurt him...I guess I slap his arms and chest pretty hard, maybe that's my stress reliever! HA just kidding! I love my boyfriend and would never conciously hurt him in a physical way. Unless of course, he were to tell his friend, who's a girl (I don't care if she could possibly be a lesbian), that was here visiting this past weekend that he loved her one more time.

Anyway, it's approx. 1:00 a.m. and I am so wired and pissed off about my whole situation that I can't sleep. Which will suck a little later when I need to get up and go work out at 6:00 a.m. I know that you, whoever you may be, are probably thinking, 'stop complaining, Sara, you stress out way too much'. Well, I can't help it my friends but this was a great way to vent! Thanks for reading!

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

End of one, and the Beginning of another

Today was my last day at my internship (You now can all go out and purchase the Sept/Oct issue of THE IOWAN magazine!!). It was bittersweet. I was really sad that my main editor was not there (Jill) because she's one of the sweetest, kindest people I've ever met. After I left, I picked up my check for writing at The CornFed Iowan magazine (you should pick one of those up too—if it ever hits the stands). My time is now leading toward my last year (plus one extra semester) of college. Senior year!! I was driving by campus, all of the freshies were hauling their shit up to their rooms with their whole families. Today is a very exciting day for all of them. I remember on my first day of college, Nancy (my beautiful black SAAB) died as we pulled onto the Ylvi lawn. So, my mom had to grab a taxi to go pick my dad up from the airport (because he flew his plane up so he and my mom could get home quickly), and left me to unpack all of my shit by myself. My roommate, Erin, showed up a little later with her parents and a huge roll of carpet. I was incredibly nervous and scared shitless of her and her family. All I wanted was for my parents to show up—which they didn't until what seemed like 5 hours later! Needless to say, I was the biggest bitch and Erin thought that she wouldn't even last the semester with me. Once my parents DID arrive, I calmed down, we laid carpet, and Erin and I werinseparablele for the rest of the year.

Oh the memories. I hope that this year is as good for these guys as mine was for me.

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Faith—it's just not enough

I am a Catholic in search of a better understanding of God and what he/she is(because who really can say that God is a man, who can say that God is a woman? God could be considered a figment, a being, but God is not a person. But, because I don't want to say GOD every two words, I'll just use G) and what G really means to me in my life. I am a strong believer in G and a higher being. I would hate to think that I am in this world without G's guidence, security, and assistance. I found myself not attending church, however, because I didn't get anything out of it—partly because my priest was Indian and had a strong accent, but also because the messages were so distant to what I felt religion should be. I have three main issues with Catholic religion, the undermining of women, the whole Jesus thing, and acceptance.

My family attends Catholic mass when we're up at our cabin on Ten Mile Lake in MN, and a few weeks ago the priest had the balls to say that the whole issue between Israel and Lebanon and Pakistan and all the other wars in the Middle East had nothing to do with religion or politics. It stemed from a long jealousy between Abraham's wife Sarah and his mistress. Why are women so unworthy of Gs love and understanding in my religion? Why can we not be high servents? I love G but hate thinking that he doesn't love me as much has he loves my male mass-attending friends.

Recently, I've been attending a Lutheran church with my friend, Robin. She is a very old soul and incredibly moral and religious. She brings her Bible to mass, and takes notes. I don't really consider mass a class, but she loves it and thinks that I'm wrong and immoral for not reading the book. I think she wants to save me. Anywhoo...She and I were at mass and the preacher was talking about how Jesus is the way to God. I don't understand what is so wrong with having faith in God without having faith in Jesus. I love Jesus and I believe in his miracles and I believe that he has died so that I can live eternally with God. But, I know that my Muslim and Jewish friends do not belive that Jesus is their saviour, what happens to them? Are they all really damned to hell for all eternity? WTF? My main question is why isn't their faith in God enough to allow them a peaceful afterlife? I just find myself having a very loving and forgiving soul. I feel that I have strong relationship with God, but I feel that our relationship isn't accepted anywhere. I want faith to be enough for me, my gay friends, my friends of other religions, and my fellow women. Is that so wrong?

Thursday, June 22, 2006

Everything has changed...

Hey Readers...if you exist,
I have changed schools. I have changed majors (well kind of). I have changed locations! I have changed houses. I have changed roommates. I have changed pretty much everything except the inner me and my boyfriend—cause he's just too damn good to get rid of. Now, I'm not going to be blogging about the Missourian or anything in Columbia, MO cause I'm not there anymore! I'm going to get you in tune with the real me and my daily life. Welcome to the wonderful world of BROEK! I'm lovin' it, are you? I hope so!

Thursday, December 08, 2005

HO,HO,HO,and Snow, Snow, Snow

Now this is what I got from the lede of this so called article:

"Dennie Pendergrass, chief of operations for the Columbia Public Works Department, said crews have been working hard since late last night to clear city streets. Nearly all of the 17 plow and salt trucks have been out since 1 a.m., he said."

Is it absolutely necessary to add the second 'he said' in there? Can't the reader just assume that student reporter Colin Reed did not know that the city of Columbia had 17 snow plows and salt trucks? Ok, and does 17 seem like not enough trucks to blade the entire city? Columbia is not huge by any means but 17? I would think that there would be more than that. Or at least I did when I woke up this morning and there was still 4 inches in my driveway along with 4 inches on the streets of my complex. Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't there a way that you can just attach the blade to a truck? So wouldn't like city truck drivers be able to help out? Did I dream that up, I might have. It seems kinda crazy now that I think about it. I know I wouldn't want to get out of bed to go shovel snow, unless I had a Ford or something. Then I'd go out just to drive around!

Wednesday, December 07, 2005

The good ol' days of snow days

Oh how I miss elementary and high school, when the entire day was cancelled because a lot of snow is supposed to fall. I loved those days. However, that was in Iowa...where parents are smart enough, and motivated enough to get their lazy asses out of bed at 6 a.m. to see whether or not their children have school! Honestly, do parents here NOT know that it will be broadcasted? If that is the case, they probably should not continue to be parents. Adoption is the best option. I saw 'White Oleander' or whatever movie that was with Michele Phifer (she's so out of the high profile list that I don't even remember how to spell her name!) and foster care is NOT the way to go! Does the state even broadcast school closings? It wouldn't surprise me if it didn't. Missouri...geesh. I'm so glad that I get to go back to the good ol' state of Iowa here pretty soon. Snow or shine, I'm drivin my little butt back up to where the tall corn grows! AND I'M NOT COMING BACK!!!!

Sunday, December 04, 2005

The heritage of Kwanzaa

Way to go with the article covering Kwanzaa and the candle-lighting ceremony last Saturday. I think that it is so very important for people to get a glimpse of all of the different religions and for people to support everyone else's celebrations. Having an open mind to all of these different beliefs is a great thing to have. I know that I appreciate other people, and I hope that I can learn to appreciate everyone's beliefs even though they are different from my own. I think that doing this is the first step toward peace, a general understanding and acceptance of other people and what they believe in. I didn't know anything about the celebration before I read this article. Granted, I don't know a lot about it now, but I have a better understanding than I did before. Reporter Parks, however, need to make sure that all of his spelling has been corrected before he puts an article out there...Either that or I need to know that Douglas is really spelled Douglass!