No Exam Stress?

What I don't understand, especially lately, is how on earth people aren't studying for exams.  Do they not feel the pressure to do well?  

How about making their parent's proud?  Or even themselves?  

I realize that one silly test does not determine one's worth as a person, but for the sake of your future, would a little worry/stress  kill you?  

I think not.  

If anything, it'll put some hair on your chest and make you a better person.

I've been stressing about exams since Thanksgiving break, sipping caffeine like it's liquid crack, and burying my nose in textbooks for hours on end.  Although it's frustrating and even painful at times, I know the hard work will soon pay off in more ways than one.  

We've only got one chance to do well on a test and prove we have actually learned something in our courses.  

So let's buckle down, Winthrop.

 I can guarantee it will lead to a gift greater than anything your parents (excuse me, Santa Claus) can give you under your Christmas tree.

Dance party downers

What I don't understand is why people go out dancing, but do everything but dance.

Let me explain...

I recently attended a party at the SAC, which almost everyone knows is a gathering of young people who love to "get crunk". Yes, I love to get crunk from time to time.

However, what I don't love is when other party attendees feel the need to stand around and literally stare at everyone on the dance floor.

Why even go?

It's not like the blaring music and dark lighting provide ideal conditions for observation.

I understand if perhaps you don't like a particular song, or just aren't feeling the DJ, but when you attend every party with the sole purpose of standing around creepily watching everyone else, it gets a little uncomfortable.

At least walk around a little bit. Bob your head. Something.

While I'm on my soap box, let me also just say that I don't understand why people feel the need to carry on an entire conversation while on the dance floor.

Call me old fashioned, but when I say "hey let's go dancing!" I literally mean "let's go dance", not "let's go talk about your favorite hair product and latest roommate drama."

So that's that. Comments?

Unhealthy foods

What I don't understand is how people can eat fried/battered/processed food all the time, and expect it to take no toll on their health. I can understand the occasional burger, or buying a cupcake at a bake sale, but the point of food is to give your body the nutrition it needs to carry out the day.

Foods with little nutritional value really serve no purpose, other than making you happy for about a minute and then causing your body to crash shortly after due to lack of energy.

I know from experience that when I have not received proper nutrients I am phsically incapable of performing at my best.

This being said, I realize people think my eating habits are odd (I eat raisins like it's my job), or that I am kind of an old lady when it comes to making food choices. And maybe I could be a little less "weird" with my diet.

However, I feel the benefits I reap from putting nutrition at the forefront of my food-related decisions are worth more than the short-lived euphoria any cheesy quesadilla can provide.

And if my blog isn't enough, let me leave you with these words, "To eat is a necessity, but to eat intelligently is an art."- La Rochefoucauld

Now if you'll excuse me, I have an apple in the fridge calling my name.

Completely unrelated, but very exciting!

So this has nothing to do with the theme of my blog, but I figured I'd share anyway.

Since last Wednesday (a week ago), I have been searching for my misplaced MCOM 241 binder.  I checked my bookbag about eight times, under my bed, and asked Jamie Low, but it was nowhere to be found.

Fastforward to today when I was taking a nap in the Margaret Nance TV room.  I woke up I turned to my friend Brittany Guilfoyle and said, "Dang, I still haven't found my MCOM binder."

Suddenly, I turned around and there it was; my BINDER on the table across the room! Crazy, right?  

I guess I left it there last week while hanging out with my friends and no one had touched it (that I am aware of) since then!  I love honest people :)

That's all, I just felt compelled to share.

Racism? Are you kidding me?

It seems my blog has progressivly become more serious. Continuing with this trend, I'd like to discuss one of my most important issues yet; racism.

I don't get it.

As defined by dictionary.com (I figured this was a credible source, since blogs are on the internet and all) racism is defined as, "a belief or doctrine that inherent differences among the various human races determine cultural or individual achievement, usually involving the idea that one's own race is superior and has the right to rule others. "

While the whole idea seems ridiculous to me, the part that really rubs me the wrong way is belief that one's own race is superior in comparison to others.

What?

Who decided a group's ancestry/culture placed them ahead of another's? All it means is that those two groups are different.

Nobody is better than anybody else. I repeat, nobody.

I don't understand the difficulty in embracing difference. I mean, dang. Even people within each race are different.

Just like the youth marriage blog, i'm baffled by this one.

Feedback?

Marriage? Now?

What I don't understand is teenage marriage.

This has been on my mind a lot lately, especially since I just found out one of my high school friends just got married. It confuses the heck out of me.

Perhaps I'm missing something, but what is wrong with just dating someone? Why do you have to go and marry them at such a young age? What's the difference?

Sure, you get a fancy ring. And sure, you get to live together without the funny looks.

But why now?

Why rush it?

If you're really happy together, why isn't dating enough?

And if you enjoy looking down at your left hand and seeing an article of bling, why don't you invest in a promise ring?

I mean dang. Maybe I'm missing something, I just don't see the point.

I'm looking for feedback on this one, because honestly I'm baffled...

Grudges

What I don't understand is the act of holding a grudge.

Not only is it emotionally draining, all it does is perpetuate hate. I'd like to quote my new favorite person Lewis B. Smedes. He says, "To forgive is to set a prisoner free and discover that the prisoner was you." Let's all think about this for a minute...


...Alrighty then, time to analyze.


Personally, I see a grudge as a needle being dug into my insides. Graphic? Yes. But I can think of no better comparison.

When we hold on to those negative feelings we have toward others, all it really accomplishes is damage to our souls.

Harboring hate does not solve the problem, it can only make it worse.

Holding grudges destroys friendships, marriages, sisterhoods, etc.

So why do it? Why not forgive and set ourselves free?

There is so much more to life than getting even and waiting for others to receive payback. It's time to live our lives for ourselves, and stop worrying about how much we despise those who may have done us wrong. In all honesty, its not our problem-its theirs.