Shales Hall, room 322

Raise your hand if you play rockband? Raise your hand if you think you're any good? .... or bad? Those of you that said bad, do you care when people can hear you? Isn't there some unwritten code when you're awful you have to keep your awfulness on the low..... so people can go about their daily rountines and not have to listen to what amounts to noise?.... Yes i'm calling you out room 322, you guys are aweful at Rockband! period. We don't mind the music but as soon as you hit your first note (which is almost always off pitch) you annoy about everyone within three floors... so my advice, close your door and sing reallll quietly!!!

Ping Pong

I want everyone to know that my roommate and I have a reord going of how many games both the both of us have won. I have beaten Joe 35 times to his 5. He's not very good... He tries his best and just comes up short. The best thing is, when he get's mad he starts yelling, shouting obscenities. Did you know he once broke a paddle?? I just don't ever think he'll catch up to me? I know our neighbors can definately beat him. It's not even a match when he plays Cory. He's just that bad....

Ishmael Beah

I was really glad that I went to the Ishmael Beah convo. I thought it was one of those experiences that will stay with you for a while and holds some food for thought. More than that, it puts a face to the story that we read in a personal way, rather than just a picture on the back cover. I was surprised that he as small as he was, but even more surprising was his presence. His past seemed to behind him and not in control of him. His insight to what happened around the book and how it came about I thought was interesting. Lastly, I thought it was great touch that the audience and Beah both brought up music.

Messy Dorm Room, Etc...

It's 12:03 and i have nothing to write about. I've been away for the weekend play in a golf tournament and I am mentally spent. Really the only thing that comes to mind, is that I have a huge pile of clothes that need to be put up. When I say huge pile, i mean a huge PILE. I'm so disappointed. The room has looked pretty good and clean... it's now a mess and I am in no mood for cleaning. Just another thing to put on tomorrow's 'to do' list. I really need a break. I hate playing in a tournament that took up a whole weekend that completely drains you, get back late sunday night, and it's back to class monday. I need to catch up on some sleep so unfortunately this will have to be a short one. If there was any good news today, it was that the Colts won. Hopefully another 12 win season. I like the chances.

Wolf Run Invite

I finally made it to the moment I've been waiting for, playing collegiate golf. Team wise, we faired well in the first two rounds but stumbled coming down the stretch. Overall we placed twelfth. As for me, I stumbled onto the sceen with eight birdies, five under par at one point. Only to watch it slip away with a terrible stretch of holes. I ended up shooting 74, 83, 82. The tournament ended up being a train wreck when it started off so well... Hopefully I can get it going before we play the EY Invite this upcoming week!

Memoir Idea pt. 2

I still like the idea I have. I might incorporate Regionals. I really think this a year that really propeled me to become both a better athlete and player. There is something about it that i want to discover because i believe it means too much to be anything ordinary. Again, what i'm tryin to find is an answer to the question of why I play the game of golf. This question seems simple enough until I try to answer it. There is the easy answer that skims the surface. But what I'm wanting to find is the truth behind all this, or at least a glimmer of light that might help later shed some truth. I'll just have to wait to see what turns up.

Memoir Idea

It's not set in stone or anything but i am thinking about writing my memoir that has to deal with golf. In our readings it says that a memoir serves purpose, in part, to be a revelation for the author to be able to reflect and drawl further conclusions on the topic. Today in golf practice, we were asked by our sport psychologist, "Why do we play the game of golf?" At the surface, I have answers to this question but if I scratch away at the surface enough maybe the answer to this riddle will be more clear. A point in time i would focus on would be Sectionals of my sophmore year. In that year, i had to fight back from an injury that required weeks of physical therapy that held me out of play till the week before. The idea would be having the last hole that i played at sectional to be the setting in present time. (I had to birdie the hole/ take 3 strokes on the hole to advance to regional. Something i did that ended with a very long putt that was made.) I think if I used this and threw in flash backs of some of the struggles with rehabilitation process, i could better understand why I play the game of golf. Truely a perfect season that shares both struggles and triumph.