Week 15 entry

It hasn't been a fun week. On Monday I take place in a presentation with ambiguous results and ask Professor Dan questions for which I've wanted answers for months. On Tuesday, after work, a late SPSS assignment for statistics, and dinner, I go to the peer mentor to apply what I know to my essay, but am still stuck. I end up changing my thesis a bit, but it ends up with me replacing a paragraph. At the end of the night, I end with the same amount of words that I started with: 350, for a 1200 word essay. This morning I add about 100 more. I go to class, hoping to put my essay behind me and move on toward other projects and finals... and find out that he's extending the deadline two more days.

Campus events

Campus Movie Fest in October was a night full of spotlights, long lines in the dark, funny and dramatic videos, and crushed hopes of winning a raffle prize. Many interesting movie entries, I must say. However, I can only remember a few. The dramatic short "Resistance" had me tense during the whole movie, although its plot was very simplistic. The movie "Fun Scare" (was that the title?) appealed to a lot of students, but I guess I didn't think it was so funny. In my opinion, "The Truthbreakers" is the definition of what comedy should be, but with a clever ironic twist.

Fire on the Fountain was also an interesting event. Even though I did not stay long, I was able to see the fire dancers, who were amazing to watch. And I have to admit, the amount of effort put into the whole event (stage, booths, food, performance) was pretty astounding.

MUSE workshops

During the second-to-last week in October, I attended a seminar ran by the student health department designed to educate us about the risks of alcohol when given the opportunity to drive a vehicle. To do this (here's the fun part), we played Mario Kart 64 wearing beer goggles, which are glasses that distort your vision to simulate the experience of being drunk. Although I repeatedly lost, it was both fun and enlightening to not only hear but experience how dangerous it was to drive drunk.

At the beginning of the same month, my friend Kayla and I attended a less entertaining (and more depressing and scary) seminar regarding domestic violence and harrassment. A panel of 11 people, consisting of judges, attorneys, proscutors, mayors, officers, and sheriffs, who all have had experience in dealing with such offenders. They went over the process of how offenders are tried in court and how victims can get help. The air was dead serious, and I didn't dare get out of my seat.