Tomorrow: 11:30am. Interpersonal Communication Final Exam. Tonight: 11:00pm. I'll go out, stay out til 3:30am.
Yes&Yes.
Tonight is the end of the semester bash at Don's. But finals don't finish until Saturday? Oh well.
In 24 hours I'll be on a plane to Melbourne!
Game plan: Parrtyy. Wake up. Review. Exam. Move luggage to Lori's, then to Storage. Eat? Chill. Leave for Melbourne. Sleep. Wake up: ANZAC DAY Footy game! YES&YES. Go out that night. Wake up. Go to a Greek Orthodox church with Stacey. Go out that night. Wake up. Hang out in MELBOURNE ALL DAY. Go out that night? Wake up earrrrly: Great Ocean Road-- 12(11) Apostles! Bliss? Go out that night? Wake up, say goodbye to Melbourne/ Stacey: Hello again Gold Coast! ONE LAST NIGHT AT EAST, YO! Wake up at 6:00am, leave at 6:30, fly out at 11:05am-------------7am: HELLO LAX. Hello Promised Land. Helllooo Lover(s). Drive to Porterville. Hi Mama. Visit, visit, visit. El Portal? Back to LA Monday orr Tuesday??
THEN: Get job.......Study the stars...
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Friday, April 10, 2009
I didn't know who Lady Gaga was until I came to Australia.
There is “little evidence for a great person theory of leadership”? Which is an explanation for complex events: simple explanation: scapegoats...? Meaning, if something goes bad a minority gets blame. But if something goes good we praise our great leader?
...just a silly discussion question I might have on a final next Saturday. Thats right. SATURDAY. 8AM. That my second final. The first one is next Friday at 8AM.
While eating dinner with Lori tonight. James (Patrick Dempsey) and his friend (I don't know how to spell his name) joined us. They were waiting on their female friend (Flor) to join us as well. Instead of sitting in the only available seat at the table in between James and Lori, Flor asks James to move over so she can take his seat. Let me state I've never seen/ met Flor before dinner. This was my first impression of her. And I blatantly STARED at her as she asked James to "Move his fat ass" and laughed. I stared/ "glared" at her for a solid 10 seconds. I just thought she was rude. What was so hard to sit in between James and Lori? I didn't understand...Lori said I "glared" and should never, ever be allowed to play poker.
Exciting day tomorroooow! (20)
...just a silly discussion question I might have on a final next Saturday. Thats right. SATURDAY. 8AM. That my second final. The first one is next Friday at 8AM.
While eating dinner with Lori tonight. James (Patrick Dempsey) and his friend (I don't know how to spell his name) joined us. They were waiting on their female friend (Flor) to join us as well. Instead of sitting in the only available seat at the table in between James and Lori, Flor asks James to move over so she can take his seat. Let me state I've never seen/ met Flor before dinner. This was my first impression of her. And I blatantly STARED at her as she asked James to "Move his fat ass" and laughed. I stared/ "glared" at her for a solid 10 seconds. I just thought she was rude. What was so hard to sit in between James and Lori? I didn't understand...Lori said I "glared" and should never, ever be allowed to play poker.
Exciting day tomorroooow! (20)
Sunday, March 29, 2009
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Monday, January 12, 2009
And so it begins...
14 HOUR FLIGHT? DAS NUTHIN!
The day I was leaving. January 6th. Has got to be one of the most stressful days of my life. My mind was thinking about 20 different things at once, replaying my responsibilities once in Australia, replaying my travel agenda, replaying the surreal last days in the States. I was certainly in denial until I had to hug my mom goodbye. And I was sure it was all real once I was in line for security checking and my mom was taking pictures of me. Thanks Mom.
Walking through security was a fun game. And I was hoping I’d set off the metal detectors, but it never happened. I’m sure the security guy didn’t understand my disappointment after going through the detector and not hearing a negative response.
My flight was delayed at LAX for over an hour because the pilot took too sharp of a turn and popped a tire. But it gave me time to get to know the guy sitting next seat over. He name was Peter and he was originally from Belgium. I told him I liked their beer. He was on his way to get his Masters in Neuroscience, but he couldn’t solve my rubix cube. HA. I’m smarter.
I didn’t talk with Peter too much. I fell asleep early on the flight, woke up slightly only once or twice and finally completely woke up when there was only two hours left in the flight. I REALLY CAN SLEEP ANYWHERE! Sitting up, laying down. I’m easy.
Cairns, Queensland (pronounced CANS) was where I spent Orientation. The trips to the rainforest and Great Barrier Reef were exciting. I hung out with Kangaroo. I cuddled with a Koala. I snorkeled amongst jellyfish! I was face to face with one the size of my fist. Granted I have a small fist, but still. It was an experience. I even followed around a shark looking fish until I was too far from the boat.
Unfortunately I did miss out on scuba-diving. It wasn’t until after the lesson and I was strapped in and ready to go did I realize that it was a bad idea to have heavy weight on my clavicle. I didn’t want to risk it. So I got out at the last minute. So close!
You won’t any pictures of the day at sea because I didn’t want to risk my camera getting wet on the first days. But don’t you worry. I have the greatest memory and I can recall the setting if you’d like me to...
That pretty much sums up the PG version of my first days in Australia. I’ll be sure to keep these posting short and sweet. I think I’ll just post randomly. I don’t want to cover everything. That would be impossible, right? I’ll just tell shorts, exceptionally stories. If there are any questions, please ask!
Soon I'll be going to TRIVIA NIGHT. Don't wish me luck. I'll do just fine. I've been training my whole life for opportunities like this!
The day I was leaving. January 6th. Has got to be one of the most stressful days of my life. My mind was thinking about 20 different things at once, replaying my responsibilities once in Australia, replaying my travel agenda, replaying the surreal last days in the States. I was certainly in denial until I had to hug my mom goodbye. And I was sure it was all real once I was in line for security checking and my mom was taking pictures of me. Thanks Mom.
Walking through security was a fun game. And I was hoping I’d set off the metal detectors, but it never happened. I’m sure the security guy didn’t understand my disappointment after going through the detector and not hearing a negative response.
My flight was delayed at LAX for over an hour because the pilot took too sharp of a turn and popped a tire. But it gave me time to get to know the guy sitting next seat over. He name was Peter and he was originally from Belgium. I told him I liked their beer. He was on his way to get his Masters in Neuroscience, but he couldn’t solve my rubix cube. HA. I’m smarter.
I didn’t talk with Peter too much. I fell asleep early on the flight, woke up slightly only once or twice and finally completely woke up when there was only two hours left in the flight. I REALLY CAN SLEEP ANYWHERE! Sitting up, laying down. I’m easy.
Cairns, Queensland (pronounced CANS) was where I spent Orientation. The trips to the rainforest and Great Barrier Reef were exciting. I hung out with Kangaroo. I cuddled with a Koala. I snorkeled amongst jellyfish! I was face to face with one the size of my fist. Granted I have a small fist, but still. It was an experience. I even followed around a shark looking fish until I was too far from the boat.
Unfortunately I did miss out on scuba-diving. It wasn’t until after the lesson and I was strapped in and ready to go did I realize that it was a bad idea to have heavy weight on my clavicle. I didn’t want to risk it. So I got out at the last minute. So close!
You won’t any pictures of the day at sea because I didn’t want to risk my camera getting wet on the first days. But don’t you worry. I have the greatest memory and I can recall the setting if you’d like me to...
That pretty much sums up the PG version of my first days in Australia. I’ll be sure to keep these posting short and sweet. I think I’ll just post randomly. I don’t want to cover everything. That would be impossible, right? I’ll just tell shorts, exceptionally stories. If there are any questions, please ask!
Soon I'll be going to TRIVIA NIGHT. Don't wish me luck. I'll do just fine. I've been training my whole life for opportunities like this!
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Sunday, December 7, 2008
A month from today I'll be on my way to AUSTRALIA?!?!?! WTF!?!!
Dear Tim,
You aren’t Monica, but you’ll never be. Sorry to break your heart. Going into this class I was skeptical of what I would gain, but you didn’t disappoint. There was so much covered in this class that it doesn’t seem fair to reflect upon it because I couldn’t possibly address everything, especially the lectures I missed because I was broke. Ha.
Alright, truth time. I was disappointed that there wasn’t more discussion from other students. It wasn’t like this stuff was boring?! That it couldn’t apply to anyone, but I felt like the class was disappointing. And embarrassing for the very reasons why I dread answering the question: What’s your major? Because it isn’t taken seriously. Not that I was the perfect student. You can recall me laughing at the optional reading/viewing assignments. I guess there really wasn’t anything you could do about that, but it would have been cool if you could have guilt tripped people.
There was so much covered that there was a lot to absorb from each class. Asking the class for their thoughts was too general. I know thats an easy place to start which is especially appropriate for us COMM majors, but I understand.
Pretty much, the material was challenging enough, but the lack of class participation ruined it. Y es mas, I didn’t want to speak up half the time because I was hoping someone else would chime in with something really good to say which sometimes happened.
This class confirmed my place in the world. That understanding our popular culture and media matters. That my fascination with films, television and media will pay off because its become a part of my passion. It will help when I have the power to change the world for good. To be an honest voice for the exploited, oppressed and marginalized who deserve better from the mediums keeping them down. I’m still figuring out what I want to do with it, but it seems like its coming into focus.
Thanks for Bell Hooks, for bringing in your friend who talked about V for Vendetta and memory, for showing Avatar and for making us write this un-bs’able manifest on theology and popular culture. The feminist within me is proud.
Since this is a reflection I decided to share my rant. There you go.
- M. Rivera
You aren’t Monica, but you’ll never be. Sorry to break your heart. Going into this class I was skeptical of what I would gain, but you didn’t disappoint. There was so much covered in this class that it doesn’t seem fair to reflect upon it because I couldn’t possibly address everything, especially the lectures I missed because I was broke. Ha.
Alright, truth time. I was disappointed that there wasn’t more discussion from other students. It wasn’t like this stuff was boring?! That it couldn’t apply to anyone, but I felt like the class was disappointing. And embarrassing for the very reasons why I dread answering the question: What’s your major? Because it isn’t taken seriously. Not that I was the perfect student. You can recall me laughing at the optional reading/viewing assignments. I guess there really wasn’t anything you could do about that, but it would have been cool if you could have guilt tripped people.
There was so much covered that there was a lot to absorb from each class. Asking the class for their thoughts was too general. I know thats an easy place to start which is especially appropriate for us COMM majors, but I understand.
Pretty much, the material was challenging enough, but the lack of class participation ruined it. Y es mas, I didn’t want to speak up half the time because I was hoping someone else would chime in with something really good to say which sometimes happened.
This class confirmed my place in the world. That understanding our popular culture and media matters. That my fascination with films, television and media will pay off because its become a part of my passion. It will help when I have the power to change the world for good. To be an honest voice for the exploited, oppressed and marginalized who deserve better from the mediums keeping them down. I’m still figuring out what I want to do with it, but it seems like its coming into focus.
Thanks for Bell Hooks, for bringing in your friend who talked about V for Vendetta and memory, for showing Avatar and for making us write this un-bs’able manifest on theology and popular culture. The feminist within me is proud.
Since this is a reflection I decided to share my rant. There you go.
- M. Rivera
Saturday, December 6, 2008
True Love Will Find You In the End - Beck*
The summer before my senior year of high school my sister and I were pretty much jobless, bored and watched a lot of films thanks to Netfilx. And one of them happened to be City of God. I remembered how powerful of a film it was and I’m thankful for the opportunity to get to watch it again and understand it more.
Since I have a creepy good memory the parallelism of the chickens and the kids was obvious the second time around. I instantly got the summary of the films from the chickens.
First off the way the story is told is very personal. The honest and conversational narration brought in the audience really close into the lives of the hoods and runts living in the city of God. I greatly appreciated the way the plot progressed because of the subplots. The explanation of each subplot kept the film moving along at a constant speed for the entire film.
Looking back on it, both the main protagonist and antagonist were the darkest skinned characters in the film. That says a lot for breaking the stereotypical rules of a protagonist-- the darker character. Yet his best friend and former light skinned partner who tried to escape the violent lifestyle, Benny, died a hero. Was the light skinned martyr or just a martyr?
As for relating the film to Liberation Theology. It makes perfect sense that the delivery of the plot was so personable, violent and heartbreaking to make the case to care about what has been going on in Brazil. The ending lines of from the narrator are meant to sting. They are meant to leave the audience with the knowledge and power to act upon the feelings taken from the entire film. Saying: now that you know this was true, that this happens and has happened-- What are you going to do about it? It sure made for a better commercial for donating for what would only be less than a dollar a day.
*The song currently playing on Pandora from the Jose Gonzalez station.
Since I have a creepy good memory the parallelism of the chickens and the kids was obvious the second time around. I instantly got the summary of the films from the chickens.
First off the way the story is told is very personal. The honest and conversational narration brought in the audience really close into the lives of the hoods and runts living in the city of God. I greatly appreciated the way the plot progressed because of the subplots. The explanation of each subplot kept the film moving along at a constant speed for the entire film.
Looking back on it, both the main protagonist and antagonist were the darkest skinned characters in the film. That says a lot for breaking the stereotypical rules of a protagonist-- the darker character. Yet his best friend and former light skinned partner who tried to escape the violent lifestyle, Benny, died a hero. Was the light skinned martyr or just a martyr?
As for relating the film to Liberation Theology. It makes perfect sense that the delivery of the plot was so personable, violent and heartbreaking to make the case to care about what has been going on in Brazil. The ending lines of from the narrator are meant to sting. They are meant to leave the audience with the knowledge and power to act upon the feelings taken from the entire film. Saying: now that you know this was true, that this happens and has happened-- What are you going to do about it? It sure made for a better commercial for donating for what would only be less than a dollar a day.
*The song currently playing on Pandora from the Jose Gonzalez station.
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