Mac 'N Cheese on the Rocks

So, you may have noticed that linked to this blog is another that we were assigned to keep about our first semester in college for Freshman Forum.  The purpose of that one was to keep records of what we learned from the speakers in the forum and to try to give an idea of how we dealt with starting our college lives.  Pretty tough goals to keep up with.  I mostly rambled and gave too much personal information. 

I actually have been kind of excited about blogging again this semester.  I would have been disappointed if Dr. Vince would have been like, "Hey, let's not do that blogging thing, nobody likes that."  Of course, this year's purpose is not the same as last time.  Now we are supposed to get civilly engaged, which is to say, we've got to get in some volunteer hours.  I don't really like the idea of literally counting the hours of service you give.  It's so incredibly superficial!  I have never in my life been asked to count the hours I spent helping someone - kind of takes away from the selfless part of it if you're doing it because you're keeping tabs on your own good deeds.  But I completely understand why it has to be under those guidelines for a class, and it really helps that we get to pick the service we become involved in.  Then there's no excuse if you're dragging your feet, because we are given the opportunity to pick something we care about.

Since, as of the beginning of last semester, I am now a Geographic Information Systems major, it would benefit my career the most to get involved in some kind of dam service project or environmental aid group.  But careers aren't everything in life, and I am afraid of old people, so I think I'm going to face my fears instead. Last year I went to a community service fair in the GUC, and one group sounded especially intimidating to me - Hospice of the Shoals.  I mean, as far as I can tell, you're going in to someone's house and talking to, reading to, feeding, and basically just trying to make someone feel a little better on their deathbed.  These are just really old people who essentially have nothing left to do but wait to go home to eternity.  You hang out with them, and then possibly be assigned someone else the next week because your new friend just died!  How terrible is that? What do you say?

After talking that up so well, you're probably like, man, I want to do that too!  I could also work in an animal shelter downtown.  I like puppies.  I'll think about it.  Time to go to the gym.

"Hats off to the bull!!" - Chevelle   

:K