Was it 10 years ago? When the college kid made a video showing his achievements but which had clearly been editied. It showed him bench pressing like a bazillion pounds and zipping tennis balls a thousand miles an hour and similar achievements, and he sent it to prospective employers to demonstrate what he can do when he puts his mind to it. A malicious soul in HR shared the video with friends and it went viral and he was mocked a lot, even in the press. What an unfortunate thing that was. I admire a kid willing to put himself out there to find a job, and what a shame that a 22 year old is held up to the world to be mocked. I wonder where he is today, and hope he is doing well and is a good person and uses that experience to show compassion for others.
My ballot is here. As I’ve mentioned before, Americans have died for my right to vote however I please – i.e. the price for me to vote was the highest possible. And in my opinion, this presidential election is the worst of my five decades of life and neither candidate is deserving, for different reasons but ultimately both are self-absorbed and corrupt. To vote for Trump is like voting for a lesser Hitler, but Clinton is as corrupt as they come and one thing I know is that the US needs to change and a vote for Clinton will ensure all the existing issues — racism, labor abuses, wage inequality and using our military to impose our Corporate America agendas — will continue. So, with all that in mind, I am voting for Bernie. This way, I am keeping my soul intact; absolutey worse case, Trump will be elected, there will be outrage across our country and the world, and it might be the real first step in our country getting its soul back from the devil (Corporate America and Fortune 500 sociopaths). I’ve never seen a more divisive election, which is saying something, but the beauty of my journal/blog and of America is I can express my opinion and vote how I want, so here goes… 🙂
I headed away from college in 1988. Althought it was less than 100 miles from home, I was looking forward to getting away and meeting new people, and didn’t expect to return home very often. But I literally knew no one where I was going, so would have to meet new people. My first day, I was adopted by a small group of close friends, and for the next several weeks I hung out with them, eating meals with them, going to parties with them, etc. They were funny and nice, and I laughed all the time I was with them. Then at one of those parties, I met another couple of people and started hanging out with them, too. This would continue for the rest of that year — branching out and meeting new people all the time. I loved it. I can still see the people and hear the conversations and hear the music that was popular on the campus at the time in the dorms. For whatever reason, the people I’d meet that Spring would stick and I would remain friends for ilfe with some of them, but I haven’t seen most of those people from Fall of 1988 in over 25 years. When I knew them they were just getting started in life, and now many of them are nearing 50. I am sure they are different in many ways and I would probably not recognize them (some may have even passed, and I wouldn’t know since I am not great at scrolling back and reconnecting with people I knew from decades ago) but I will forever see them as 20 year olds with their lives ahead of them. Am thinking about them this morning, for some reason.
He is taking 19 credits, which seems pretty high, considering he spends 20 hours or more a week in band related activities. But he is taking drama, music, etc. and loved his first day of classes. “How was your first day?” I asked yesterday. “Great! I love my classes.” I reminded him he has a couple of extra hours a day in college versus high school that he is not spending in classes, and to use those to his advantage best he can (the wise kids use this time to further their academics, networking, etc. as opposed to hanging out; my first two years I spent that time writing for the local newspaper and editing the school newspaper, but my third year I lost focus and spent most of my time hanging out).
Although we didn’t attend the college football game so did not see Son R march in the half-time show, the university posted the show up on YouTube, and he and I watched it together this morning over my morning coffee. It was awesome! THere were dozens of band members but he pointed out about where he was, but then at one point the on-field camera zoomed in on him and we got a close up of him! It was awesome, and I think he was very proud although he probably would probably not admit it to me. He did smile when I gave him a fist bump. I forwarded it to wife M, the grandparents and my sister 🙂
Son R marched in his first half-time show for his college marching band on Saturday, then attended his first college party later that evening (I loved that he left his car at home, bussed there and took a taxi back). Then he registered for his first classes today. Exciting!
My first day of college was September 29, 1986 and I remember it like it was yesterday. Chris Chandler was quarterback of the UW Huskies (who a week or two earlier had trounced a powerful Ohio State team), and my first class was English 101 at 7:30 AM. I can’t say I’d like to go back to my freshman year of college, but at the time I felt like I had my whole world ahead of me. I really liked my Sophomore and Junior Years in college, probably because I spent too much time on the social part and not enough on the academics. In fact, I was put on academic probation following a 1.8 GPA (I was a 3.95 after my freshman year) which honestly was a miracle it was that high — I had to beg my Essay professor for a D rather than an F after skipping nearly the entire quarter.
Hopefully my son will not follow my example. But I’d tried so hard to be a good kid in a fairly strict and somewhat stressful (busy) household, so honestly just needed to get some things out of my system for a year or two before returning back to my “good” ways. I’ve been pretty mellow, a light drinker/partier and avoided trouble ever since.
It is game day. All across the country college football players are dressing in their uniforms. But other types of players are dressing today too — for example, the band members (and cheerleaders, etc.). Today son R appeared in his snappy band uniform. He is tall (6’1″) and lean, and looks sharp in his uniform. I hate to say the word proud, but I am happy for him. And I am excited for me. I am as happy — in fact happier, since it is safer — if he were playing on the football team. I was more of the jock, so always thought of sports from the player perspective, and it is fun to see the excitement from the band perspective, too. For him, it is opening day as much as for the players.