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Global Warming Gone Wrong

Posted in Michigan with tags , , , on Wednesday, May 28, 2008 by dragonsvamp

I went out to my car this morning at around 7 to find it completely covered in a thin sheet of ice.  It’s almost June and yet it was 36* outside! I actually had to turn the heat on in my car and found that my fingers were starting to freeze from the cold.

The days, however, are nice and breezy with no hint of humidity (except for that one evening a few days ago when it was 72 degrees outside at midnight and the air was pretty sticky- but that was one night).  Anyways, if the whole summer stays like this- in the upper 50s and lower 60s with the sun out and lots of clouds (the way I like it) I’d be very happy to spend the summer here and not wish to go to California where, though it gets hot, it is not humid and so is much nicer.


MI ::Forget March Forth::

Posted in Michigan with tags , , on Wednesday, March 5, 2008 by dragonsvamp

In my last post I had said that it was supposed to snow about 6-9 inches last night. I wasn’t really looking forward to a snow day (I was already missing out on enough college courses- seriously I’m paying an arm and two legs for that I’m not about to want a snow day again) but a snow day would have been nice if it only included the school I work at.

I needed more sleep.

The cold/flu I’ve had for the past three weeks has yet to let up though it has lightened a bit.

Anyhow, I woke up bright and early (Wasn’t very bright actually. It was still dark outside) and checked online at abc12 to see the list of schools closing for the day.

The list was empty. No schools were to be canceled.

I refreshed it just incase it wasn’t up to date. Same results. How could this be if there was inches and inches of snow outside?

I lazily got out of bed and walked over to my glass door. Peaked behind the curtain. There was a extremely thin sheet of snow on top of frozen over water (The previous day was pretty sunny and had melted much of the snow but the ground hadn’t soaked much of the water yet.)

It was going to be slippery business walking to my car without slipping.

Ah another day of work. I really needed that sleep. Oh well. I guess I’d rather have work than have 6 inches of snow to deal with at the moment.

MI ::March Forth::

Posted in Michigan with tags , , , , on Tuesday, March 4, 2008 by dragonsvamp

It’s March.


To me, March symbolizes the beginning of spring.

It snowed the last day of February, but the first two days of March were pretty warm. They were warm to the point that most of the built up snow had melted and the streets were all muddy from the melted snow.

It rained lightly yesterday. But it was still pretty nice. It had hit temperatures in the 50s F. I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure of feeling anything warmer than a 35 F in at least a month.

And yet I go off to my first college course after SPRING break. I was pretty optimistic. The weather was really nice. My class got canceled and so I had to wait and hour and half for my next class to start. Creative Writing.

During those two hours the weather changed completely. It got muggy.

Right when the writing class was about to start my classmates and teacher mentioned that we were to get a harsh storm the next evening and start laughing at my thought that spring was finally here. Nope. Don’t let March deceive you. March is the epitome of WINTER.

Great. (Why did the university give us spring break already then?!)

And now it’s supposed to snow six to nine inches tonight. Wonderful.

I know what’s going to happen. The season’s will just bully spring right out of the way and winter will instantly turn into summer. I can’t stand summer. Much too hot.

There will no longer ever be any more spring or autumn in Michigan.

Uni ::Black vs. White::

Posted in My University Life with tags , , , , , on Friday, February 29, 2008 by dragonsvamp

Ever since I moved to Michigan I noticed something that has been bothering me for a while. I am not sure if this was something I’ve been around and never really noted it until now or it’s something new that’s started occurring and so I noticed. I believe the latter is true but I can’t be a hundred percent sure.

Whenever, I talk to people here and somehow our conversation heads in the direction of discussing someone I don’t know, the person I’m talking to (at least 90% of the time) will note the person they are telling me about’s skin color. This specific description is usually given within the first three adjectives said. And this really bothers me. I’ve never noticed skin color as a major thing until I came here.

I don’t remember talking to my friends in California and mentioning a person’s skin color in our discription of them. Nor do I remember having this issue in Jordan half as much as I do here in Michigan.

Why do I bring this up now? Well I was discussing how I wasn’t able to find some books at the library on a poet I would be shortly writing an 18 paged essay on, Audre Lorde. Of course no one knows who Lorde is so I said, ‘Some lesbian poet’ when asked about who I was supposed to write about. It did come in my head to mention she was black and it annoyed me that I even thought about it because it just shouldn’t matter. Now that I think about it I shouldn’t even have mentioned she was lesbian. That shouldn’t matter either. Even though the poet being black and lesbian in the mid 1900s does matter to how she was received it doesn’t matter to the people I was talking to.

Makes me think, If I’m being influenced in this way then what else is going change in me from living in Michigan?

MI ::One Long Day::

Posted in Michigan with tags , , , , on Friday, January 25, 2008 by dragonsvamp

Friday the 18th turned out to be such a long, long day for me. Even though we only had half day at school, all faculty have to stay until the normal finishing time, which is half past two.

The sixth graders at the school were putting on a play about the life of Moses and one of the girls had begged me the whole week before to stick around and watch it. I decided I would and since there was only an hour and a half left before it would start, I figured I’d just hang around the school and help out with preparations as well as work on editing the progress reports of my students. There was no point going home for a little over an hour and then come back. Just a waste of gas if you ask me and so I stuck around.

Add to that the fact that I was fasting to honor the day of when God split the sea for Moses and gave the Israelites their escape. This event just happened to fall on this same day. And so I haven’t eaten and I haven’t had anything to drink since the night before. I don’t really get hungry on the days I fast but I do get tired. Ever so exhausted and drained and that’s how I felt during the early afternoon hours.

I was so worn out and yet the option of going home and just chilling out for the rest of the evening was definitely no option. I didn’t even consider it as such.

A day packed to me is a day that is never wasted because no matter how much of the things you might be doing might be time wasting or pointless, you’ll always at least come across one thing that you did that made the day worth it. And, therefore, to me a day that is full to the brim with activities and events is one that you’ll go home feeling refreshed; especially that is if those things you were up and about doing during the day were things you were passionate about.

To me Friday was this day.

I didn’t get to see all of the play. I was helping out in keeping everything going smoothly. It ended before the hour was up and then there was dinner. I hung around and met up with some of the girls that I was slightly acquainted with. I bumped into one of said girls (who was to preform at the studio and was also my classmate in creative writing) and asked her for directions to the Red Ink Studio. Not that those directions, once said, would be accurately remembered, but at least I would know in what general area it was at and then I could go to Mapquest and find the exact directions to write down and take with me.

I decided to fill up my tires first before going to Red Ink. This made me late, but better late than never right?

I walk in about fifteen minutes late. The room was dark, the walls grey. It smelled faintly like in-scents. It smelled like my house when I light my candles and in-scents. The lights were dimmed and a lady was on stage talking about the war and the quest for oil and how it’s affecting our world.

Most of the chairs were taken and so I stood against the wall for about an hour yet I was inthralled at my surrounding that it didn’t bother me at all. A few more people came up and from their lips came out poetry that was music to my ears.

Yet I started getting worried that I had missed out on the girl classmate and my professor’s performance. I could see that Mona was sitting towards the front of the room but she was the only one I noticed from my creative writing class.

Finally, a familiar face came onto the stage. It was was a guy from class. Though he was the second familiar face I saw in the room I did not feel out of place. This was I felt I belonged. Just being able to sit and be entertained by people who were yet to become so well known that their humanity began to fade.

No, these were real human beings. Real people that lived normal lives. Yet their difference was that they were passionate about their work; about their art.

They have yet to hit the point where they become icons and idols only to be worshipped by the young and the ignorant. They have yet to become slaves to the millions that they might receive if they attain fame-hood.

They were normal people just like you and me. And boy were many of them seriously talented.

He read two very short poems. I really liked the one titled ‘Broke’ but the first he read too quickly and so it’s message faded from my memory. Yet, though the second one was just as short as the first, he read it in a way where till now the message behind his words linger in the back of my head.

After that my professor read an essay/story she had written. One I absolutely loved. By this time I had found a stool to sit on and was leaning to the side to rest on the wall. I was in my element.

The story was beautiful and yet sad. And by the time my professor had finished reading her story I was positive that my other classmate had already preformed at the beginning before I arrived. I was disappointed, not because I hadn’t heard her before. I did on two occasions but I hadn’t known her on those two events. And though I didn’t know her back then (a few months ago) her words, her poetry kept replaying in my mind. I liked some, I didn’t like some. But no matter my taste in her poetry I have no right to say anything bad about her work. I only prefer some over the others.

However, it turned out that I was wrong. The girl hadn’t preformed yet. She was up next. The two poems she spoke were ones I had heard before. This disappointed me I think because I was hoping to hear something new. Yet she spoke them in such a beautiful way that the one that I didn’t care too much for sounded beautiful to my ears.

I did not leave the Red Ink until around 11 that night. And I left in high spirits. It was a breath of fresh artistic air to me. To be surrounded by people who loved what I loved. I enjoyed every single second of my time there and will never (hopefully since my memory sucks) forget how amazing it was.

I got to buy the ticket for the next spoken word event that will be taking place on this coming Saturday at the university. I can’t wait to go. I hope it’ll be as awe-inspiring an evening as was my evening at the Red Ink.

MI ::Classes Decided Upon and The Damage::

Posted in Driving, Michigan with tags , , , , , , , on Monday, January 7, 2008 by dragonsvamp

Well I guess I didn’t have to wait until Monday to find out the damage done to the lady’s car I had rear-ended. She called me yesterday and told me how much her mechanic would take to fix it as opposed to the (supposed) grand or more that a body shop would have taken. Thankfully I had not smashed the lights. I had hit the car just millimeters away from the rear lights. And nothing was wrong with the bumper either. The Land Rover just hit it above the rear bumper.

The damage? Well a great four hundred dollars down the drain. I could understand that if I had been driving recklessly or something but I was making a very slow turn. The car just slid on the ice and I couldn’t control it.

I guess I should have just been slower or something. Or filled up the back tire with air the moment I had noticed instead of waiting to do it afterwards.

Either way I met up with the lady and paid her up today. Thank God I had saved up a bit for school so I am not like in major trouble or anything. I just took money from that saving and used it to pay for the damage. I’ll worry about paying for school when the time comes to worry about it.

Anyways, I stayed up last night until after two in the morning trying to figure out what courses I was going to take. I had signed up with six classes of which I was only going to end up with three.

The classes I have finally decided to take (which are completely different from the ones that I had originally signed up for) are *drum roll please*:

Creative Writing (M/W) 5:30-6:45.
American Naturalism and Realism (T) 4-6:45
American Poetry (Th) 4-6:45

One writing class, one literature class, and one poetry class. Perfect.

I start tomorrow. I’m thrilled to finally be back in school. We’ll see how long that thrilled-ness lasts before it turns to stressed out-ness.

MI ::School-less::

Posted in Michigan with tags , , , , on Monday, December 17, 2007 by dragonsvamp

Two nights ago it snowed between 8 and 12 inches with an accumulation of 5 to 8 inches.  I had no idea of this until I stepped outside my basement studio apartment because I don’t have any windows in my place and the glass door has blinds concealing my little niche in darkness. So Sunday I walk out at 3 in the afternoon to find that I was almost snowed in. There was at least four inches of snow I had to push away just to open my door. And of course I wasn’t dressed for the snow with my sneakers on.backyard

I stepped outside and my foot sunk into the snow to the point where I couldn’t see it. The weather wasn’t that cold. At least it didn’t feel like it because there was no wind. But it was below 25 F. My car was under a huge pile of snow and my driveway was unrecognizable. It took me five minutes to get my car out of the driveway because of all the snow and my car kept getting stuck. outside my boss's house

Of course soccer was canceled. Which was a major bummer. I was really looking forward to it. I didn’t think the weather was that bad personally. Yeah there was still tons of snow all over the roads because the plowers hadn’t gotten to them yet but still. It wasn’t that bad! But that’s only my opinion since this is my first year living anywhere with this much snow.It’s funny how much I, a Cali girl, have no clue when it comes to the snow.Driving back from canceled soccer

So soccer is canceled.

I decide to go hang out at my boss’s house. Being around them is so fun. I arrive and the kids are playing outside and when they see me they run over and shower me with hugs and questions of what I was doing coming and why I hadn’t come for a couple of days and the like.outside boss's house

I ended up baby sitting the kids while the parents went out to watch I Am Legend. I got to watch Underworld Evolution for the millionth time. When the parents finally got back it was after ten at night and I was happily informed that there would be no school the next day (today; monday) and hence no work for me or my boss. taken while driving

I guess the weather was bad enough for the public schools to take off so we took off as well. Funny thing is we just have Tuesday left and then it’s winter break. It would be a bummer if we have to show up tomorrow. I’m hoping we get a really bad snowstorm tonight or something and then we’d be able to take tomorrow off as well. That would be awesome.more snow