<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386086927988804597</id><updated>2011-07-30T20:57:38.847-05:00</updated><category term='mail'/><category term='education'/><category term='Illinois Institute of Technology'/><category term='gundam 00'/><category term='dorm'/><category term='graduation'/><category term='books'/><category term='short'/><category term='Afghanistan'/><category term='clinical'/><category term='replay'/><category term='Dragonball'/><category term='ROTC'/><category term='brian bacon'/><category term='feb 14'/><category term='LTC'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='homework'/><category term='hemingway'/><category term='army'/><category term='elementary school'/><category term='grandia'/><category term='the draft'/><category term='lights out'/><category term='israel'/><category term='letters'/><category term='trailers'/><category term='inner thoughts'/><category term='update'/><category term='advertisements'/><category term='hygiene'/><category term='facebook'/><category term='LDAC'/><category term='bed bugs'/><category term='peace'/><category term='election'/><category term='battle buddy'/><category term='lol'/><category term='wakeup'/><category term='fire guard'/><category term='rite of passage'/><category term='music'/><category term='school'/><category term='Buddhism'/><category term='FFIX'/><category term='CG'/><category term='drill sergeant'/><category term='NIU'/><category term='bennett'/><category term='marijuana'/><category term='Roosevelt University'/><category term='imeem'/><category term='FFT'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='anime'/><category term='article'/><category term='DS'/><category term='code geass'/><category term='President Obama'/><category term='hamas'/><title type='text'>Pierce the Sky</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08786313625054745992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386086927988804597.post-3126140173067174787</id><published>2009-10-21T23:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T23:53:21.017-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NIU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Disposition</title><content type='html'>I think I finally understand why the College of Education at NIU bothers me so strongly. Once you enter the program after fulfilling all the requirements, they force us to take classes in sections. This limits our choices of when to take a class and with whom. Once you get in, these instructors teach their courses by the design of their respected departments. And here's what upsets me: you would think that if the college designs a program around courses set to correlate with each other that the departments actually communicate! The assignments, the demands and expectations, and the workload is so off tangent that it makes students frustrated and discouraged. Was this the college's intent? "To kill off the weak?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communication with other teachers is what they drill into our minds in all of the courses, but these instructors and departments do not follow what they preach. If we are to teach our students by modeling what we want them to do, then our college is not acceptable. No matter how great an instructor is, the problem still remains that these teachers lack the empathy or desire to help us succeed in becoming in-service teachers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386086927988804597-3126140173067174787?l=sulphurmatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/feeds/3126140173067174787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386086927988804597&amp;postID=3126140173067174787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/3126140173067174787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/3126140173067174787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/2009/10/disposition.html' title='Disposition'/><author><name>Brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08786313625054745992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386086927988804597.post-1621151412887873458</id><published>2009-09-28T00:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T00:21:15.828-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NIU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Sense of Ownership</title><content type='html'>The textbooks we use in our pre-service classes discuss the importance of developing a sense of ownership for our students so that they can have a deeper connection to what they're learning. I strongly believe in creating a curriculum that matters to them; otherwise, how will they ever believe a higher education would be of any worth to them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question for this is about a college education? Don't we need a sense of ownership as well? All the essays, projects, readings, but for what? Do our professors consider the students in their planning and assigning? Do the departments even think we matter? I have spent many nights writing up papers or reading up on chapters from the text wondering, "what's the relevance? The books tell me why I should read it, but when was the last time the professor actually gave us a thoughtful and sensible reason?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is college treated so different from elementary and secondary education? Do people stop thinking a certain way right after graduating from high school? Are we robots that can purely learn from a teacher-directed lecture?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386086927988804597-1621151412887873458?l=sulphurmatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/feeds/1621151412887873458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386086927988804597&amp;postID=1621151412887873458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/1621151412887873458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/1621151412887873458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/2009/09/sense-of-ownership.html' title='Sense of Ownership'/><author><name>Brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08786313625054745992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386086927988804597.post-7016912776009692320</id><published>2009-09-17T00:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T00:16:53.803-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elementary school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NIU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='article'/><title type='text'>A New Sentiment Emerging</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Since this semester has started, I've had this distressing feeling. This feeling like what we're doing for our students is not what we should be doing. The courses, the philosophies, the implementations--everything seems to lose its validity through my eyes. My classmates, the teachers, the students.. they're hearing but they're not listening. Is it because everyone's lives are so busy? Can we no longer stop and listen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;Article Review: “Creating Culturally Responsive, Inclusive Classrooms”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many techniques and strategies offered in this article are listed in the textbooks and lectured in our in-service courses, but it’s restated over and over for in-service teachers. There must be an explanation-the teachers are not applying what they learn. My clinical teacher behaves in this manner; she had a self-confidence team-building exercise required, but she modified it to her class. The class was to pass around a “shining star” and write positive comments about each other, but the teacher felt 8th graders would not take it seriously and directed students to work independently and fill it in themselves using skeleton sentences, such as “I am good at…” Her behavior contrasted the ideas I have been taught in my courses: demonstrate what you want the students to do, encourage cooperative learning, and make it relevant. So this brings me back to my earlier point. The teachers I have had an opportunity to talk to say that they have not learned much from college. What happened to them? What will happen to us? I fear that many of us are already encouraged to drop the research and practices for the easier route. Perhaps, our college instructors themselves are not relating the courses to the students. The courses do not give us the deeper impact, the relevance, or the inspiration to do more.&lt;br /&gt;From reading, the guidelines do not seem like it involves a lot of time and effort to implement. What reason can there be? The teachers are trained to teach and follow, but not to lead and take a risk to do more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386086927988804597-7016912776009692320?l=sulphurmatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/feeds/7016912776009692320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386086927988804597&amp;postID=7016912776009692320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/7016912776009692320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/7016912776009692320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-sentiment-emerging.html' title='A New Sentiment Emerging'/><author><name>Brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08786313625054745992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386086927988804597.post-7994955206392198810</id><published>2009-09-09T22:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:47:47.834-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NIU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clinical'/><title type='text'>an assignment</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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I wrote this when I had the time; it was more of a reflection off of the given assignment because it wasn't challenging and as an adult, I felt that it did no good to simply do what I was told. In the end, I will probably not hand this version to her. If students had a voice in the policies of our education department...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make-up summary for seminar 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt; &lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;u1:worddocument&gt;   &lt;u1:view&gt;Normal&lt;u1:zoom&gt;0&lt;u1:punctuationkerning/&gt;     &lt;u1:validateagainstschemas/&gt;     &lt;u1:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;u1:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;u1:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;u1:compatibility&gt;         &lt;u1:breakwrappedtables/&gt;         &lt;u1:snaptogridincell/&gt;         &lt;u1:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;         &lt;u1:useasianbreakrules/&gt;         &lt;u1:dontgrowautofit/&gt;         &lt;u1:usefelayout/&gt;         &lt;u1:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/u1:browserlevel&gt;        &lt;/u1:compatibility&gt;       &lt;/u1:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;      &lt;/u1:ignoremixedcontent&gt;     &lt;/u1:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;    &lt;/u1:zoom&gt;   &lt;/u1:view&gt;  &lt;/u1:worddocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;u2:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/u2:latentstyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Upon completing the slide notes for Seminar #2, I have come to the conclusion that these seminars are needed for administrative purposes. We are instructed to be professional, not just for the sake of our own development, but because we will get a disposition notice. The students of this college, those who earned a slot into the program, are taught with fear and juvenile techniques. They are in fear of making a mistake, to take a risk and ask questions. &lt;b style=""&gt;Are we not adult enough to put away the cellular phone or dress appropriately if only the speaker asks?&lt;/b&gt; Are we still children that need adults to formulate rules and bans? &lt;b style=""&gt;Seminars are tools for the administration to successfully create men and women that will continue to listen and follow the traditions of a failing system.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;In order to meet the satisfactory requirements of this assignment and keep me from getting into problems, I shall focus on the ways to implement the key points covered. Besides the fact that I had to discuss this already on the powerpoint slides handout (on every single slide, no matter how obvious; see slides 1-3 and 8), I shall not challenge my instructor’s directions and shall regurgitate in a summary manner. &lt;b style=""&gt;Yes, pre-service teachers must not be treated like adults. Assigning the notes on the seminar is not enough; assign it again as a 1 ½ to 2 page summary!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Student-teaching confirmation forms are approaching on our timeline. We have been told through the seminar to follow a certain protocol. Once we receive the email from Sue Lowell, we will need to go to the office and take the form to the school. It has to be signed and submitted within two weeks of receiving placement. Contacting the teacher is a priority, but visiting is not. That is, if it is received during the three-week block, then we are to wait until it is finished.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;The take-away idea for this seminar is called the 3-Step Interview. Interviews are done in pairs and then assimilated into another. Communication skills are practiced as well as critical thinking. What you learn from another should have a connection to each other or on the topic.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;The last key point I have missed is the first assigned reading from the Wong textbook. To implement high expectations, I will organize my goals and expectations into something tangible. This is effective when students have no guidance on the first day. To support this point, I connect the video of Chelonnda Seroyer’s presentation. She provided clear rules and guildelines. The students knew that her classroom does not get distracted by low expectations. By using her own childhood, Seroyer exemplified a first-hand source: create a structured environment that remains consistent and safe even when everything else is chaotic. 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It is a really good read, but I know that many people don't have time to just sit down and read an article about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;spirituality&lt;/span&gt;. So I'll just highlight some things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;He’d always explain to me that my actions had consequences. And, most important, he taught me that we have the right to ask questions about anything and everything. But with that right comes a responsibility: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If we’re going to question the actions of others, we also have to be willing to question our own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The author was raised in a Jewish family, but his family rejected all religions and raised his children to think in a scientific manner. He wanted them to think critically and question the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;why's&lt;/span&gt; and the how's. It's a very good way to raise children in my opinion. Rather than to take your child to church every weekend to teach them what is right and wrong without ever giving them the choice often seems absurd to me.&lt;br /&gt;Back to the article..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Should we take the practice of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dharma&lt;/span&gt; is learning how to live, and this is both hard and joyful work. Practice makes extraordinary demands of us. It requires that we take nothing for granted, that we accept nothing on faith alone. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If we practice with diligence and honesty, then we must question everything about ourselves; we must challenge our most basic beliefs and convictions, even those we may have about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dharma&lt;/span&gt; itself. &lt;/span&gt;Of all the teachings of the Buddha, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kalama&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sutta&lt;/span&gt; is one of my favorites precisely because it encourages such rigorous inquiry into our beliefs. Indeed, if Buddhism were not infused with the spirit of this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sutta&lt;/span&gt;—a spirit of questioning, of critical examination—I’m quite sure I would not have a meditative practice today.&lt;/blockquote&gt;I believe in this full-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;heartedly&lt;/span&gt;; just because you follow a practice, religion, or philosophy doesn't mean it must be followed to the teeth. I believe that more people need to challenge their beliefs, because there are so many problems in this world and they're all based on our values. Ill people with no medicare in Africa, terrorism in the Middle East, hate crimes all over the world.. all starts from what we believe in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exclusive truth-the author believes this is what people are more comfortable with; something concrete and definite. Something that they can put their faith into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Actually, I think their skepticism is very admirable, and rather unusual. The history of the world reveals that people are drawn to those who provide a strong, uncompromising teaching. We’re drawn to those who say, “This is it, and everyone else is wrong.” Certainly we see this pattern in contemporary politics, but we also see abuse of this sort within spiritual circles. It makes you wonder: Do we really want freedom? Can we handle the responsibility? Or would we just prefer to have an impressive teacher, someone who can give us the answers and do the hard work for us?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;There’s a teaching story from China: People came from far and wide to hear the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dharma&lt;/span&gt; talks of a young teacher. Apparently he had some depth. And one day, an old master came to hear him. He sat in the back of the meditation hall while the young teacher was giving a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;dharma&lt;/span&gt; talk. But the young teacher saw him, and out of respect, knowing that he was a renowned teacher and also much older, said, “Please, come up here, sit next to me while I give my talk.” So the old master rose and sat next to him. The young teacher resumed his talk, and every other word was a quotation from a different &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;sutra&lt;/span&gt; or Zen master. The old master started to nod off in front of everyone. And the young teacher could see this out of the corner of his eye, but he just continued. The more authorities he cited, the sleepier the old master became. Finally, the young teacher &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t stand it anymore, so he asked, “What’s wrong? Is my teaching so boring, so awful, so totally off?” At that point, the old master leaned over and gave him a very hard pinch and the young teacher screamed, “Ouch!” The old master said, “Ah! That’s what I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; come all this way for. This pure teaching. This 'ouch' teaching.”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;How do we balance internal authority with external authority? As the Buddha says, just because something is ancient &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t mean it’s true. Just because it’s new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t mean it’s true. Just because it’s in the scriptures &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t mean it’s true. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just because it seems reasonable, or you like the person teaching it, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t mean it’s right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;So what is the test of truth? The Buddha offers a simple formula: Test things in terms of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cause and effect&lt;/span&gt;. Whatever is unskillful, leading to harm and ill, should be abandoned; whatever is skillful, leading to happiness and peace, should be pursued. Apply the test of skillfulness to all teachings in all your actions. Where is this teaching taking you? Is it moving you in a direction that is wise and kind? One quick test &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;’t enough, you know.&lt;/blockquote&gt;I cannot say that I'm Buddhist or Christian when I'm still experiencing life. Just like Larry Rosenberg of the article says, we need to see the cause and effect of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tricycle.com/7september2009"&gt;article: Tricycle.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386086927988804597-8038534729257302555?l=sulphurmatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/feeds/8038534729257302555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386086927988804597&amp;postID=8038534729257302555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/8038534729257302555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/8038534729257302555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/2009/09/do-you-really-want-to-be-free-or-just.html' title='Do you really want to be free, or just comfortable?'/><author><name>Brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08786313625054745992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386086927988804597.post-8328969837550811978</id><published>2009-09-03T19:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T19:54:08.637-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LDAC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='army'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ROTC'/><title type='text'>Post LDAC</title><content type='html'>I left for the 5th regiment of LDAC back in June and got back home in July. It was an interesting experience; the weather was amazingly cool and hot rolled in one day, and I made some friends.. Well I would think they were friends, but things like this in ROTC is a bit grey. I passed everything, but at one point I certainly thought I would have to go home and do it all over again next summer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assessment was a problem, because the grader is not always around to observe your day of leadership so one would have to rely on a yellow card. The yellow cards are used to make yourself sound awesome and brilliant. Exagerrate and elaborate. It is the key to getting that "excellent" grade rather than a "satisfactory." This whole game at LDAC confronted my religious beliefs, and it was definitely a point worth thinking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was getting an E at LDAC worth sacrificing my values and beliefs? In the end, even the Army wasn't worth ruining my chances of spiritual enlightenment and human honesty. I passed with a Satisfactory grade. Fine with me. Do I really need the graders to know how much I've done for my platoon? In the eyes of the Army, yes, but in my eyes, I believe there is more to life than this. I figured this was all another obstacle on my road to self peace and happiness. How can you care about others when you can't be honest with yourself? That's what I think about when I look at these lame evaluation cards. If I know that I did my best for my men, and they know it too, then it's all well said and done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was LDAC. I really didn't like it all that much; it was TAC-dependent. If you had some really traditional and stubborn cadre following you around like me, then you'll have a sour taste in your mouth. Just get er done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386086927988804597-8328969837550811978?l=sulphurmatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/feeds/8328969837550811978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386086927988804597&amp;postID=8328969837550811978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/8328969837550811978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/8328969837550811978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/2009/09/post-ldac.html' title='Post LDAC'/><author><name>Brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08786313625054745992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386086927988804597.post-1752757893687733881</id><published>2009-05-19T22:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:42:48.967-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LTC'/><title type='text'>New LTC promo out!</title><content type='html'>I don't know how I stumbled upon this new LTC promo on youtube, but it exists!&lt;br /&gt;My friend is also in it; she's interviewed about swimming or something along those lines. It was fun to see this video and it brought back great memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NihdMn-Pm2c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NihdMn-Pm2c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386086927988804597-1752757893687733881?l=sulphurmatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/feeds/1752757893687733881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386086927988804597&amp;postID=1752757893687733881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/1752757893687733881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/1752757893687733881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-ltc-promo-out.html' title='New LTC promo out!'/><author><name>Brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08786313625054745992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386086927988804597.post-3340852774734821692</id><published>2009-05-19T22:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:37:01.644-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roosevelt University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Illinois Institute of Technology'/><title type='text'>Roosevelt University</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/hurryupkid/auditoriumtheatre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/hurryupkid/auditoriumtheatre.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Valerie just graduated from Roosevelt University last weekend, and I'm so proud of her! I'm also proud of all my friends that have graduated on time as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm envious; I wish I could be graduating this year as well. I still have till December 2010 to graduate. I'm even more envious of my friends back in my old school IIT. That school is a tough place and a very selective kind of place. It's definitely not for everyone. I learned that a learner and person like me would not be compatible with that environment, but I loved the people there and some of the perks of being in Bronzeville, Chicago. So congrats to my friends from there; I wish I could've been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Roosevelt University.&lt;br /&gt;The graduates had their commencement at the Auditorium Theatre. It's a classy place and the attendants and guests surely dressed appropriately. It was an obvious contrast to the commencement at NIU. I guess you get a different atmosphere with private schools.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386086927988804597-3340852774734821692?l=sulphurmatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/feeds/3340852774734821692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386086927988804597&amp;postID=3340852774734821692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/3340852774734821692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/3340852774734821692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/2009/05/roosevelt-university.html' title='Roosevelt University'/><author><name>Brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08786313625054745992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386086927988804597.post-8361690096377865101</id><published>2009-05-07T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T21:51:32.020-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NIU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marijuana'/><title type='text'>Do you mind if I smoke?</title><content type='html'>That was the question this peculiar messy girl asked my friend and me today as we were smoking out in the back. We thought she was just joking around (although not funny) because we were already having a smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She whips out a joint. Wow, smoking a joint at 3 in the afternoon in broad daylight. If she had balls, they'd be big.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386086927988804597-8361690096377865101?l=sulphurmatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/feeds/8361690096377865101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386086927988804597&amp;postID=8361690096377865101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/8361690096377865101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/8361690096377865101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/2009/05/do-you-mind-if-i-smoke.html' title='Do you mind if I smoke?'/><author><name>Brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08786313625054745992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386086927988804597.post-1488738138276638393</id><published>2009-05-05T21:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T21:55:41.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>silly survey..</title><content type='html'>Have you ever thought about getting your lip pierced?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I'd love piercings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does a kiss make you feel better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i236.photobucket.com/albums/ff286/nfforums/hurr.gif" alt="" title="sorry hollie, no :hollie" class="inlineimg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever passed out on the bathroom floor?&lt;br /&gt;Of course I have. It's like asking, "Should you have taken six shots of whiskey?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you start the water before you get in the shower or when you get in?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, the dorm showers kind of suck in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do today?&lt;br /&gt;I took my first final exam of the week. I'm a bit nervous about the results. I also found my xrays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever brushed your teeth while in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... no. is it as good as peeing in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you had more than 3 boyfriends/girlfriends at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;Oh that would be dreamy. So no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought about your death?&lt;br /&gt;Hasn't everyone? I've gotta get the elixer of life fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.tinypic.com/rlz4ib.png" alt="" title="" class="inlineimg" border="0" /&gt; unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather be in a permanent relationship or play the field?&lt;br /&gt;Permanent so that I can have a freakin wife in the house already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite sport?&lt;br /&gt;I'm like George Michael (AD) when it comes to sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color is your shower curtain?&lt;br /&gt;White&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had stitches?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you believe that boys/girls had cooties?&lt;br /&gt;No way jose. I was foreign, so I just pretended and followed everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how to use chopsticks?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics stuck in your head?&lt;br /&gt;lolli lolli lollipop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=66yP7UKNf0g" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=66yP7UKNf0g&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like the Red Sox or Yankees?&lt;br /&gt;Bad choices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Finals again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you couldn't take your eyes off of?&lt;br /&gt;Last person I was being a creeper was my teacher. I wanted to say thanks, but I got camera shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever given money to a homeless person?&lt;br /&gt;I do it everytime I go to Chicago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever run over an animal?&lt;br /&gt;No, but I've seen a train collide with a pigeon &lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y197/Goobidy/Smilies/emotawesomepm9.gif" alt="" title="Awesome!" class="inlineimg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite cereal?&lt;br /&gt;golden grahams. good smelling piss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had an Oreo with peanut butter?&lt;br /&gt;Ew that's gotta be dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing right at this moment?&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the clinic to open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think its right for straight guys to get their tongue pierced?&lt;br /&gt;Of course. I'd like mine pierced. Ok, i thought about it for more than two seconds. and No i would not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's your favorite place to be?&lt;br /&gt;Being in Chicago. Just a few more days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite song?&lt;br /&gt;Such a hard thing to think about.&lt;br /&gt;Six Different Ways - The Cure : it's a very rounded song for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you more of a coffee or alcohol drinker?&lt;br /&gt;Coffee, because it's the only thing acceptable to drink when with the children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thrown shoes on a telephone wire?&lt;br /&gt;No. I'm not white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been skinny dipping?&lt;br /&gt;No. I'm not white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been arrested?&lt;br /&gt;No, but sometimes I wake up thinking I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you dream in black and white?&lt;br /&gt;I dream in cartoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you talk in your sleep?&lt;br /&gt;On rare occasions, I think I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you snore?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a redneck?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funniest thing you heard all day?&lt;br /&gt;My friend would plagiarize Lord of the Rings for my history class, and she never got caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever gotten a mosquito bite on your face?&lt;br /&gt;No. but bed bugs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you afraid of?&lt;br /&gt;Probably the unknown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386086927988804597-1488738138276638393?l=sulphurmatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/feeds/1488738138276638393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386086927988804597&amp;postID=1488738138276638393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/1488738138276638393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/1488738138276638393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/2009/05/silly-survey.html' title='silly survey..'/><author><name>Brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08786313625054745992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i30.tinypic.com/rlz4ib_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386086927988804597.post-2890822023519002556</id><published>2009-04-13T09:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T09:22:52.648-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trailers'/><title type='text'>Moon</title><content type='html'>Yeah, when I hear about a trailer for a film titled, "Moon," I think Twilight. I admit it. That stupid moneymaker has trashed my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, Moon is not Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;It looks like an amazing scifi-suspense film of 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lhIB0mqbPiE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lhIB0mqbPiE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386086927988804597-2890822023519002556?l=sulphurmatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/feeds/2890822023519002556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386086927988804597&amp;postID=2890822023519002556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/2890822023519002556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/2890822023519002556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/2009/04/moon.html' title='Moon'/><author><name>Brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08786313625054745992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386086927988804597.post-7112973463058155346</id><published>2009-04-11T16:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T16:20:50.394-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elementary school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NIU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clinical'/><title type='text'>construction paper</title><content type='html'>If I could go back in time, I would definitely invent the construction paper. Imagine how much money I would have now. Its used everyday in almost every kindergarten classroom in the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who thought of creating hats out of construction paper? On my last day in kindergarten, we made april bunny hats (one of my students was a Jehova's Witness) instead of easter bunny hats. Who had the idea of putting a slip of paper around the head and putting it together in a classroom? I wonder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386086927988804597-7112973463058155346?l=sulphurmatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/feeds/7112973463058155346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386086927988804597&amp;postID=7112973463058155346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/7112973463058155346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/7112973463058155346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/2009/04/construction-paper.html' title='construction paper'/><author><name>Brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08786313625054745992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386086927988804597.post-4124701040219090993</id><published>2009-03-15T22:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T23:01:31.930-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='President Obama'/><title type='text'>"In 8th grade math, we’ve fallen to 9th place."</title><content type='html'>I was disappointed when I heard President Obama's speech about education. It just sounded like whining, even after he got the presidency. I am waiting to hear what his plans are to improve schools across the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.politifact.com/truth-o-meter/statements/2009/mar/13/barack-obama/8th-graders-are-9th-showing-improvement-not-fallin/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he said that the 8th graders were falling to 9th place, he was false. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386086927988804597-4124701040219090993?l=sulphurmatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/feeds/4124701040219090993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386086927988804597&amp;postID=4124701040219090993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/4124701040219090993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/4124701040219090993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-8th-grade-math-weve-fallen-to-9th.html' title='&quot;In 8th grade math, we’ve fallen to 9th place.&quot;'/><author><name>Brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08786313625054745992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386086927988804597.post-7979266573991081947</id><published>2009-03-15T22:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T22:39:51.542-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Spring Break will do ya good</title><content type='html'>Or is it Spring Break will do you well? I'm not a grammar Nazi, so I'll have to find out from a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought a week off from school would rejuvenate me for more school, but it's Sunday and school begins again tomorrow. I'm still feeling a little restricted, and I hope I don't cave into the pressure. Of course there's the saying, "You are what you are" and perhaps I will just have to believe I'm doing alright to be alright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386086927988804597-7979266573991081947?l=sulphurmatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/feeds/7979266573991081947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386086927988804597&amp;postID=7979266573991081947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/7979266573991081947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/7979266573991081947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-break-will-do-ya-good.html' title='Spring Break will do ya good'/><author><name>Brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08786313625054745992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386086927988804597.post-7517510156640275209</id><published>2009-02-14T15:11:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T15:53:55.784-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NIU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feb 14'/><title type='text'>Memorial</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtjCP4Bb8ms/SZc78Ut8N9I/AAAAAAAAADs/j2Y3DMdcaOY/s1600-h/we+are+niu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtjCP4Bb8ms/SZc78Ut8N9I/AAAAAAAAADs/j2Y3DMdcaOY/s200/we+are+niu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302772993791637458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's pretty amazing that it's been one year already since the terrible day at NIU. I remember a lot of it; from waiting for the bus at 3 to waiting for my ride back home. We stayed away from school for a week, and then we had volunteer counselors coming from all over the states to help the school heal. Classes were changed; assignments were dropped or extended. Safety has also changed around campus. We no longer have late night student desk jobs, and we have hired red coats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's the first year anniversary of the tragedy, and the bigheads decided to establish a memorial at the place of Cole Hall. I can still remember this past fall semester when new students tried to open the doors of Cole Hall; they don't understand the history of the campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386086927988804597-7517510156640275209?l=sulphurmatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/feeds/7517510156640275209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386086927988804597&amp;postID=7517510156640275209' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/7517510156640275209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/7517510156640275209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/2009/02/memorial.html' title='Memorial'/><author><name>Brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08786313625054745992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtjCP4Bb8ms/SZc78Ut8N9I/AAAAAAAAADs/j2Y3DMdcaOY/s72-c/we+are+niu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386086927988804597.post-5384393642349005484</id><published>2009-02-12T15:15:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T15:23:12.187-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clinical'/><title type='text'>You do not get a second chance to make a first impression</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;True. That's why people are given another chance.&lt;br /&gt;My clinical course textbook gets me irritated sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It's common sense. You will be treated as you are dressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common sense? Really? Based on what study? My textbook does not citations on anything it is saying. It's not credible in my opinion. If I had a choice, I wouldn't read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It is not what is&lt;br /&gt;but what is perceived that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my textbook:&lt;br /&gt;Wong, H., &amp;amp; Wong, R. (2009). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The First Days of School&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. Mountainview: Harry K. Wong Publications.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386086927988804597-5384393642349005484?l=sulphurmatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/feeds/5384393642349005484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386086927988804597&amp;postID=5384393642349005484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/5384393642349005484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/5384393642349005484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-do-not-get-second-chance-to-make.html' title='You do not get a second chance to make a first impression'/><author><name>Brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08786313625054745992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386086927988804597.post-4151248525960676415</id><published>2009-02-02T22:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T22:44:01.781-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Expectations from $81</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I spent $81 on a textbook for a class I'm not quite sure I need. It's a technology course that's supposed to help future teachers integrate technology and media into their lessons. I took a quick break from reading the assigned chapters because I found something so unspeakable...&lt;br /&gt;I thought a book that costed $81 (used) would be credible and professional, but one of the first things it did was to cite wikipedia. That's right. A college textbook just cited wikipedia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386086927988804597-4151248525960676415?l=sulphurmatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/feeds/4151248525960676415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386086927988804597&amp;postID=4151248525960676415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/4151248525960676415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/4151248525960676415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/2009/02/expectations-from-81.html' title='Expectations from $81'/><author><name>Brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08786313625054745992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386086927988804597.post-8982873301617180903</id><published>2009-01-29T14:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T14:40:10.510-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short'/><title type='text'>An urge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtjCP4Bb8ms/SYIUBSmY8NI/AAAAAAAAADk/3cVeYGZh9jg/s1600-h/PBF210-Wishing_Well.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 434px; height: 143px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtjCP4Bb8ms/SYIUBSmY8NI/AAAAAAAAADk/3cVeYGZh9jg/s320/PBF210-Wishing_Well.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296818124146405586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've had an urge to brag; just to say that I'm doing a good job, but I know that no one likes to hear that kind of stuff because I especially don't want to sit around listening to braggers. Some people mistake my humble nature for being shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the picture is irrelevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386086927988804597-8982873301617180903?l=sulphurmatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/feeds/8982873301617180903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386086927988804597&amp;postID=8982873301617180903' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/8982873301617180903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/8982873301617180903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/2009/01/urge.html' title='An urge'/><author><name>Brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08786313625054745992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtjCP4Bb8ms/SYIUBSmY8NI/AAAAAAAAADk/3cVeYGZh9jg/s72-c/PBF210-Wishing_Well.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386086927988804597.post-6906565725944845802</id><published>2009-01-25T22:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T22:42:17.515-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Afghanistan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='President Obama'/><title type='text'>Afghanistan</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;We will begin to responsibly leave Iraq to its people, and forge a hard-earned peace in Afghanistan.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So President Obama said this in his speech last week. To forge a hard-earned peace in Afghanistan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“Afghanistan in many ways poses an even more complex and difficult long-term challenge than Iraq — one that, despite a large international effort, will require a significant U.S. military and economic commitment for some time,” the defense secretary and former CIA head wrote.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnsnews.com/public/content/article.aspx?RsrcID=42417"&gt;CNSNews&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say I am disappointed that our new president is heading towards Afghanistan; he said it himself in his presidential campaign that we need to spend more than ever in the military budget, but I just didn't want to see more declarations of war.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386086927988804597-6906565725944845802?l=sulphurmatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/feeds/6906565725944845802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386086927988804597&amp;postID=6906565725944845802' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/6906565725944845802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/6906565725944845802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/2009/01/afghanistan.html' title='Afghanistan'/><author><name>Brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08786313625054745992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386086927988804597.post-3519927768355831099</id><published>2009-01-11T00:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T00:13:51.065-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inner thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='army'/><title type='text'>What's my reason?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today I was talking to my friend over the phone while I was at the library, and he asked me why I joined the army. He said I should get out. When he was talking about it, I was a little disappointed with his tone. Sure, no one in my family really supports the idea of me in the military (they often ignore it while I'm at home), but my friend is like my high school chum. His opinions matter, and his question kinda hit me. Why did I join? I certainly disagree with a lot of our foreign policies, and I'm very outspoken against the war on "terror."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what is my reason? what is going to keep me going? I really have no answer, and that really scares me. Maybe life is moving too fast for me right now that I cannot think. Back in the day, I was really spacy and had so much time to think. Of course, back in the day I was not doing all this bullshit I have to do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point of this--&lt;br /&gt;I will find my reasons before it's too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386086927988804597-3519927768355831099?l=sulphurmatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/feeds/3519927768355831099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386086927988804597&amp;postID=3519927768355831099' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/3519927768355831099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/3519927768355831099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/2009/01/whats-my-reason.html' title='What&apos;s my reason?'/><author><name>Brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08786313625054745992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386086927988804597.post-2424295440645702658</id><published>2009-01-10T19:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T19:46:55.132-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LTC'/><title type='text'>LTC memory: Update on something I found</title><content type='html'>While reminiscing through my old Lj, I found this interesting find. I wrote it after I had my precombat inspection last summer before I went to LTC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Today I had my PCI and APFT in Dekalb. The PCI (precombat inspection) was to make sure i was ready to leave next wednesday for LTC. the only thing i didn't have with me was two athletic supporters. yuck, why do i need three jock straps? i heard no one wore those. :C i hope someone calls me and say, "nevermind we don't think you need it."&lt;br /&gt;we also had to do the horrible fitness test. i get so anxious to get those over with. i did alright on my situps... average on the run and pushup though. SFC Lewis told me that i have to strive for 300 because soldiers look up to a leader who is physically strong. so i guess i'll aim for that by the end of my college career.&lt;/blockquote&gt;So as an update,&lt;br /&gt;No I did not ever, ever wear those stupid supporters. In fact, they could care less. They never checked the things we brought. The list they gave us must have been old too, because they did not allow OTC medicines including tylenol and claritin. And I had them in my locker for two weeks before realizing I looked like I smuggled in drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And look how youthful I was! To aim for 300 on the APFT. I'd like to see someone else reach that first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386086927988804597-2424295440645702658?l=sulphurmatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/feeds/2424295440645702658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386086927988804597&amp;postID=2424295440645702658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/2424295440645702658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/2424295440645702658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/2009/01/ltc-memory-update-on-something-i-found.html' title='LTC memory: Update on something I found'/><author><name>Brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08786313625054745992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386086927988804597.post-7401987235043478911</id><published>2009-01-06T16:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T17:11:35.905-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hamas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='israel'/><title type='text'>Hamas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Hamas is an Arabic acronym for Islamic resistance movement meaning zeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Hamas is divided into political and military branches with the former directing Hamas' vast social service network. The military branch is reportedly divided into three wings: an intelligence arm which gathers information about Palestinians suspected of collaboration,  an arm which pursues those who have violated Islamic law and the Izzedine al-Qassam squads who are responsible for most of the terror attacks. The al-Qassam squads are comprised of a few dozen activists loosely organized into small, shadowy terror cells, at times operating independently of each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Unlike the more shadowy Islamic Jihad, Hamas is a well-entrenched, all-encompassing presence in daily life in the West Bank and Gaza, administering mosques, schools, clinics, youth groups, athletic clubs and day-care centers. Capitalizing on depleting PLO coffers after the PLO's ill-fated support of Saddam Hussein, Hamas augmented its social service infrastructure, providing Palestinians with essential humanitarian services which the PLO was no longer able to furnish. In fact, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;95&lt;/span&gt; percent of Hamas' budget is believed to finance its social service activities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Why are they so popular?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Many Palestinians are drawn primarily or solely to Hamas' humanitarian services rather than its political and military doctrines. At the same time, the boundaries between Hamas' political/social and its military activities are blurred particularly since Hamas leaders use mosques, kindergartens, and youth clubs as forums for spewing anti-Israel propaganda and mobilizing support for violence against Israel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;When Hamas scored a landslide victory in the Palestinian Authority legislative elections in 2006, the stage was set for a bitter power struggle with Fatah. It has remained steadfast to its pledge never to sign up to a permanent ceasefire while Israel occupies Palestinian territory and its troops are responsible for the deaths of Palestinians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But if Hamas leaders thought its parliamentary victory would bestow greater credibility on them in the eyes of the international community - or if they thought in any way that they would be given any more leeway - they were mistaken. The new government was subjected to tough economic and diplomatic sanctions by Israel and its allies in the West. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Skirmishes in Gaza with the Fatah-dominated PA security forces escalated to all-out war, in which the well-armed and better-disciplined Qassam Brigades eventually ousted their rivals in May 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;The Israeli attacks in Gaza is horrible, and many would think it is unjustifiable. It is definitely wrong to attack civilians and civilian areas, also with reported death counts of 595 killed (close to 195 being children), but let's consider how much brainwashing Hamas has made. Close to 95 percent of their money goes into helping the people. By helping people with medicine, homes, mosques, and schools, they're giving off the impression of their goodness. It becomes easier for the people to accept them. It's not tactic to judge harshly; all countries have done it, and especially the United States. Hamas has done no wrong; we cannot judge them because everyone else has done equally evil things.&lt;br /&gt;      I'm not sympathizing with Hamas, nor am I siding with Israel. Israel is going about it the wrong way. The solution would be getting to the people, not killing them. The main thing I want out of this post is to get people to understand the hate and violence. There's really no reason to hate one another, for we have no right to judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotes from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" href="http://www.adl.org/PresRele/IslEx_61/2694_61.asp"&gt;BBC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" href="http://www.adl.org/PresRele/IslEx_61/2694_61.asp"&gt;ADL&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386086927988804597-7401987235043478911?l=sulphurmatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/feeds/7401987235043478911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386086927988804597&amp;postID=7401987235043478911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/7401987235043478911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/7401987235043478911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/2009/01/hamas.html' title='Hamas'/><author><name>Brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08786313625054745992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386086927988804597.post-1171868293560597394</id><published>2009-01-03T01:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T01:18:47.002-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gundam 00'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>anime lol #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/hurryupkid/giffy/SMACK.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 207px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/hurryupkid/giffy/SMACK.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gundam 00 Second Season.&lt;br /&gt;Wang Liu Mei finally getting what she needed--a good slap from Ribbons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386086927988804597-1171868293560597394?l=sulphurmatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/feeds/1171868293560597394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386086927988804597&amp;postID=1171868293560597394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/1171868293560597394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/1171868293560597394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/2009/01/anime-lol-3.html' title='anime lol #3'/><author><name>Brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08786313625054745992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386086927988804597.post-1638745734263675288</id><published>2009-01-03T00:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T00:59:39.013-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LTC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drill sergeant'/><title type='text'>LTC memory: DS Baker</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Drill Sergeant Baker was a cool DS; he'd get pissed off and yell the shit out of himself at times, but he was still very well respected from all of us. DS Baker was in charge of 1st squad. He took care of my squad and our lieutenant. He was also pretty young; he was the only one not married. In fact, he was only a few years older than me. It's also interesting to think about; in a different life we could have been friends or we could have been enemies. Life takes us in all sorts of possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day we got to learn from him was on our group ice-breaking day where we did all sorts of physical puzzles. We had to work together as a team to solve them. The details in that would be covered later, but during that day we actually smiled and laughed. DS Baker also got kind of bored by the puzzles, and he actually gave us hints on how to solve them. I was grateful for that because he was relating to how we felt. We got to ask him questions about the Army and what he thought of us as a platoon so far. One comment that particularly stood out for me, was when we asked him if he met any fuckups. He talked about one kid who didn't know where he was going and dropping things, and it turned out it was the guy from Africa who was also in our squad! So we all laughed because he didn't even realize that the guy he was insulting was sitting next to him. Of course, in reality drill sergeants don't need to learn names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the month there, DS Baker would push us hard along with DS Rhine-Russell and DS Dimick. We did some stupid shit, and of course we had to get punished for them. I was pretty annoyed by all the dumb shit we did, but it was expected I suppose. How would we lead soldiers when we are not even disciplined ourselves? It was a good point, and another reason for NCOs to dislike officers and cadets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386086927988804597-1638745734263675288?l=sulphurmatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/feeds/1638745734263675288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386086927988804597&amp;postID=1638745734263675288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/1638745734263675288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/1638745734263675288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/2009/01/ltc-memory-ds-baker.html' title='LTC memory: DS Baker'/><author><name>Brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08786313625054745992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386086927988804597.post-6249276032124852704</id><published>2009-01-03T00:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T00:29:43.136-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advertisements'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><title type='text'>Facebook Ads</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/hurryupkid/tiredofwaxing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 357px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/hurryupkid/tiredofwaxing.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I find both ads funny, and I also wonder what words in my information box led facebook into giving me an ad on hair removal treatments. It could be the favorite book sections. "Dorian Gray" might sound like I need hair removal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also liked the Arrested Development Tees advertisement. So watery, and yet, with a smack of ham! hot ham water reference rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386086927988804597-6249276032124852704?l=sulphurmatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/feeds/6249276032124852704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386086927988804597&amp;postID=6249276032124852704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/6249276032124852704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/6249276032124852704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/2009/01/facebook-ads.html' title='Facebook Ads'/><author><name>Brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08786313625054745992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386086927988804597.post-6805649249853924725</id><published>2008-12-17T14:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T15:42:47.396-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hemingway'/><title type='text'>Hemingway</title><content type='html'>I'm reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Moveable Feast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and found an interesting quote. I'll update this post with more quotes because I would like to remember them, and I do not have a piece of paper with me at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"When the &lt;em&gt;cold rains kept&lt;/em&gt; on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person had died for no reason."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They say the seeds of what we will do are in all of us, but it always seemed to me that in those who make jokes in life the seeds are covered with better soil and with a higher grade of manure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In the end everyone, or not quite everyone, made friends again in order not to be stuffy or righteous. I did too. But I could never make friends again truly, neither in my heart nor in my head. When you cannot make friends any more in your is the worst. But it was more complicated than that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386086927988804597-6805649249853924725?l=sulphurmatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/feeds/6805649249853924725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386086927988804597&amp;postID=6805649249853924725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/6805649249853924725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/6805649249853924725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/2008/12/hemingway.html' title='Hemingway'/><author><name>Brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08786313625054745992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386086927988804597.post-4638285883876321667</id><published>2008-11-13T15:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:40:24.206-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the draft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='election'/><title type='text'>Compulsory military service in 09?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It looks like we'll have another draft here in the United States. Emmanuel Rahm, the future Chief of Staff, discussed a compulsory draft so that Americans would really know what it feels like to be an American. A circle of love, as they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have signed my name on paper to serve the U.S. so I obviously have no real pickle against the military. I do see a problem for the rest of the freedom-loving Americans that chose not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why give up one's life for something so distant? The war on terror is something we see on the television. We cannot truly grasp what is going on, because we choose to change the channel and ignore our problems with shows like The Hills, House, Lost, Sunday night football, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lazy American way of life we have all grown comfortable with is going to come to an end as soon as Obama gets sworn in. I'm not anti-Obama or anything; I knew that we'd be screwed either way by this democracy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.infowars.com/?p=5939"&gt;Link to the Rahm article.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386086927988804597-4638285883876321667?l=sulphurmatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/feeds/4638285883876321667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386086927988804597&amp;postID=4638285883876321667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/4638285883876321667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/4638285883876321667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/2008/11/compulsory-military-service-in-09.html' title='Compulsory military service in 09?'/><author><name>Brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08786313625054745992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386086927988804597.post-8927600297639622233</id><published>2008-11-12T20:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:15:54.104-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imeem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Wave 103</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My friend made this awesome mix of 80s music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 17px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-07642170640035718 visible ontop" href="http://media.imeem.com/pl/5VK_hsg3tz/aus=false/autoShuffle=true/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 17px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-07642170640035718 visible ontop" href="http://media.imeem.com/pl/5VK_hsg3tz/aus=false/autoShuffle=true/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 17px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-07642170640035718 visible ontop" href="http://media.imeem.com/pl/5VK_hsg3tz/aus=false/autoShuffle=true/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/pl/5VK_hsg3tz/aus=false/autoShuffle=true/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/pl/5VK_hsg3tz/aus=false/autoShuffle=true/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/41P2YQe/playlist/9n3jd1CO/wave_103_music_playlist/"&gt;Wave 103!!!! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386086927988804597-8927600297639622233?l=sulphurmatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/feeds/8927600297639622233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386086927988804597&amp;postID=8927600297639622233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/8927600297639622233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/8927600297639622233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/2008/11/wave-103.html' title='Wave 103'/><author><name>Brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08786313625054745992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386086927988804597.post-1532037462335390684</id><published>2008-11-06T09:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T09:17:24.637-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='election'/><title type='text'>President elect</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I found the speech quite compelling, and it did not even have a hint of arrogance like he usually does. I am willing to see where he goes in four years, but I am a little worried about congress and the power democrats have now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, another thing I found surprising is how California voted no on proposition 8. I studied San Francisco politics before, and I thought that the people's voice really worked. When the people want something done, they'd do it. And, I thought giving marital rights was just one of those things people there thought was fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jll5baCAaQU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jll5baCAaQU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386086927988804597-1532037462335390684?l=sulphurmatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/feeds/1532037462335390684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386086927988804597&amp;postID=1532037462335390684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/1532037462335390684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/1532037462335390684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/2008/11/president-elect.html' title='President elect'/><author><name>Brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08786313625054745992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386086927988804597.post-719287285270242003</id><published>2008-10-26T14:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T14:22:27.370-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dorm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bed bugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Bed Bugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been living in dorms for about 4 years now, and I've never had a real problem with it till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved in back in August, and found that the room previously had an infestation of bedbugs. My roommate had stayed in the same room before, and he laughed about it. He didn't seem to mind too much. I thought this was outrageous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had some days where the exterminator came to spray the room, but I've done it five times now, and I sitll have the problem. The supervisor for the work request office said that it's my fault if the problem persists. I thought that was ludacris, because I never had bedbugs in my house, and I have been following all the instructions she gave me. and it still fails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a video about bedbugs to get a better understanding of my worst enemy of 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-06958368155550751 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/WfKCcSPCOQo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WfKCcSPCOQo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WfKCcSPCOQo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386086927988804597-719287285270242003?l=sulphurmatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/feeds/719287285270242003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386086927988804597&amp;postID=719287285270242003' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/719287285270242003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/719287285270242003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/2008/10/bed-bugs.html' title='Bed Bugs'/><author><name>Brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08786313625054745992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386086927988804597.post-5728290027327790697</id><published>2008-10-26T13:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T13:26:54.398-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LTC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drill sergeant'/><title type='text'>LTC memory: DS Rhine-Russell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We had four drill sergeants (DS) assigned to each platoon during LTC, and one in particular stood out today when I decided to write. DS Rhine-Russell was the only female DS in our platoon. I think that is why she was also the toughest DS we had. She would come in with an apathetic attitude in the morning, chewing gum, and looking like she woke up on the wrong side of the bed. She wasn't that tall either, so that physical appearance would fool someone into thinking she wasn't going to be hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember she was always there for a smoking session. A smoking session is when the privates/cadets messed up something and is decided that physical punishment is needed. It varies from the smoker to smoker: it could be pushups, mountain climbers, overhead arm claps, flutter kicks, side straddle hops, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Her favorite lines to say during the smoking sessions was, "Wah wah wah, want to go home; want my milk and cookies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fellow cadet of mine said Rhine-Russell instead of DS Rhine-Russell in one of his conversations and she was actually walking by. She overheard it, and as punishment she made him write a five page essay on some random Army value. That was a horrible punishment considering we only had five hours of sleep a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always funny when you look back on it, but at that time it sucked a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DS Rhine-Russell was in charge of the female barracks, and she was extremely picky on how neat it had to be. She told them later that she was hard on them because they are a minority in the army. Women have it a lot tougher, so they have to set their own standards higher than the rest. I thought that was a pretty good philosophy to teach by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when we all thought she hated us, DS Rhine-Russell actually told the girls that she was proud of them. I don't know if it was part of her job to tell them that, but I would like to believe she meant it. I'm sure they'd like to believe it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our FTX, the DS were very laid-back and had fun with the cadets. Even DS Rhine-Russell had some fun. Of course, by fun, it was at some cadets' expense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386086927988804597-5728290027327790697?l=sulphurmatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/feeds/5728290027327790697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386086927988804597&amp;postID=5728290027327790697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/5728290027327790697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/5728290027327790697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/2008/10/ltc-memory-ds-rhine-russell.html' title='LTC memory: DS Rhine-Russell'/><author><name>Brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08786313625054745992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386086927988804597.post-1941175385553293756</id><published>2008-10-26T12:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T12:57:21.719-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elementary school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brian bacon'/><title type='text'>Clinical Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I started my first semester of clinical experience. It's only an education psychology clinicals, so there's nothing too difficult about it. My professor is really nice about the whole thing, and my elementary school teacher isn't so bad either. I'm pretty lucky to have good instructors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My student that I'm observing and working with is Brian Bacon. Of course, I changed the name to protect his privacy. He's a really smart and funny kid, but he has a mental disability, so it is harder for him to concentrate on the tasks given. It hasn't hindered our work greatly, but it has become quite time consuming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His problem solving and logic is progressing at a normal pace, but his literacy and language development is a little slow. His teacher told me that it's probably not going to improve, and I was a little sad about that pessimistic view. It's not set in stone; the kid can change if everyone tries a little harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386086927988804597-1941175385553293756?l=sulphurmatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/feeds/1941175385553293756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386086927988804597&amp;postID=1941175385553293756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/1941175385553293756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/1941175385553293756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/2008/10/clinical-experience.html' title='Clinical Experience'/><author><name>Brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08786313625054745992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386086927988804597.post-2990344853322896141</id><published>2008-09-11T15:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T15:45:06.277-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Japanese Comic Strips</title><content type='html'>Sometimes the images speak for itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/hurryupkid/jpncomic.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386086927988804597-2990344853322896141?l=sulphurmatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/feeds/2990344853322896141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386086927988804597&amp;postID=2990344853322896141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/2990344853322896141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/2990344853322896141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/2008/09/japanese-comic-strips.html' title='Japanese Comic Strips'/><author><name>Brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08786313625054745992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386086927988804597.post-3881463134878602881</id><published>2008-09-11T15:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T15:42:32.728-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Katie Melua</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is she a fad now in the UK?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm pretty sure she did not hit big in the stateside, but the video is cool nonetheless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! 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Leen talking in their big ass airship. So that's the first thing that got me thinking something I never did back then: exactly who's funding this military, and how come their acts are so mysterious? and what kind of government does Parm live under? We don't know jack shit about the politics behind Grandia. ever..&lt;br /&gt;         And I guess that's the charm about Grandia. It's just about three young people out to prove that not all of life's mysterious have been solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386086927988804597-2271754018818225686?l=sulphurmatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/feeds/2271754018818225686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386086927988804597&amp;postID=2271754018818225686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/2271754018818225686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/2271754018818225686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/2008/08/replay-grandia.html' title='Replay: Grandia'/><author><name>Brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08786313625054745992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386086927988804597.post-2655729237256066244</id><published>2008-08-04T20:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T20:38:38.102-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>mix tape</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/hurryupkid/playlist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/hurryupkid/playlist.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;click to enlarge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I compiled some songs for anyone willing to try something new out. Of course, if you like the song, I'd strongly recommend checking out the artists. Best resource would be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.last.fm/"&gt;Last.fm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/?d=ULFMIL2P"&gt;Songs are in a zip..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386086927988804597-2655729237256066244?l=sulphurmatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/feeds/2655729237256066244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386086927988804597&amp;postID=2655729237256066244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/2655729237256066244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/2655729237256066244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/2008/08/mix-tape.html' title='mix tape'/><author><name>Brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08786313625054745992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386086927988804597.post-377110460894893171</id><published>2008-08-03T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T21:59:32.990-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rite of passage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LTC'/><title type='text'>LTC memory: Rite of Passage Ceremony</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtjCP4Bb8ms/SJZwGN_cOKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/X-0XvmKW3kg/s1600-h/rite+of+passage+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtjCP4Bb8ms/SJZwGN_cOKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/X-0XvmKW3kg/s320/rite+of+passage+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230491269374687394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The drill sergeants knew it. The cadets knew it. Heck, even our lieutenant knew it. The rite of passage ceremony was upfront stupid. We did our last training mission, the ruckmarch. At the end of the march were a bunch of COs and NCOs waiting. They were probably on a mission to watch us and clap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie Company gaggles around a field surounded by 13 trees. The number symbolizes some stuff to make us feel proud and all that jazz. While we waited for them to get things ready, they play all these "America" and "pumped up" music. Yeah it was a little awkward hearing all these bogus songs standing at parade rest. Apparently this was when we were supposed to be crying. The only things going on in my mind was a) how the hell did one of my toes start bleeding? b) will the DS be yelling at us after this was over? and c) when's breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a little introduction and a prayer, we had the lighting of the candles that represented the army values in the clever acronym of LDRSHIP. We got gifts from ROTC too. We got a hat, a tshirt, and a little LTC graduate dogtag made of plastic. Now, who really will wear the plastic dogtag after this is over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the really lame part of the RoP: Each platoon ran through a bunch of cheers and high fives. We had to look happy and give them high fives back. But it got better (not really) at the end of the tunnel. Our good old drill sergeants yelled at us to get our gear back on because we were marching back to the company area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386086927988804597-377110460894893171?l=sulphurmatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/feeds/377110460894893171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386086927988804597&amp;postID=377110460894893171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/377110460894893171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/377110460894893171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/2008/08/ltc-memory-rite-of-passage-ceremony.html' title='LTC memory: Rite of Passage Ceremony'/><author><name>Brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08786313625054745992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtjCP4Bb8ms/SJZwGN_cOKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/X-0XvmKW3kg/s72-c/rite+of+passage+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386086927988804597.post-2908936613696853772</id><published>2008-08-03T21:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T15:20:58.910-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dragonball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>anime lol #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Of course all the losers out there knows the joke about "it's over 9000!!" and Team Four Star made a parody of the parody of DBZ. In the manga, it was over 8000 but they changed it to 9000 in the US. It might have been a localization error. Oops I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 17px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-05909488756555746 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/gxwLMfypEOk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gxwLMfypEOk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gxwLMfypEOk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gxwLMfypEOk"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Youtube link. I'd suggest subscribing to them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386086927988804597-2908936613696853772?l=sulphurmatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/feeds/2908936613696853772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386086927988804597&amp;postID=2908936613696853772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/2908936613696853772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/2908936613696853772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/2008/08/anime-lol-2.html' title='anime lol #2'/><author><name>Brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08786313625054745992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386086927988804597.post-3926140284894512696</id><published>2008-08-03T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T21:25:49.877-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='replay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FFIX'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dragonball'/><title type='text'>Replay: Final Fantasy IX</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/hurryupkid/ff9-logo.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/hurryupkid/ff9-logo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;FFIX, psOne, Squaresoft, 2000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   It'll be nearly ten years since Square released FFIX. I can't believe it's been that long. I still feel like it's a new game, maybe it's because Square takes forever producing a FF title lately. In hindsight, the game was still very fun to play. I really appreciated playing the game as it was originally made. There's no need to make a remake of the game. Imagine the sentimental scenes filled with awkward dialogue and updated graphics? It won't have the same effects of seeing the exaggerated features. To express shock, Steiner would drop his shoulder. When Garnet got snotty, she'd throw her arms down at her sides. Plus, Vivi keeps tripping in a lot of scenes. If this was made with all the updated features, it'd just look really unnecessary. Adding a makeover would also ruin the "light-hearted off on a grand adventure feel" because the story is really dark and depressing. There was a part in the game where all the major cities have fallen under the bad guy's power. A lot of people died and there's a lot to be fixed. Because there wasn't the high class graphics and voice audio, we don't fully grasp it. We just read it and believe it. We know that pain exists, but we haven't heard it nor seen it. All we hear is the same background music playing as people express their grief.  Who knows, maybe if it was remade, then people would take the game seriously and actually give a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that had me surprised was about Zidane, Kuja, Genomes, and Terra. If anyone reading this does not want to get the ending spoiled, I'd suggest stop reading the next two paragraphs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I don't remember the connection all too well from the first time I played this game back in 2000. So, the Genomes were vessels for the sleeping people of Terra, which failed to assimilate thousands of years ago to Gaia. So in the meantime, Garland extracted souls from Gaia to get ready for another fusion. That's pretty scifi, and I can't believe I missed that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I also found some similarities with Dragonball believe it or not. Goku was sent to Earth to destroy it, but forgot his memories once he got there. Zidane was supposed to wreck havoc on Gaia, but he forgot his memories as well. They both got tails, and they both are light-hearted good guys. Plus, they meet quirky people in their line of friends. Ok, that's about the similarities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy I replayed this game. It's still a sad ending because of Vivi's little monologue about death. He still lives on in memories though... lol that's the message of FFIX. aww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386086927988804597-3926140284894512696?l=sulphurmatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/feeds/3926140284894512696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386086927988804597&amp;postID=3926140284894512696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/3926140284894512696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/3926140284894512696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/2008/08/replay-final-fantasy-ix.html' title='Replay: Final Fantasy IX'/><author><name>Brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08786313625054745992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386086927988804597.post-3882384097885278152</id><published>2008-08-03T11:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T11:24:36.152-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LTC'/><title type='text'>LTC memory: mail time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I haven't started any 'memory' posts on the actual training because that would require some actual sitting with a cup of coffee mood. This one is about our evening tradition of getting mail. Well the tradition of watching other people get mail....every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drill sergeants (DS) would come into the barracks with a milk cart of letters and packages. Sometimes the females joined us in the barracks. The DS calls out our names, and sometimes it's not even right; the letters belong to real privates or someone else from a different platoon. They would chuck the letters out to whoever because they didn't care if I got it or someone else got it. We'd just pass it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packages were handled a little differently. The person had to open it and show the DS what was inside. If it was food, then that would have to be eaten immediately with the other cadets. Or, if that person was unlucky, it'd be thrown out. No food in the barracks because it would attract insects. And if they ever found a bug in the barracks, I think we would have been smoked big time like going to the pit big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got two letters while I was there. Both from my sister, and I think both were asked for. OK, not asked, but demanded. The first letter was about the season finale of Battlestar Galactica. It was the last episode, and I had to leave for LTC. It was getting really good with all the cylons dying and the final cylons being revealed to the fleet. Enough with the nerdiness...the letter was good because it explained everything. She wrote down the things that happened as it happened. Reminded me of those in-class history videos from high school. Actually I think the second letter was a surprise. It was just a thoughtful letter. I should thank her for that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were several who got a lot of letters. Anderson and Boysen come to mind immediately. They'd get two letters at a time, and when we missed a day of mail time, they were bombarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386086927988804597-3882384097885278152?l=sulphurmatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/feeds/3882384097885278152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386086927988804597&amp;postID=3882384097885278152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/3882384097885278152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/3882384097885278152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/2008/08/ltc-memory-mail-time.html' title='LTC memory: mail time'/><author><name>Brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08786313625054745992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386086927988804597.post-7370185042275478980</id><published>2008-08-03T00:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T00:36:02.421-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='code geass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>anime lol #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/hurryupkid/stupidsuzaku.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/hurryupkid/stupidsuzaku.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;In a long series of the funny things I find....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;this is Suzaku being a queer SOB from Code Geass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Click on the image to enlarge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;He gets on my nerves in each new episode. I bet he does some sort of 180 to redeem himself to all the fanboys and girls of CG. Maybe he impregnates Nunally's blind ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386086927988804597-7370185042275478980?l=sulphurmatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/feeds/7370185042275478980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386086927988804597&amp;postID=7370185042275478980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/7370185042275478980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/7370185042275478980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/2008/08/anime-lol-1.html' title='anime lol #1'/><author><name>Brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08786313625054745992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386086927988804597.post-1670776046258866843</id><published>2008-08-03T00:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T00:29:40.181-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FFT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='replay'/><title type='text'>Replay: Final Fantasy Tactics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/hurryupkid/Final_Fantasy_tactics_by_Julk3D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/hurryupkid/Final_Fantasy_tactics_by_Julk3D.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;FFT, psOne, Squaresoft, 1998.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm really surprised at how challenging this game is! I definitely did not remember being really weak in battle. When I go into the battles set by the story and not the random ones, I am levels behind! The last one I was in, I was at level 20, but the enemies were at least level 25. It wasn't fair, and I died a plenty. It's frustrating to be replaying these old games right now when I don't have a lot of time to be spamming and leveling up hours at a time. I only have time to have a good time playing games... and training isn't as fun after 30 hours of gameplay. Yeah thanks FFT, somehow I knew I'd be consumed by you. Yeah I personified a video game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, one more thing... the story is not clear. I didn't quite get the way the localization team did their translating, and I wish I owned a PSP so I can play a better version of it. I actually had to go to gamefaqs and learn what the hell happened in the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386086927988804597-1670776046258866843?l=sulphurmatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/feeds/1670776046258866843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386086927988804597&amp;postID=1670776046258866843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/1670776046258866843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/1670776046258866843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/2008/08/replay-final-fantasy-tactics.html' title='Replay: Final Fantasy Tactics'/><author><name>Brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08786313625054745992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386086927988804597.post-1420118978589220931</id><published>2008-08-03T00:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T00:12:44.379-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dorm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Preparations for School</title><content type='html'>School is in less than 20 days from now, and I must prepare my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I got some things to find like my clothes, sweaters, shoes, and books. I am wondering whether to bring all the notes back with me like I did before but it looks like I'll be dorming in such a small room this year. I was hoping I wouldn't have a roommate since the guy never responded to my email. If by some twist of fate he is a no show, then i'll send housing a request to get it all to myself (yeah i'd pay the extra).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned from LTC that I can wash all sorts of the issued equipment in the laundry machine and dryer. I'm tempted to put my LCE, waterproof bag, and rucksack in there to clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also need to buy another coffee carafe since my last one shattered on moving out day. I'm pissed off about that. The carafe is about two dollars less than a new coffeemaker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386086927988804597-1420118978589220931?l=sulphurmatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/feeds/1420118978589220931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386086927988804597&amp;postID=1420118978589220931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/1420118978589220931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/1420118978589220931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/2008/08/preparations-for-school.html' title='Preparations for School'/><author><name>Brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08786313625054745992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386086927988804597.post-6770374842450555101</id><published>2008-08-02T23:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T15:37:56.264-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fire guard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='battle buddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LTC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bennett'/><title type='text'>LTC memory: my battle buddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My battle buddy and I were pretty unique, because we weren't from the same squad. He was on the top bunk, and I was on the bottom. I was in the first squad, and battle buddy Bennett was in second squad.&lt;br /&gt;This was pretty much a problem when we had to keep accountability by squad levels because i wouldn't have a battle buddy in my squad. and neither did he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt pretty lucky to have him as a battle and not some others like..... my head hurts just thinking about it. There was abdelhaq, boakye, bieron, and those guys with those really bad plastic glasses. They weren't horrible because they had those glasses, but it was also convenient that they were lame-os. Easier to label them as the "guys with lame glasses" than "guys with lame glasses who were also coincidentally lame."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as battle buddies, we did fire guard together. That was pretty much it since everyone was in their squads until lights out. We worked well; he went down to CQ with the accountability while i stayed behind. In fact, I never went down to CQ the whole time, and we were never assigned to do CQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I learned about my battle was that he had a little bit of an OCD. He had to have things organized and had to be fully clean. It was great working with an OCD guy. Everyone should! I'm sure the mission will always get done with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Battle buddy Bennett had two feet in horrible condition. There would be all sorts of damage to them at the end of the day. I hope he got better. He was a soccer player before, so I guess he knows what he's doing. I trust my battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386086927988804597-6770374842450555101?l=sulphurmatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/feeds/6770374842450555101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386086927988804597&amp;postID=6770374842450555101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/6770374842450555101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/6770374842450555101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/2008/08/ltc-memory-my-battle-buddy.html' title='LTC memory: my battle buddy'/><author><name>Brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08786313625054745992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386086927988804597.post-40494648059732059</id><published>2008-08-02T01:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T01:23:50.889-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lights out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fire guard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hygiene'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LTC'/><title type='text'>LTC memory: Lights Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Lights out was at 10pm. Probably should say 2200, but my drill sergeants actually preferred the 12 hr format. It was quicker to figure out what time it was, so I didn't complain. We would have "toes on the line" at the "kill zone" and do a final head count. We'd sound off or sometimes the drill sergeant would count everyone down in case he didn't trust our counting abilities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Of course, just because it was "lights out" didn't mean it was time for bed. Many of us still had to shower, brush our teeths, etc. Lights out simply meant the lights had to be off. Stupid, I know, but some might think it means we all had to sleep. We would use our red lens flashlight to brighten our field of vision. I'd hang mine on the top shelf of my locker so that I could open my drawers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;While I was getting ready for bed, some cadets read and wrote letters, studied the little cadet handbook, read some inspiring words of wisdom, and others were passed out. I've heard some stories about some cadets that did other unmentionables at this time. I won't say who these stories were directed at, but let's say it's always the creepy ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Laundry was also done during the late hours. This was the riskiest thing I've done at LTC. You would have to fight others to use the machines since there were only 2 laundry machines and three sucky dryers. Getting a laundry machine didn't mean you'd get the dryer. Some people would pull your clothes out and set it aside still wet. Other times you would lose your clothes. I lost a pair of boxers and a lot of socks. One time I left my laundry detergent in the latrine, and in the morning it was all empty. Simply amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Lights Out also meant we had fire guard duties. Two cadets had to stay awake for an hour to make sure everyone is accountable and nothing funny happens. Each hour also gets some sort of cleaning duty, but whether they actually do them is debatable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;My battle buddy and I usually had the same hours, because it eventually became a pattern. We had the crappy hours of cleaning the latrine or moping the floor. It was an hour of getting shit done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386086927988804597-40494648059732059?l=sulphurmatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/feeds/40494648059732059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386086927988804597&amp;postID=40494648059732059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/40494648059732059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/40494648059732059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/2008/08/ltc-memory-lights-out.html' title='LTC memory: Lights Out'/><author><name>Brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08786313625054745992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386086927988804597.post-3938100571868256756</id><published>2008-08-02T00:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T01:24:07.066-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wakeup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LTC'/><title type='text'>LTC memory: 4:30 AM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The day started at 0430. We'd get 30 minutes to get up and ready outside by 0500. This would be an easy thing to do if only there weren't 40 other guys trying to do the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;Things that are involved in those 30 minutes...&lt;br /&gt;1. making the bed.&lt;br /&gt;2. shave and/or brush your teeth.&lt;br /&gt;3. get dressed in whatever they need you to be in.&lt;br /&gt;4. help others get ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were the guys who took their time and got out of bed a few minutes later. there were also the guys who'd shave in the morning. I was the kind of fellow who'd shave at night, because that was the most convenient time. The morning is so rushed in the latrine.&lt;br /&gt;I had a friend who never did his bed. He used a poncho liner as a blanket and slept on top of the bed so that he didn't have to make it the next day. It was smart and I wish I did that from the very start. The poncho liner was surprisingly warm too. It kept me warmer than the blanket I used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386086927988804597-3938100571868256756?l=sulphurmatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/feeds/3938100571868256756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7386086927988804597&amp;postID=3938100571868256756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/3938100571868256756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7386086927988804597/posts/default/3938100571868256756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sulphurmatch.blogspot.com/2008/08/ltc-memory-430-am.html' title='LTC memory: 4:30 AM'/><author><name>Brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08786313625054745992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
