Time out
Busy week. Fall practice is in full swing as are classes, and rush week doesn't exactly ease the pain. I'm behind in my schoolwork a considerable amount. I've been very tired recently. So, where to begin...?
Well, we started class two weeks ago yesterday, making this the third week of school, I assume. I'm not too keen on chronology these days. Anatomy class is fun and not nearly as hard as I expected, biochemistry is a boring review, history is highly interesting, and English is killing me 'cause I'm behind in reading. It is just so hard to lie down and read when there's so many other things to do. I've always had that problem; it's no wonder my GPA is as low as it is. Because I keep finding so many other distractions and we always have people over here, the apartment has become somewhat of a sty in periods of inactivity.
Football's doing just fine. I was scout team player of the week last week when we kicked the crap out of Wyoming 31-0. We've got Clemson coming up, and they're pissed off 'cause they just dropped a game at home, so they're going to be furious on the road. I still never get tired of playing scout team for what seems like an eternity.
I'm fired up about the fraternity. Sammy's got a great chance to nearly double in size. This semester's rush is particularly crucial because we're down to 13 actives as of right now, and 4 of them will be gone in May. If we want to establish the Jewish identity more firmly at Texas A&M, then we have to have a very successful rush this fall and in the spring. In the coming semesters we'll be able to make a decent social impact.
A mass of hands press on the market window, ghosts of progress dressed in slow death
Feeding on hunger and glaring through the promise upon the food that rots slowly in the aisle
A mass of nameless at the oasis that hides the graves beneath the master’s hill
Are buried for drinking the river’s water while shackled to the line at the empty well
This is the new sound, just like the old sound, just like the noose wound over the new ground
Listen to the fascists sing: take hope here! War is elsewhere! You were chosen! This is God’s land!
Soon we’ll be free of blood in mixture, seeds planted by our forefather’s hand!
A mass of promises begins to rupture like the pockets of the new world kings
Like swollen stomachs in Applachia, like the priest that fucked you as he whispered holy things!
A mass of tears have transformed to stones now, sharpened on suffering and woven into slings
Hope lies in the rubble of this rich fortress, taking today what tomorrow never brings
This is the new sound, just like the old sound...look at the noose now over the burning ground!
Ain’t it funny how the factory doors close 'round the time that the school doors close
'round the time that the doors of the jail cells open up to greet you like the reaper!
And ain’t it funny how the factory doors close 'round the time that the school doors close
'round the time that a hundred thousand jail cells open up to greet you like the reaper!
Like ashes in the fall...
-|)/\\/||)
Well, we started class two weeks ago yesterday, making this the third week of school, I assume. I'm not too keen on chronology these days. Anatomy class is fun and not nearly as hard as I expected, biochemistry is a boring review, history is highly interesting, and English is killing me 'cause I'm behind in reading. It is just so hard to lie down and read when there's so many other things to do. I've always had that problem; it's no wonder my GPA is as low as it is. Because I keep finding so many other distractions and we always have people over here, the apartment has become somewhat of a sty in periods of inactivity.
Football's doing just fine. I was scout team player of the week last week when we kicked the crap out of Wyoming 31-0. We've got Clemson coming up, and they're pissed off 'cause they just dropped a game at home, so they're going to be furious on the road. I still never get tired of playing scout team for what seems like an eternity.
I'm fired up about the fraternity. Sammy's got a great chance to nearly double in size. This semester's rush is particularly crucial because we're down to 13 actives as of right now, and 4 of them will be gone in May. If we want to establish the Jewish identity more firmly at Texas A&M, then we have to have a very successful rush this fall and in the spring. In the coming semesters we'll be able to make a decent social impact.
A mass of hands press on the market window, ghosts of progress dressed in slow death
Feeding on hunger and glaring through the promise upon the food that rots slowly in the aisle
A mass of nameless at the oasis that hides the graves beneath the master’s hill
Are buried for drinking the river’s water while shackled to the line at the empty well
This is the new sound, just like the old sound, just like the noose wound over the new ground
Listen to the fascists sing: take hope here! War is elsewhere! You were chosen! This is God’s land!
Soon we’ll be free of blood in mixture, seeds planted by our forefather’s hand!
A mass of promises begins to rupture like the pockets of the new world kings
Like swollen stomachs in Applachia, like the priest that fucked you as he whispered holy things!
A mass of tears have transformed to stones now, sharpened on suffering and woven into slings
Hope lies in the rubble of this rich fortress, taking today what tomorrow never brings
This is the new sound, just like the old sound...look at the noose now over the burning ground!
Ain’t it funny how the factory doors close 'round the time that the school doors close
'round the time that the doors of the jail cells open up to greet you like the reaper!
And ain’t it funny how the factory doors close 'round the time that the school doors close
'round the time that a hundred thousand jail cells open up to greet you like the reaper!
Like ashes in the fall...
-|)/\\/||)