Midterms midterms everywhere, so let's all have an entry
It seems that every post I make begins with an apology for not updating this thing more frequently. Taking on five senior level history and political science classes may not have been the easiest way to round out my undergraduate career, but it's kept me nice and busy, that's for sure.
All technological issues have been dealt with, aside from this laptop which will probably be replaced one way or the other in about six months' time. I suppose that can be my graduation present to myself. I'm somewhat tempted to try for a digital board, as I think my hobby of online broadcasting would be well worth the investment. But for all I know I could be doing an internship in London by next summer, or I could be working for a Texas state rep in Austin. Until I have some degree of certainty where I'll be employed for the foreseeable future, I think my money would be better spent on something a bit more practical.
This week I've had three midterms and a paper due, along with a lot of forms to fill and re-fill out for the purposes of bringing Lt. Col. Brian Birdwell to campus Wednesday, october 29. Lt. Col. Birdwell was in the pentagon on the morning of September 11, 2001. When American Airlines Flight 77 struck the complex at 9:37 that morning, he was the victim nearest the point of impact to survive the attack. He was the keynote speaker at the YCT convention this year, and my chapter talked with him later that night at the hospitality suite. Drinking a beer with a man who sustained burns to 60% of his body, almost half of which were third degree burns, is a surreal experience to say the least. Getting him to come speak at UNT has been our top priority this semester. (More information about Lt. Col. Brian Birdwell can be found at Face The Fire.org).
Broadcastically speaking, the past couple of weeks have not disappointed. True to form, the shows from October 7 and October 14 were two of my strangest shows to date. Some might point out that by saying that it's true to form would be a contradiction of sorts. But as the weeks go by, the tangents that my shows take seem to become even more bizarre. for example, this week's show went from belching ringtones to politics in about ten minutes' time and featured more alter egos than actual people calling in.
This has been quite a week. And now class is-a-calling.
All technological issues have been dealt with, aside from this laptop which will probably be replaced one way or the other in about six months' time. I suppose that can be my graduation present to myself. I'm somewhat tempted to try for a digital board, as I think my hobby of online broadcasting would be well worth the investment. But for all I know I could be doing an internship in London by next summer, or I could be working for a Texas state rep in Austin. Until I have some degree of certainty where I'll be employed for the foreseeable future, I think my money would be better spent on something a bit more practical.
This week I've had three midterms and a paper due, along with a lot of forms to fill and re-fill out for the purposes of bringing Lt. Col. Brian Birdwell to campus Wednesday, october 29. Lt. Col. Birdwell was in the pentagon on the morning of September 11, 2001. When American Airlines Flight 77 struck the complex at 9:37 that morning, he was the victim nearest the point of impact to survive the attack. He was the keynote speaker at the YCT convention this year, and my chapter talked with him later that night at the hospitality suite. Drinking a beer with a man who sustained burns to 60% of his body, almost half of which were third degree burns, is a surreal experience to say the least. Getting him to come speak at UNT has been our top priority this semester. (More information about Lt. Col. Brian Birdwell can be found at Face The Fire.org).
Broadcastically speaking, the past couple of weeks have not disappointed. True to form, the shows from October 7 and October 14 were two of my strangest shows to date. Some might point out that by saying that it's true to form would be a contradiction of sorts. But as the weeks go by, the tangents that my shows take seem to become even more bizarre. for example, this week's show went from belching ringtones to politics in about ten minutes' time and featured more alter egos than actual people calling in.
This has been quite a week. And now class is-a-calling.