Mere Bear

Mere Bear and I had a discussion about blogging today. I think that we both came to the conclusion that blogging is like screaming your thoughts in an empty coliseum; although the potential audience is nearly unlimited, the rant becomes increasingly pointless as you realize that no one is listening.

Please do not misinterpret my horrid analogy; I have nothing against blogging. I have merely arrived at the realization that until I have enough time and desire to make myself heard, I will simply remain (for a lack of better words) unheard.

Mere Bear thinks that the AP English 11 course is bollocks and a bit much to learn over a single semester. I agree.

-Cory

p.s. (to Mere Bear) I hope you do not mind the use of your pseudo-name. Unfortunately there is a great chance that you will never see this message as no one has read my blog in months.

Things that change lives

First off, sorry for the lack of blogs... The past few weeks have been extremely hectic (as I will explain later in the blog) and blogging was honestly not one of my top priorities. Unfortunately I am leaving town tomorrow morning for Philadelphia and have no idea if there is an Internet connection where I am staying so I apologize in advance for the possibility of another hole in my blogging. However I do plan to start updating on a regular basis so hopefully I can keep that promise to myself.

The past two weeks have been an interesting blur filled with what I will simply refer to as unique experiences that will undoubtedly have a great effect on my life. I was allowed to play on the B-side team of West Mecklenburg’s rugby team against the Carrie A-side team in what was undeniably the most fun I have ever had sports-wise. The game was nothing special and the boys of West Mecklenburg are more so flashy runners than rugby players but during that game I knew that rugby was an activity I wanted to be involved with for life. In an even greater high I, along with my fellow teammate Mike, was told to audition for the U-19 NC State All-star squad, which travels the U.S. playing other state teams. Needless to say I felt nearly invincible as I left the pitch two weeks ago.

As proven in countless situations life has a funny way of knocking the self-proclaimed invincible down a few rungs and this rule made no exception for me as merely three nights after one of the best days of my life I was awoken by an unbearable pain in my chest. This pain was then responsible for the diagnosis of a blood clot in my right lung, landing me in High Point Regional Hospital. My stay spanned over a full week and by the time I was released I had been given strict restrictions on daily activities… no competitive sports, no bumping into things, give yourself two shots daily (possibly for life)… The worst restriction was the limitation on sports as rugby, although not recognized in the Eastern U.S., is in fact classified as a sport.

I must run along now and prick myself with a needle. Hospital memories, thoughts, philosophies and all coming within the next few days.

S.A.T.

11 hours and counting until I will force myself through what many consider to be the defining moment for many colleges for all high school students… The S.A.T.

This is not my first time with the dreaded test, nor will it be my last as I have already made plans for a retake over summer break when I have a little more time to focus on general review. With the factors above considered it seems as if I should feel that this particular test holds no importance, however that is not the case. In fact I probably could not be any more stressed out towards a single test than I currently am. But why is this test causing me so much unnecessary stress?

I blame the government…

Actually that is a lie. I think the stress is 100% a product of my desire to attend a decent college. I know that a school cannot define an individual and I have been reminded on multiple occasions that you will only get out of college what you put into it yet I still feel as if I will be looked down upon if I am not accepted into a “top school.”

p.s. thanks to everyone who has supported me in the creation of my blog (especially Sean who made me aware of the opportunity)

...in memory of the greatest school day ever

As I continue to plunge into the depths of blogging I have realized that my life is absolutely uninteresting. I am cursed by the typical high school schedule, which greatly limits the amount of change from my weekly routine. However, March 8, 2007 will forever be remembered as the day I was able to escape the monotony. A day that generations past have longed for, a day that will be talked about throughout the halls of Weaver Academy for decades, a day that I was fortunate enough to achieve.

I would attempt explain the day but I feel that any explanation of what made my day so amazing would do nothing but reveal that I am undeniably a dork.


Dear Ms. Newlin,
I used parallel structure in a blog. That has to be worth extra credit right?

Hello World

After learning on Monday that Greensboro has more bloggers per-capita than any other city in the United States, I realized that any further attempt to exclude myself from the craze would be detrimental to my already pathetic social life. Armed with little more than my recently acquired knowledge on how to create my own blog (thanks to Sean Coon) I decided to jump feet first into this unfamiliar world in an attempt to make my voice heard…

To be completely honest I am torn between two distinctly different feelings towards blogging. Obviously I am excited about the possibility of sharing my thoughts to an endlessly potential audience as exemplified though the creation of this page, but I am also a bit unnerved about publicly journaling. I realized that only materials in which I allow to be presented will ever be posted in a blog but something still feels a bit awkward about publishing my thoughts.

Hopefully I will soon begin to post blogs that truly reflect my feelings towards society but for now it is off to complete pre-calc homework.

-Cory Rich