Category: Personal Story

  • Way too much like Junior Year…

    Cornelia Flowers: 1920 – 2005

    Cornelia F. (Floyd) Flowers
    Flowers, Cornelia F. (nee Floyd), entered into rest on Nov. 21, 2005.
    Loving wife of the late Leonard J. Flowers Sr.; dear mother of Emily (James) Heman, Leonard (Elizabeth) Flowers and Susan (Peter) Rogers; beloved grandmother of Kathleen (John) Morice, Karen (Jeffrey) Brown, Timothy and Amy Flowers, Brian (Beth) Flowers, Karen and Steven Rogers; beloved great-grandmother of Keegan, Kayla, Joshua and Jenna Brown and Michael Swan.
    Cornelia received degrees from David Lipscomb College, Harris Stowe Teachers College, and Washington University. Cornelia taught for 8 years at the Oak Hill School in St. Louis and served as a Principal at the Mt. Pleasant School for six years. In 1972, she became the first woman to serve as a St. Louis Middle School Principal in her work at the Blow Middle School until her retirement in 1984. Since retiring she has remained very independent and active. Cornelia served on the Desegration Board for the St. Louis School and has been active in a wide range of activities including her church, the Lemay Church of Christ, and the Carondelet Historical Society.Services: A memorial service will be conducted at the Lemay Church of Christ, 2709 Lemay Ferry Rd., on Sat., Nov. 26, 2005 at 1:30 p.m. In lieu of flowers, please make expressions of sympathy in Cornelia’s memory to the Lemay Church of Christ. A service of COLONIAL Mortuary Hoffmeister-Kriegdhauser Funeral Directors.

  • Life is going pretty well.

    Things are actually going well. Sure things could be better, but in general, I would be okay with this for a while.

    I am kept busy with a lot of work, but it keeps it interesting. I don’t hate any of my classes. Friends are good. There is the occasional mini-drama, but it generally seems to work out harmlessly. I sort of wish there was an 8th day of the week for some more time for things, but in all honesty, if something doesn’t get done, it is because I slacked a bit and I have no one to blame.

    Things are good. People don’t say that enough.

  • Damnit Grant

    SluSignGuy: when is your mom’s wedding?
    BigMac545: 21st
    BigMac545: ur welcome to come if u want im sure
    BigMac545: haha im the Maid of honor
    SluSignGuy: you are fucking kidding me

  • The Novelty.

    The novelty I think has worn off.

    This year I am hearing more and more of

    It’s was a pretty standard party.”

    or

    It was sort of boring, same ‘ol same ‘ol

    Now, I didn’t drink much at all before college. I didn’t go overboard when I got to college (disregarding the evening in which I graced HOVA Floor 1’s carpet with my disgorged dinner mixed with 151.)

    I have enjoyed my spirits, mainly at parties. However, people tend to be tiring of college parties it seems. Not that people are now prohibitionists having bible study on a Saturday night, but my college chums seem to be less satisfied with the formula of

    alcohol + people = Good Party

    I have used that equation many of times, but I think with less repetitive usage. I usually apply the formula once every other week. However, I think people who have relied on it more frequently are growing disappointed. It is less exciting than it used to be. Also people are getting spoiled a little by Alcohol being more abudent as it becomes easier to access. Now the cheaper handles are looked down upon, and if there aren’t multiple 30-racks in the ‘fridge, it is a disappointment.

    The novelty of alcohol wears off some as kids progress in college. HOW WILL THIS REVALATION AFFECTION SOCIETY AS A WHOLE?!?! heh, Probably not much. The formula will be used plentifully this year, but maybe their will be a new variable or the “people” variable will become more important. :eh: who knows.

  • Silence….

    What I have discovered with friends who having troubled times that silence is the by far the best way to let them vent. Not questions, or relating it to your own experiences, but silence. It just works. Sort of figured this out a while ago, but it is just interesting. Sort of ties into the good advice Claire gave me freshman year:

    When girls talk about a problem, a guy wants to try to fix the problem somehow. What guys don’t realize is that girls aren’t always looking for a solution from the guy. She just wants to talk about the problem.

  • Do I drop?

    Right now I am registered for 18 hours, you only need 15 for a full load. Those extra three are coming from an internship.

    I have the following classes.
    History of Modern China – Lighter Workload
    International Organizations – Little heavier load, but one less paper
    Creative Writing – Average Work Load, but I am unsure of the professors grading
    US History 1890-1945 – Nice class, way too much reading (which I may start skimping on). No idea of grading
    American Political Process (Grad Class) – Biggest work load, and I increase it by taking notes on readings and such because the class itself is more difficult

    If I were to drop anything, the likely candidate would be US History, but this history is never offered. I sort of want to learn it. Also, I could start to skimp on some of the readings and be okay I think. However, that is a bad way to approach a class.

    Overall, I don’t want to “give up” but with midterms coming, and the drop deadline being Friday, I am nervous. I don’t need all of the hours that I do…but looking into my future, it doesn’t get much better.

    Each of the next two semesters I will be taking a History for Major Class, and a PSC Grad Class. There is the chance that I will be taking an additional PSC Seminar. So one semester, I could end up with 2 for Major Classes, and a Grad Class. Somehow, I am thinking that is going to suck royal donkey dick. Therefore, if I tack on the extra 3 hours now, I can take less then.

    All in all, getting 2 BAs and a MA in 4 1/2 years = Rough…..

    /whine

  • A Good (Listening) Friend…

    You sometimes surprise yourself when you just get someone to listen…You don’t think you will ramble onto to your inner nervousness, but you do. You let it out. With some friends, you sort of protect what you say and what you don’t. Others just have the ability to knock down that bull shit and let you go. And it is nice. So thanks.