Employment

I never realized how hard it was to find a job, until just recently. I'm employed, I already have a job, but when you're watching your own mom struggle everyday try to find a job, and everyday can't find one, it's really painful. I almost forgot how hard it was to get a job because I've had the same job for 2 1/2 years, (a little longer) and it's tough to see that. So I went to work and found some openings for my mom, she applied, and hopefully she can get a job. Her leaving her last job was really a blessing in disguise though. I guess we're just going to have to wait and see what happens in weeks time.

Strange Stuff to Find

So I came across some old posts from back in 2005. These were posts for an old English class I was taking back in the day. If I remember correctly, it was English 102, and I dropped it later in the semester. (I eventually of course passed English 102, but with a different teacher.) I remember this teacher well that I had the first time for English 102, she was obsessed with Blogging, almost every assignment had to do with blogging so how.
We saw a movie, write a blog on it. A paper was due, do a blog for it. That part was hard because when you write a blog, there's no paper limit, so you don't know how much much you're writing. So I got a crappy grade on that stuff, and in the class. I think I ended up failing the class, also because I really didn't give a damn.
It was the same exact semester my grandma died, so it was a really tough semester for me, so I dropped another class that semester, but don't remember what it was. I really think this woman was the reason I hate to blog my thoughts. I really pissed her off one time by using language in a blog/paper that could have been potentially good had it not been for that small snaffoo.

Blah Blah Blog

So I used to write blogs all the time on Myspace. Now that I don't have that account anymore, I never saw any point in keeping blogs, just writing in journals. Because in my own personal journal, no one could read it, and that's the way I wanted it at the time. A lot of the things I would write about were private, so that's where my personal journal was a nice thing to have around. There are some people though that write blogs online on their life story these days. It's pretty much the new thing these days.
That and Twitter. What the heck is Twitter anyway? I still haven't figured that one out. People constantly keeping updates about their lives, I got that part. In fact, I think that's pretty much what it is. And I still don't see any point in it, and yet, can't that be potentially dangerous if you think about it?
I have never been much of a note/blog writer. Most of the time I never know what to say, and I don't feel like getting into my life story which is like an open book. Sorta like this blog that I'm rambling on about Twitter and well, blogs. Eventually, I just run out of stuff to say, or just end up not making any sense. So, now is probably a good time to stop.

Game Friday

The football game on Friday as all you know that keep up with the pack was the season opener. We got beat by Mizzou, but we made a game out of it until the 3rd quarter. But a big part of football games is half time. The Marching Band comes out and does their show, gets the crowd going, then the Tubas come to up to the stands and play their tune.
But there was one slight problem. The UNR Marching band for one, ran on the field which they didn't used to do. They used to march on there in form, and secondly, they didn't even do a show. I used to be in Marching Band, and watching UNR's band, and how pathetic they were on the Home Opener, made me actually miss band, because I played in the Reed Marching Band, and we were good. A High School better than a college marching band is pretty sad.
There is a good reason for all of this, there almost was no band program this year. There was no recruiting from the local high schools, so the band is tiny, and I actually heard that there is one clarinet. Just one. The band barely got the funding to bring it back for one more year, and maybe another, but they need more members. I do feel for them, but as small as their band is, they still could have marched while they were playing instead of just playing in formation. They moved for about 20 seconds, and that was it for them. I suppose that after seeing 4 years of the University of Arizona Marching Band, it really makes you appreciate small things like great marching and arrangements.