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 Yeah, it's a hoax, but I thought it funny. Two pictures were spliced together, one from a U.S. Air Force photo taken off the coast of San Francisco and the other from a picture of a South African shark "breaching" in an attempt to catch a seal. --info taken from national geographic news
Wow, technology these days...you just never know what to believe. Seeing isn't necessarily believing.
My main thought: That shark by itself IS REAL and does exist....yikes!!!
Hey...I suddenly have a desire to go on a SCUBA diving trip to the coast of South Africa, who's with me?? 
2nd Major Thought: What on earth were sharks like BEFORE the fall, before death entered the world....were they like enormous playful dolphins with just really big/sharp teeth??
Any thoughts???
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| Well another semester has started...I'm in a hall this year and while I do enjoy the extra space I still miss some benefits of unit-life....like being familiar enough with all the girls that share your bathroom to speak to them about issues when they arise.
We share a bathroom with about 30 other girls and we are experiencing a problem....about every single day my roommate and I discover a stall in which someone has done their business and not flushed (or wiped--how this is possible we still cannot figure out.)
How does one deal with such an issue? Well we looked around the bathroom and its decor (cheesy inspirational calendar-posters posted on the walls and on the back of each stall door--not the funny ones...the serious ones) so we modified them in an attempt to "inspire" our hall-mates to do the right thing... flush.
Okay, so we realize that this one was weak...but the horses are priceless.
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Well I just got back last night from a wonderful little vacation in the middle of the week. I spent 2 days w/ my best friend from home in Morro Bay then drove up to UCLA so that she could attend her class.
(pictures from the trip)
 
SO there we were, sitting in a stuffy UCLA poli-sci American Politics class filled with 150-200 students as the 3-hour lecture began...
[Emma had warned me not to make eye contact with the professor, but I was interested in what the man had to say and therefore did not necessarily heed her warning.]
Then the unthinkable happened...The UCLA professor was ending his rant on how unjustly President Clinton was forced to go through the impeachment process when he opened it up for discussion.......asked a question.....looked right at me.....and, as if in slow motion, his lips formed the word YOU as he pointed right at me...
In hopes that he wasn't asking me, a visitor, the question I frantically looked to my right to find the chair empty  , then quickly to my left at my friend Emma [who had her head buried in her notes  .]
I then pointed to myself and asked in a suprised tone, "Me?" The affirmative nod of the professor confirmed my fear had indeed become a reality and I immediately turned beet red.
My 1st thought: "Oh my goodness, a UCLA professor just called on me."
My 2nd thought: "I didn't do the reading!!!!"
My 3rd thought: "What exactly did he just ask me?????"
The room became completely quiet except for the sound of students moving in their seats to take a look at the girl pondering in dead silence...I could feel ALL eyes on me...
I cleared my throat as I heard his voice repeat the question in my mind, "Why was President Clinton forced to spend time answering these types of questions about his personal life when he had a country to run?"
Since I could not recall, at the time, the exact laws Clinton had broken I decided to interpret the question as if he were asking..."Why did this scandal become such a big deal?"
I answered, "Throughout history America has been known for its morality, a nation founded on morals. Over the years it has declined, in fact it is one of the reasons we have become a target for terrorism, but the American people still care about morality. We deserve and desire to have a good example, an upstanding leader of strong moral character, as the head of our nation."
I could see shock in the eyes of the professor as he processed my answer and asked, "Is America immoral?" I answered in the affirmative. After a brief pause and moment of silence he then continued his rant.
Bringing up the topic and/or importance of morality sparked many chuckles throughout the classroom and created a look of disbelief on the face of the professor....During the last 20 minutes of class, I was the only "student" looking at the professor as the others all hurriedly took copious notes with their heads down.....
the professor looked me right in the eye almost that whole time (which seemed to be some sort of challenge) I returned the eye contact as if to say BRING IT....
Once he ended class I turned to my friend and jokingly said, "That's it! I'm dropping this class!!"
Everyone stared at me as we exited the classroom.
I later asked Emma if I sounded like an idiot or if I actually answered his question, she replied "No, you didn't sound like an idiot, and you did answer the question, it's just that no one at UCLA would have answered as you just did. No one here cares about morality."
And that made me sad. 
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| It has recently been brought to my attention that I look younger than my actual age......
- Back in Ohio a woman assumed I was a Jr. High student and charged me the Jr. High student price while my friend Jules was forced to pay the adult price.
- Back in Ohio I get carded for R rated movies....not my friends... just me...
- When I first got home for summer I applied for a job at a restaurant that serves alcohol...the over made-up 18-year-old girl I handed my application to informed me that I had to be 18 to apply....I replied "I know, I'm 20." Then her jaw dropped as she exclaimed through the thick valley-girl accent/loud smacking of gum, "Oh my gosh, like... (slight pause and blank stare)...you're not 16?"
- Two weeks ago I went to an orthodontist appointment on my own and when I went to the desk to sign in... the lady started to hand me a clipboard and some forms....until she stopped midway and asked "Are you even old enough to fill out your form miss?" I looked her in the eye, held my hand out, and politely replied, "I believe so, I'm 20." Then she handed me the clipboard and snickered to herself.
- Now at work I keep getting asked by my co-workers how old I am and getting shocked expressions as responses......what's the deal?!
So what do you think? If anyone reads this....how old do you think I look?....has this ever happened to you?...is this a common occurrence in your own life?
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Just last night I attended a church college gathering other than my own church...one of the leaders approached me when I first got there and asked, "So...are you even in college?"
 
I paused...calmed myself down by counting to 5 in my head...cleared my throat....looked her in the eye....and informed her that I was in fact going to be a 3rd year student at an out-of-state university. | | |
| When Animals Attack II
Unlike being assailed by the goose this attack was unprovoked....
I went backpacking this weekend with my backpacking class up in the
Ohian hills of Zalenski Forest...despite the rain it was very
enjoyable: until...nightfall *dun dun dun
The tents were up, our bellies were full, and our clothes were soaked
(from hiking all evening in the rain) so it was time to hit the
outhouse before we took off our muddy boots and got into clean dry
clothes for the night...
Liz and I departed on a pitch black trail that led towards the
potty...equipped only with a tiny, cheap, and extremely dim poor excuse
for a flashlight and a roll of Charmin, we unknowingly set out on a
short perilous journey that very well could have been our last.
It was kind of hard to find our way down to the outhouse with the dim
pink flashlight...but we made it and took turns...obviously the person
going to the bathroom got the flashlight while the other person had to
wait outside in the rain, in the rain and the dark.
I went first and right AFTER I opened the stall door to get out, some
kind of monstrous/starved animal let out a ghastly and nightmarish ROAR
that shook the surrounding trees... (good thing I already went to the bathroom, otherwise I would have peed my pants...twice)
So there I stood, in the PITCH-BLACK night, eyes wide, suppressing my
natural inclination to RUN while I waited for Liz and our only light
source.
We made a speedy getaway back up the trail to our camp...something was
in the trees around us...was it that hideous ravenous beast hard on our
heels? Or was it just the sound of the little black creatures
(the size of small dogs) I kept seeing dodge around us?? Who
knows?
All I know is that SOMETHING lives out there...something hungry...and I
don't want anyone telling me it was the sound of the spring on the
outhouse door like Liz and my fellow backpackers all believe...no
spring makes that kind of noise, okay?
I almost died.
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