Revolution...Change

I stated that I was going to write about my experience of change...but I'm not going to... that's not fun at all. In fact, I'm going talk about my day...yesterday.

Yesterday, I hosted a prefrosh.  It was not a bad experience.  I dropped him off at my room and went to a party (On a Thursday). My friend Joe was hosting it. Apparently, it was his roommates birthday, who was currently studying abroad in Austrailia.  It is also required that one wears a suit to this party. I decide to see what it is all about. It was deemed the "Indrek Vainu Soceity"...after the roommate.  I walk in and there are 10 guys and one girl....(no.. get your mind out of the gutter!) dressed nicely.  In their hands is  wine. I don't drink and never have, but I decided to take a glass of wine, with no intention of drinking it. I found myself though drinking the wine. I felt bad afterwards, I didn't want to get drunk.. and I didn't I had 1 glass while many of the others had 5 glasses... smirknoffs...and some other beverages. Yet, it wasn't just a booze party. That was one aspect. A second aspect was the "connections" and I am.."connected" so to speak.  We also watched a movie about Indrek Vainu. IT was a movie completely lombasting him...but it was quite amusing and it was fun.  I left afterwards dropped of my prefrosh at meeting and did my arabic homework.... I went to bad at 2am that day, because my prefrosh was hanging out until then.  He had to leave at 6:50am to catch his bus. I wake him up at 6:15 to do what he has to do...and then go back to sleep. Before I sleep, I tell him to wake me up 10 min before 6:50 ...if we do the math we see that is is 6:40... lol. Well, he woke me up at 6:50. So I got out of bed..still in my shorts and t-shirt.. put on sneakers..took my keys and id card..and ran to Byerly hall which was about a 7 min run. After getting there...I see no one.. and I'm scared the kid missed his bus. But 10 min later (after standing in the cold!!) some other guy comes and then I know that I went to the right place. I leave and on my way leaving I see others coming to rendevous with my prefrosh so I don't feel bad leaving him there... That was pretty crazy for me... and today I have dinner with my gay professor. It's not just me mind you..its the entire class a sum of 6 of us. Ah...I'm going to go by a chess board..but seeya around. Oh yeah,

Another debacle with the prefrosh was eating. I recieved an email that said that prefrosh are only allowed to eat into upperclassman housing. I still wanted to show my prefrosh Anneberg..which is really sweet. John..another student... was eating there with his prefrosh..much to my surprise.  He came in greeted me and gave me his idea card to swipe my frosh in. I insisted that it wasn't necessary..and then he wouldnt' take the card back. So, has my frosh is swiping in... he gets caught using the other guys card.. the frosh isn't in trouble.. John is.. and john is mad at me...and my frosh.. will if he is mad screw him..he should have known better. At times people need to be responsible for their own actions...and not put it on others. That is what is wrong wth soceity. That said, I'm done... Adios

~Maestro de su alma

Hooray for Ray! I actually woke up today. This week has consisted of me going to bed late and waking up at 9:30ish... and I have a 10clock class. But no more. 8:30 today and tomorrow 7:30. I have to easy back down into the way things should be. After I got up today, I meditated. Some interesting thoughts came across...I would like to share them...

Think Think...wushu, jujitshu, karate, tae kwon do, shaolin kung fu, jeet kune do, tai chi, samuri (bushido), kendo, aikido, capeiora..... What fueled by desire in these topics? Why am I so happy when I pratice martial arts. It reminds me of my childhood...

When I was younger I took Karate and I LOVED it.  That was the time though, when I lived in an apartment that wasn't in the greatest of areas. My mom describes us as being "dirt poor". I know that I didn't have it as bad as some peole though.  There was a friend of mine a neighboorhood kid who I used to play with.  I remember having two guns and two swords.  One day I couldn't understand why he wanted the best sword and the best gun. Why couldn't he have the best sword and the not so great gun.. or vice versa? Then, when I went to his house I saw that it was barren. Literally barren.  He had been in the apartment for about 6 months, so there wasn't an excuse for it to be barren. I think this was around Christmas time or so...and what shocked me was that he didn't have a tree. Maybe he wasn't relgious though...The first time I used my martial arts was in his favor though. He was being picked on..for what purpose I do not know.  Immediately, a  spirit filled me...an undefeatable spirit and spirit that challenged those who picked on him. I felt as if I could take every won one of them out.   They succumb and my friend was left alone.  Knowing that I could use karate for good, I really became interested in it. I suppose that a combination of different factors such as the Karate Kid an being able to wear a belt...gold at that time really made me feel speical.  Another instance when I used karate at daycare was when I challenged a kid named Jimmy. 

Jimmy was older than me, bigger, and quite the bully. I didn't even use my karate on him. I used the crane-kick. I kicked him in his stomach and watched him go down in excruciating pain. The rest of the daycare clapped for me. They knew what it meant.  I'm not the bully. Jimmy would fart on a chair and  then make little kids smell it by pushing their face on the chair...I'm not of ashamed of using my "karate" to defeat him

Humph, daycare. Daycare seemed to be the place where it all started. Where I recieved my first lie by Alex and Jimmy. It may seem trivial now, but then it was great.  He wanted to borrow my micro machine so I let him use my tank. He took it and kept it and wouldn't give it back the teachers did nothing about it. So I stole it back. I begin to see how the world worked...

I became the problem child of daycare. Constantly getting into trouble. I was switched to another daycare.  Immediately, I wanted to show people that I was the greatest. Yet, there was one kid who also took karate. He was my age. We fought... I think he won..I don't remember.  At this day care, I recieved a blow that would end my karate experience. I sat on a bus and was doing a back fist to a guy beside me. I was showingh im what I learned in karate. He said you better stop. I kept on. Then he punched me in the nose...blood spurted. What could was karate for me then...? That is what I thought.  I continued to take it but would really  ended for me was when my mom became pregnant when I was  the age of 5.  My little sister, Sheila was born. My mom couldn't take care of her and continue to transport me to karate and keep her job.  Something had to give. I was crushed...

Today, I didn't want to talk about this...I  digressed to far and I apologize. Later today, I will talk about my motivation.. why I  am here...spurred by a talk with my professor.