Super Bowl!

Today is a day that people all over the country have been preparing for, for the past two weeks. After the final play-off games decided who would be in the big game, analysts and fans have been preparing for the big night. I don't feel a strong attachment to either team, but I think I will be cheering for the Steelers because of the former Hoosier, Antwaan Randel el. The Super Bowl is a chance to just sit around the TV, eat, and watch America's favorite sport. I love pregame excitment and anticipation building up to the ads, half-time performance, and the game itself.

Empty Snow

I love this picture, and after all of the snow we got this past week I thought it was very appropriate. The tracks and bench give a feeling of emptiness. I like how you can't tell if the line of trees ends, or simply disappear into the mist. The single line of tracks shows that only one animal has been there, with the rest of the snow untouched.

Education vs. Money

I thought this was really interesting. I like how they combined the different shades of high school graduation, college graduation, and overall household income to make one large map. It has a very good visual effect, but it is a bit confusing.

Victory

IU's win last night over Illinois was a pleasant surprise. The game started out like it always does, with IU sticking with the Illini, even possesing the lead for the majority of the first half. I had prepared myself for the team to fall apart in the next half, like they had for the past few games. The win against a ranked team was a huge one, ending with the students storming the court in excitement. I wished that I could have been there with my parents to participate in the excitement. Hopefully this win can give the Hoosiers some confidence to go and beat Michigan St. on Sunday.

Our editor and chief has been out all week for newspaper, so paste ups has been different to say the least. You would think that nothing would get done because she is the one who puts everyone back on task, but surprisingly, a lot of work has been accomplished. In order to keep in contact with her, we have been Skyping our editor. This would have worked out nicely except for the fact that the microphone on her computer is broken. She could hear everything that we said, but she was not able to voice anything back. The collaborative effort of puting the newspaper out is always an interesting one, filled with late hours, and many distractions.

Innocence is Bliss

Although I know that this essay is supposed to show a person's innocence in middle school, the writing style seems very immature. When the writer descibes the music being played in the car, it definately reminds me of middle school. The quotes included in the essay are exactly how we used to talk and how kids in middle school still talk. "Will you go out with me?" is exactly how boys would "ask girls out," but going out usually meant nothing more than sitting at the same table at lunch, walking from class to class together, and maybe going to the mall on Friday nights to see a movie. This person's relationship was an exception. Although the writing style is not the greatest, the author brings out the naive emotions of middle school that everyone remembers.

Phases

This weekend, I began to brainstorm topics for my upcoming essay. I realized that within the past year I have gone through or still am in multiple phases. As of recent, Angry Birds has been a recent obsession. I'm not exactly sure what it is, because it always just seems to frustrate me. Even if I can't pass a level, I will put my iPod down and then an hour later pick it up and try again. There is something about those stupid green pigs that continually makes me want to kill them with the different assortment of birds. Twitter is also a phase that I am currently caught up in. Even if it has nothing to with me, I love refreshing my ap and/or computer screen to see my peer's or celebrities' latest tweets. It allows me to be impulsive and tell the world what I am up to or share a random thought that comes to mind with the tworld.