Why Education Is Important to Today’s Society.

Now more than ever, people of all ages around the country and abroad, are flocking to college campuses in droves. The economy is circling the proverbial toilet bowl and the job market is fully saturated. Homeowners owe more on their mortgages than their houses are currently worth. The majority of American voters have completely lost faith in government at the Federal level. Yet, one asset we still have as a country (in the Midwest, especially) is excellent colleges abound. US cities and countrysides are virtually peppered with institutions of higher learning. The people who survive this national economic event will have taken advantage of time off work or government stimulus to further their education, and the country will be better because of it. Education is important in today’s society because it is education that will see us through this mess by opening doors to new experiences for you and those around you; improving your salary at your current job; or carving the path to your new career. Recent weeks and months have shown us much tragedy, but our own first-responders have shown us that education can equal survival.

 

To begin, the decision to further your education will open the door to new experiences, like meeting new people, joining clubs, and attending community events. Meeting new people at school is the first step in forming professional relationships with future coworkers. Knowing there are people you like to interact with makes studying more fun and helps drive healthy competition because you are all working toward a common goal. There is also the possibility that you may get to work with some of them as well, so it never hurts to make some friends. The next opportunity to open doors through education lies with clubs and organizations. An academic club is an excellent entity for discovering what the upper-class-men are working on and showing you what to expect in future classes. Clubs and organizations are also great for obtaining new skills offered outside the classroom like CPR certifications and resume building workshops. The third phase of new experiences in higher education occurs when opportunities to branch out into the community arise.  For example, attending a Women in Businessc luncheon would be a great experience and opportunity to meet female business owners and professionals while participating in a seminar led by local health-care workers could introduce you to people already working in the medical field.  Exposure to new people and experiences is paramount when pursuing higher education, especially after a lapse in enrollment.

 

In addition to having new opportunities through networking, choosing to pursue higher education can result in a higher-paying salary at your current job through obtaining a certificate or license, expanding your current knowledge base, or receiving your degree. Many colleges and universities offer training programs in which the end result is a certificate, licence, or other accolades. For instance, people wishing to sell homes must first obtain a license to do so and nursing assistants need certification to perform certain duties, depending on where they work. These programs can last as little as a couple of hours, or take up to a few years to complete. Higher education can also improve your over-all knowledge in your occupation or chosen field.  Law enforcement officials, educators, sellers of insurance, and licensed pilots (to name a few) must constantly stay up-to-day with ever changing laws and regulations. Being the first employee at your firm with premiere business strategies and updated procedure methods make you more valuable to your bosses and is often awarded monetarily. Now that you have obtained additional certification and expanded your knowledge base in your field of choice, you might as well stay on and get that degree! Receiving your degree, or multiple degrees, can do nothing but improve your station at work and therefore, in lcife. With new degrees often come new job titles, promotions, and an increase in pay and is that not why we are all here? Sally Struthers nailed it when she said, “do you want to make more money? Sure. We all do!” If you did not read that aloud in Sally Struthers' voice, I am very disappointed in you.

 

Finally, some people (including myself) choose to further their educations because they wish to start completely over in a new work environment, a new job description, and a better career. First of all, certain occupations are wrought with the same day-today experiences and typical routines; they become boring or tedious after awhile regardless of employer. Obtaining a degree can open up the possibility to work under a brand new set of circumstances in a different type of environment in a completely new field. To continue, possessing a degree can land you a job title you may have never considered or even heard of before. “Hi. I’m Eileen and and I am the director of pharmaceutical inventory management and patient care relations specialists, please step into my office.” You think you can get a title (or office) such as this without a degree? I think not. Finally, there is arguably few events in life more exciting than the prospect of starting a better career.

A change of pace is almost always good; new-found respect, promotions, and titles are even better; yet nothing can top waking up in the morning knowing you are headed to a job you love, that will love you back. Ask anyone who has been there and they will tell you, “it is totally worth it.”

    There can be no doubt that the world is in a frightening state at the moment and is bound to get worse before it gets better. With all the opportunities to improve ourselves intellectually, there is simply no excuse to accept that we are given a “station in life.” We, as a nation of young and old, must face the reality that higher learning could be our salvation. I think it is time we, as a nation, decide to stop complaining about the dire straits and commit ourselves to making it better.

How to write an essay

An essay is a collection of words and paragraphs that presents itself in an organized manner in triplet form. Essays can be easy to write when creativity is stifled and sentence structure remains as sterile and inelegant as possible. Proper essays contain three main sections: an introduction, a body, and conclusion. The three main sections of the essay are then sub-divided into threes to complete the mathematical and literary function.

 

The first paragraph in an essay is the introduction. The intro-paragraph should include opening remarks on the subject, the continued mental capacity to count to three, and a developed  thesis statement. To begin, opening remarks are thoughts and ideas from the writer based on the essay subject. Secondly, the ability to count to three is required to continue the three points that will compose the body of the essay. Thirdly, the thesis must incorporate the three points.

 

To continue, the second portion of the essay (the body) should contain three paragraphs detailing the three points outlined earlier. The first paragraph of the body will contain information concerning the first point. The second paragraph should highlight the second point. The third paragraph will explain the third point, and transitional phrases are required throughout and should be based on the integer  “3.”

 

As a finale, the closing  paragraph in the essay will regurgitate the three main points detailed in the body. One sentence will contain a paraphrased list of the main points taken directly from the introduction. The second sentence could contain personal remarks on the subject or issue. The third sentence in the conclusion should be omitted completely as it might upset the delicate balance of 15% intro, 10% conclusion.

To summarize essay writing: first write bleak or desolate descriptions of the topic in as few words as possible. Next, organize the three main points into a single sentence that is neither complicated nor meaningful. Then finally, close the essay with an arbitrary quote or concept that is neither remarkable nor noteworthy.  

Makes me wish I had just slept in

I have been sitting back idly, watching, waiting, and reading, staying mostly silent as I "take it all in."

When I woke up yesterday the news was already on. I've taken to falling asleep with one news network or another droning on in the background pretty-much all the time so it wasn't a surprise that talking heads were the first thing I saw upon waking. I was surprised, however that said heads were talking about something other than the "cliff" or the "slope" or whatever. Right away I knew something was very wrong, that something very very bad had just happened.

Usually, when I first wake up in the morning, I spend a few minutes reacquainting myself with the waking world, separating the fractured memories of recent dreams from the reality of the day. I snatch a sliver of dream out of the air a moment before it floated out of reach, to disappear forever. The second-long dream that I barely remember consists of one thing and one thing only: children flying.

Ten, Twelve, I don't know how many children flew over my head, holding hands and screaming (with joy, pain, sorrow?). They flew over my head in V-formation; I had to duck to keep from getting kicked by a tiny dangling sneaker spangled in pink and blue hearts. I ducked and by the time I stood up to look, they were banking right and flying, literally, off into the sunset. After the briefest moment, they were gone.

I rubbed my eyes and sat down to watch, what I absolutely knew was going to be, the ensuing horror.

Hemp: "The Other Resource!"

Between hemp and bamboo, material and useful commodity production could skyrocket in under 24 months. Our government should be funding this and teaching the planet's best farmers here, in the US, how to grow it on their land with as little modification to the facilities as possible.


If you know me at all, you know that my husband and I are (and plan to remain) childfree but I can't help but worry for future generations, in the US and abroad. People occasionally get all shouty with me, asking me why I care since I don't EVEN have any children. Almost like parenthood is a basic requirement to be human, or a good Christian, or have an opinion, or whatever.


But I love most kids I get to know. My cousins' kids make me smile so much, my face hurts on the way home after every visit. I've watched closely as my best friend-in-the world raises children that I held when they were hours old. I love these kids and like to think that they love me. I want them to be able to play outside with their great-grand-children without wearing a re-breather and a bio-chem suit. I would like to know they have the option to vacation in Florida without SCUBA gear or the use of a pressurized submarine, if they want.


There are many little problems with how our country's been run, thus far and recently. They are small problems and we can fix them with little effort, loss, or "sin," or whatever. We should make our Lawmakers accountable for providing our citizens with a healthier economy, better and more efficient natural resources, sustainable farming, and an honest evaluation and complete revamping of all aspects of the US infrastructure.


Thank you for taking the time read to read my ramblings. Anyone who wants to discuss these and other social issues on my page are welcome. Anyone who wants to call me names and yell at me: be prepared to answer a pop quiz about this subject. So study hard; there's gonna be a test!

Just one more thing...

Okay. I have been silent about all of this for far too long.

 

 

"I struggled with it myself for a long time, but I came to realize that life is that gift from God. And, I think, even when life begins in that horrible situation of rape, that it is something that God intended to happen." – Richard Mourdock, Indiana

 

Claiming lack of clarity in his words coupled with people twisting and “putting said words into his mouth,” Richard Mourdock speaks from his heart when he states that life begins at conception and is a gift from God; even in cases of rape (does that include incest with a minor or no?). The question begs: does this man actually believe that rape is a gift from God if it results in a pregnancy. That rape? Rape and the result of said rape? Is a gift from God? Like Paul Ryan, Mourdock seems to forget that pregnancy requires a penis, every time and that forcing a woman to have a child she does not want is a form of punishment.

 

Unlike Paul Ryan, Mitt Romney’s uterus-hating running-mate whos platform includes requiring laboring mothers to die with their stillborn baby, struggling fetus, or ectopic zygote implantation; Richard Mourdock stated in the same spiel that he supports abortion only in cases where the mother’s life is in "immediate danger." A loaded phrase, that one:"Immediate danger."  Does that include a woman who has several children and has been advised by he physician of fourteen years, that she cannot safely carry another pregnancy to term? Does it include the single mom who won't be able to afford to feed her other children if forced into parturition? What about the woman (or girl) who's mental health hangs in the balance after rape or incest? The diabetic woman who's first baby almost killed her? An 11-year-old child? Your wife? Your mother? Your sister?.... Your daughter? Any of these people deserve this war on vaginas?

 

Speaking of which: A few words on Paul Ryan…

This diplomat believes that rather than performing life-saving (yes, I said lifesaving) Abortion Care (go ahead and grumble about how filthy, disgusting and socially inappropriate the word “Abortion” is to you. In the field of Medicine, the word is used) in the above listed cases: women should sacrifice (READ: be forced to sacrifice) their lives for a dying,  or nonviable fetus. Certain people in political power in our country seem to think they should control what happens inside women’s bodies. Who do these bodies belong to anyway? Should some religious throwback leftover from dysfunctional puritan times be allowed to make medical decisions on your behalf and without your permission? I don’t think so.

Now we are back with Richard Mourdock from Indiana, recently endorsed by the Romney campaign, but even more recently denounced and distanced from the mainstream GOP. Even though Paul Ryan’s views on abortion seem to more in line with Mourdock than with Presidential hopeful Mitt Romney, we haven’t heard much from him on the subject. Yet.

People often argue with me over the use of semantics in debate; whether-or-not the actual meaning of the words spoken or the intended message of the speaker holds more value depends on the beholder. I believe words themselves, combined with context, clarity, and honesty, carry a message bearing a person’s intent, character, and appeal. In the cases of Ryan, Romney and Mourdock, words have proven to be of the loaded variety often enough in recent weeks.  

To those who actually believe that these words don’t matter, that words are just words, know this:

Words have a way of becoming policy with these clowns. Much like excrement, some words stick.

I think a lot of voters are under the impression that the doctrine these men intend to put in place might not actually put every female in the United Sates at risk, medically and psychologically speaking. However, the CDC reports that women and girls forced in one way or another into pregnancy, delivery, and birth against their will are far more likely to later get into heavy drug use, become sexual deviants, suffer from depression; get involved in prostitution and/or commit suicide. Is that not enough risk for anyone?

Some women’s bodies were simply not built for multiple, or even a single, pregnancy. Forcing victims of rape, incest, and the very, very young into growing a fetus in her womb, against her will, telling her she is evil, a slut and a whore for being in her position is damaging to the mind and the body. Men will never understand the emotional roller-coaster a woman’s body goes through during the many, many stages of pregnancy. We are hardwired to sustain life unconditionally, to propagate the species and populate the earth. However, we live in an advanced and socially sophisticated society where we have the freedom to assemble for protests filled with hate while a woman’s right to choose medically what happens to her body is under full attack.

Now I could go on-and-on for eons on matters such as these; figuratively and not literally, Right Angie?

^^)

But I will spare you more-of-the-same; instead I move on to say that it is time to move on to something else entirely. So moving on... To the the subject of of signed pledges from members of congress, House and Senate Repubs, vowing to make Obama a one-term President. And making it their number-one priority over any-and-all else. Voting records show how many Obama proposals were shot down by party leaders as suffering from not being proposed by Obama. Impeding the political process at the expense of taxpayers is an immoral act with the air of criminality. The Filibuster is being abused, now worse than ever.  

Your people lost last time. I’m sorry about that, but these guys need not be in office. In fact, I think they need to read their bibles with a little more scrutiny.Some have dangerous ideas that could place us under religious doctrine akin to that of Syria and Iran. The people the GOP has in office right now seem to be losing their fecking minds so find us someone else in four years. Then you can give it another go. Until then, please stop badgering me about my views. My conscience is completely clear and I am confident my remarks are accurate and well-researched.

 

Drops microphone, walks away..

 

 

 

Yet Another Useless Talent for the Cat Lady

So, for the second time in my adult life, I had a metaphysical experience regarding clairvoyant visions and movie quotes.  I will tell both stories but let me explain a little about myself first: concerning the paranormal, I don’t have a psychic-sensitive bone in my body. My team calls me the “ghost repellant”  as nothing from the other side wants to have anything to do with me most of time, children and animals representing the majority of my personal experiences on cases.

I do, however, consider myself to be a spiritually passionate person. I meditate to clear my head, prepare for my day/week, and wind down at the end of the day (still takes 100 mg of Seroquel to put me down for the count) but that’s neither here nor there. We are here to discuss psychic visions and how they apply to everyday life (which is not at all; I apparently am only psychic when absolutely nothing important is at stake and I am completely alone, without a witness to collaborate the experience).

And speaking of experiences; the first one goes something like this…

It was 2004 or 2005, I was cruising solo in my little bungalow on Kossuth Street and had just gotten out of the bath. I shrugged on my fluffy, blue bathrobe and grabbed the only towel in the washroom (which happened, as it were, to be of the bath sheet variety. As in very big). I put it on my head turban-style and headed down the hallway toward the kitchen. Now, I don’t have a full length mirror in my hallway (or anywhere for that matter) but for some reason I imagined what I must look like walking through the hall in my fluffy robe, slippers, and ginormous towel on my head. And I think of Ferris Beuller and his famous day off. Remember when he’s sluffing around the house, waiting for Cameron to come pick him up, despite whatever his diastolic must be? He’s all like: “I got a day off here and time’s a wasting. Guess I’ll get dressed an go play the clarinet.”  So I’m walking down the hall and to no one what-so-ever, I say out loud: “’I don’t believe in Beetles, I just believe in me.’ John Lennon said that. He was the Walrus. I could be the Walrus, I’d still have to bum rides off of people.” 

The entire time I was talking, I had this overwhelming feeling of déjà vu (normally, déjà vu can be easily explained as the brain is simply misfiling brand new information as “memory”. Except when it can’t. This time there was something different going on; like someone was playing me like a tape recorder. And as quickly as the feeling came over me and I spoke out loud, it left and I felt fine again. Went back to my room to get dressed. It was my first day off in about 17 days and I was itching to crawl back in bed with my little kitty cat and nap the day away. As I was putting on clean pj’s, I stumbled (‘magine that) and stepped on the television remote. I had an older tube television in my room back then so the sound came on first and the picture followed about 30-45 seconds later once the power button on the ancient remote was pushed. As I am picking myself off the floor *sigh* I hear Mr. Broderick say the following phrases: “’I don’t believe in Beetles, I just believe in me.’ John Lennon said that. He was the Walrus. I could be the Walrus, I’d still have to bum rides off of people.” 

That eerie feeling I’d had moments before returned like a blow to the solarplexus and I almost became ill for a second. My head pounded and my tummy got a rumbly. I bent down to pick up the remote I’d stepped on and pressed the power button again. Nothing happened. So I walked to the TV and shut it off. The queasy feeling left once again and I was left alone to my confusion about what had just transpired. One of the first things I realized was that nothing like this had ever happened to me before. The second was the fact that that channel should not have even came on at all. Because I only had basic, basic cable (it was all I could afford on my own; I didn’t even have internet back then because it was too expensive), whenever the TV was off for more than a minute or two, the box reverted back to channel 4 (or was it 5?). It was the channel with local community 411 (and wanted criminals in the afternoon!) scrolling across the bottom, time and temp up in the right hand corner. But that wasn’t the channel that was on. I pushed the Power button on the TV once more as the remote had stopped wanting to work. Now I don’t know how much time had passed since the was turned off but while the picture went from dim and fuzzy to clear as it caught up with the sound, good ol’ channel  5 filled the screen . I hit the PRV button on the old console TV and the picture flipped back to TBS (which was channel  13 or 14, I can’t remember exactly) where Ferris was playing the clarinet, claiming he never had one lesson.

I let the feeling of being a player piano slide away slowly as I shrugged into a comfy sweatshirt and placed a towel over the pillow, my hair was still wet. At some point, as I struggled to empty my head, the towel had fallen off. In fact, I didn’t even find it until the next day as it somehow ended up under the bed. Snuggled in with kitty I, eventually, took my nap.

Over the years, that experience has stayed fresh in my mind like it was yesterday. That strange feeling of being watched and controlled or whatever still freaks me out a little. And I’m not a little disappointed that the one and only psychic experience I’ve ever had was so lame in content and usefulness. Oh well. Fast forward to present day: I’m sitting up on my porch and have been since 4 am. I guess the nap I had yesterday threw off my circadian rhythms. No bother. I spent the wee smalls playing fetch with my wild-ass Cassius. Funny story: I had to put him in time out twice in the past 12 hours for being a shit. It involves my taking his fetching wand and sitting on it until he calms down; usually works too! He lies there and takes his punishment almost like he understands growling and posturing don’t fly to well with mama.

So I’m sitting out here on my porch, listening to the birds chirp and waiting for the rest of the world around me to wake, playing Angry Birds. Cassius, his punishment long forgotten, begins to push and rub on my feet. He opens his mouth and starts rubbing his gums on my toes (cats do this to mark you as their special pet without having to pee on you) and shoving his fetching wand at me like “hey!  You gonna play with me or not? Rawwhaah rawahhhhhaaaaaahhhhh. Mreweeeeh. Meeeeehhhhh!”

“Not now, Cassius! Playing Birds!”

“Rawwhaah rawahhhhhaaaaaahhhhh. Mreweeeeh. Meeeeehhhhh!  Play! With! Me!”

“Unghhhhh. No."

“ Rawwhaah rawahhhhhaaaaaahhhhh. Mreweeeeh. Meeeeehhhhh!”

So I start thinking about the scene from Just Married where Ashton accidentally kills Brittany Murphy’s dog when he throws Baggs’ fetching toy out the window. The non-ground-level window. Whoops. And this feeling of déjà vu comes over almost immediately and I feel like a puppet for about 30 seconds (could have been longer but hard to say). The feeling quickly passed. I turned and grabbed my Powerade then drained it. I told kitty, “you’re name isn’t Baggs; it’s Cassie.” He replies with a whine-mreow  as I got up to go inside to fetch another water, opened the door and walked inside. Guess what’s on HBO, on the last channel I was watching over three hours ago. Guess which part of the movie was playing. Kutcher is coming clean on the 60 inch screen and telling Brittany how her dog really died. He had previously blamed a squirrel.

Whatever. I’m over it now but am still a little pissy that I can’t channel anything useful. I did, however write down two numbers that have been coming up a lot lately. Think I’ll try for the lottery next week. AS soon as I conjure up a few more numbers, that is.

Have a great weekend, everybody.

There's a Zombie on your lawn

There's a zombie on your lawn.
This is our new garden zombie; his name is Zed Head. Each morning, I come out to the front porch with my coffee and watch people commute and start their day. I wish I had a dollar for every laugh, photo, and frightened squeal Zed Head gets every day. A German Shepard even growled at him.
At first I was nervous about what the neighbors would say. I was afraid they would make me take him in (where he would surely fall prey to kitty-related douchebaggery in short order). But everyone in the neighborhood seems to like Zed, like they are proud to be Zed's neighbor.

Watching people react to Zed's life-like form appear to crawl through my brick red mulch has made what amounts to a couple really shitty days seem tolerable, even a little fun.