Yep, She Deleted It.

I love my team and especially my roommates, and I would never want to see any of them in trouble.

The Joys of Science

I think my physical science teacher is bipolar or something. Most days, she just lectures, but there are also days where she brings us candy and tells us stories, or gives us balloons to play with in class, or throws action figures around the room to demonstrate some principle or other. It's pretty ridiculous. But on those days, I look forward to the homework assignments, because they're things like to go float in the ocean (and write a paper about it), or build a circuit, or color the periodic table so it looks pretty. And sometimes she lets us grade each other's homework assignments. (Bad idea.)

Last week, we were assigned to... get this... write a poem about elements. So the night before class, I whipped out an amazing piece of poetry in about two minutes (Cynda helped), which I thought I'd share with you guys, because I received an outstanding grade on it:

Es - Einsteinium, a genius you are
Li - Lithium, with you I shall go far
Eu - Europium, you come from distant lands
Mg - Magnesium, I'll find you in my hands
Er - Erbium, you have a strange name
N - Nitrogen, from the air you came
T - Thallium, your name is even stranger
S - Sulfur, you are a source of danger

Oh, please... hold your applause. Anyway, the dude who was grading my poem liked it so much that he gave it 120 points out of 30. Yeah. That good.

Although I think I preferred the haiku I made up before class for a girl who hadn't written a poem... It's sheer brilliance, let me tell you.

I love elements.
Especially Au - gold.
They are my good friends.

She got an insane amount of extra credit for that as well. And you know what's really funny? The teacher actually put those grades in the gradebook. (Although she hasn't let us grade each other's assignments since.)

My other professors are all relatively normal, and I especially like my political science class because apart from being a really good teacher, the guy's like a stand-up comedian, so he makes things interesting.

But is it just me, or does anyone else have a teacher who's on drugs?

I Figure It's Blogworthy

Hey guys, I'm alive...

Anyway, as freaking-huge-term-paper season looms over me, I find myself more and more able to procrastinate. Hence, this blogging. I should be working on an oral presentation in Spanish right now, in addition to actually trying to get my Psych group to do some work on our project due Tuesday. I should also be determining what kind of syllogisms Socrates uses in "Crito," and putting his arguments into centristic and Aristotelian logic form...but suffice to say, I'm not.

Instead, I'm letting you know that I got knighted into the brotherhood of Esto Vir, a group on CUA's campus. Basically, it consisted (still does, but this is a history paragraph now) of guys who were tired of the stereotypical man being the crass, loud, binge-drinking, sex-obsessed, tactless, faithless, superficial jock who lives at the end of the hall. So...well, rather than trying to make every male change from that stereotype, their goal was to gather like-minded guys together so as to validate their beliefs, to show them that they didn't have to capitulate. And, should their example of true manhood inspire people to shape up, that's awesome. The group started out four years ago...it was a small group, but it's survived. They chose the patron saint to be St. Josemaria Escriva, founder of Opus Dei (he was the newest saint at the time).

So yeah, we went through this five-week formation period, where we talked about the five lifestyles we focused on: Prayer, brotherhood, self-sacrifice, chastity, and fortitude. Then we went to the beach at the end of week 5 for a retreat, and that was sweet. Then began the week of fire, which is like initiation, but everybody does it. Basically, we go to Mass daily, and starting on Monday (it's technically correct) morning, we wake up at 1 AM to say a decade of the rosary. Then at 2 AM Tuesday, we do the same thing. Then 3AM Wednesday, 4 Thursday, and 5 Friday. And Friday we fast for 12 hours. Then we either do service or pray a whole heck of a lot on Saturday. Sunday's initiation, where old knights renew their vows, and Aspirants are knighted in. There's a sword and everything. It was pretty cool.

Anyway, that's the story. I'm off to get some sleep, because...well, it's that time of day when I realized I should get more sleep.

Have a good one, guys

The Big City

So Nancy is apparently going to NYC next weekend, and, wants me to come down too. I was skeptical at the time, and told her I'd tell her later, because I didn't know then. But now I have made up my mind. I, Douglas Puett, will venture forth from Ithaca into the wild unknowns of the big city.... Syracuse. Me, with the rest of the Rocky cast are putting on two performances on Saturday. Needless to say, NYC is out of the question. But compared to Ithaca, anything is a big city, so I doubt that I'll actually be able to tell the difference.

I Am Such A Loser Sometimes.

I lost my cell phone last Thursday.

Felt like I had lost a limb or something...the mourning period was terrible, kept thinking I was hearing ringtones and it was just SO HARD.

Now I have a new phone...but no numbers.

My number's the same, text me your numbers or over AIM or whatever.

Thanks guysssss.