Showing posts with label Matt Summers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Matt Summers. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Debatable, My Dear Watson


Good day, unreasonably attractive audience,
I come to you from my cozy dorm where I am blasting Neutral Milk Hotel and eating dried apple rings. My day today has improved greatly, which isn’t saying much because a day can only get better after you have an 8 am Chemistry test that you are quite sure you have completely failed. Every day I am more and more convinced I should be an English Major. Not because I realize I’m an excellent writer (The readers of this blog can attest that my writing style is, at best, average.), but because I’m realizing I am a terrible scientist.  Onwards? Onwards!

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

A Very New Year, A Fairly Similar Nicole


Ah, how good of you to come here and see me.  But alas! I didn’t expect you! I look like such a mess, pixels all disheveled and tossed everywhere! My layout is usually tidier than this. But we must carry on. Onwards? Onwards!
 It’s 2012, the start of a new year, and you will all be smugly satisfied (you heartless bastards) in knowing that I have already broken all three (count them, three!) new year’s resolutions. How, might you ask, did this happen? Ah, my curious noodles, you will find out in just a moment’s time.



Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Sexism: three fewer letters and it'd be a lot more awesome.

Salutations, attractive readers! By the way, I'm not saying that I'm only acknowledging the readers with good looks, I'm saying all the readers of this blog are good looking. So congratulations, you're quite easy on the eyes! Wow, I'm already rambling.
Onwards? Onwards!

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

It's beginning to look a lot like . . . how October looked.


Greetings, fellow folk literate in the English language! I welcome you back to another college post with  metaphorically open arms. Today I'd like to write you about an event fairly prominent in societies focused on materialistic behaviors. And by that, I mean the game of "Secret San-SNOWFLAKE" (Here at Bates College, we are dedicated to make everyone so politically correct it hurts). Anyways, some people in my Debate team set it up, and so I joined in on the fun.
---Also, if anyone from Bates Debate is reading this (fairly unlikely) please stop, as I am going to divulge who I will be giving my gift to, as well as what it is.---


Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Dances, Debates and Ann Gray

Imagine you are in a public place like the quad outside the library or in one of your college's buildings just having a nice time. It's possible that you are standing around hanging with friends. You could also be alone. Suddenly a man you have never met before gets behind you and starts pressing his pelvis against you repeatedly. This seems inherently wrong, no? It can be classified as sexual assault or at least harassment, especially if you tell him to back off and then he just comes back a few minutes later to try again. There is definitely something perverse about this situation, and I would hope you all would agree.
Now my question is: Why does adding music to this situation make it socially acceptable? Friends, I am talking about college dances. These profoundly confusing events are quite different from high school in one aspect. In high school, if you choose to get hot and heavy on the dance floor, it is with someone you know. It is consensual. It is still creepy, but I digress. Here at college, males just prowl through the masses of dancing students, single out females, and then exert their will upon them.

This issue has forced females who attend dances to create a system of defense. The girls must dance in groups together, staying close to one another in order to defend themselves against the men. It's almost like how animals move in a pack to protect themselves against their predators. In the female's system of protection seen at dances, they dance fairly close together, and it often could be seen as intimate if it weren't for the fact that the reason they do this is  the "stalking" males cannot.

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

What is this white powder on the ground?

It's Wednesday! Known to many as hump day! Hump in this case is a noun. Calm down. Don't mount your nearest classmate. Well, I mean, you can. But I would advise against it.

So the week before last week was break. And I didn't talk about it because I was too busy being a college student who scheduled things poorly. But do not fret! I will let you in on a little secret. All I did was sleep, consume massive amounts of food, and watch "Doctor Who", "A Very Potter Sequel", "Easy A" and this show called "The Misfits" with my friend Victoria. That's right, Rachael. We watched "Easy A". I thought of you giggling the entire time. 

Anyways, that was my break. Now let us look back upon last Thursday, where I spent the entire day, when not going to classes, working on my reading for Chemistry and meeting with my Lab group to work on our lab (surprise, surprise). I was so busy that I didn't have time for dinner. Yay! My new diet plan: always be working. Alright, that was the boring part of the week. Now onto FRIDAY!