Well, maybe he is a punk. No, a coward. No, a jackass I’ll go with all four, actually. You see, ladies, and gentleman, Andy did a stupid, thoughtless, distasteful thing on the night of September 19th. While at a party, and intoxicated, Andy Prick decided to pick up a friend of mine, swing her over his head and then proceeded to drop her and then fall on her. This incident happen to Margot Kistler.
If you don’t know Margot, you should meet her. She is a sweet and friendly gilr hailing from Central Mass. They didn’t even know each other before this night. He just decided to pick her up and act like the ass-clown he is. She currently has TWO BROKEN BONES in her foot and wears one of those boots that make you look like Robo Cop and will be on crutches for at least a month.
When I heard the news, I was shocked, but once I saw her in person, it hit me harder. If you have been on crutches before, you know it is horrible. Its tiring, you feel self-conscious, and you sweat like the dickens. And can you imagine crutching on a college campus? Sheesh.
And one of the worst parts about this is that Mr. Prick claims he does not remember this happening. In addition, he did not apologize until the following Tuesday. That is four days after. And he damn well knew about it the day after.
He showed up at Margot’s house on Tuesday with a mediocre bouqet of flowers and an apology that lasted all of 16 seconds. Come on man. You broke this girl’s foot. And you go with the cliche, boring flower route? Try some creativity. Try something else.
Flowers and something. Give her some of your meal points. Get her a magazine subscription. Do something. You broke her foot. For God’s sake man! Wanting to remain anonymous, I asked a member from the class of ’09 to share his thoughts: “That’s bull-sh*t. If he would have done that to me, I would have got my friends from back home to come to campus” A second classmate agreed: “Yeah, I probably would have gone a different direction and pressed charges. Thats f*cked up.”
I call on the Wesleyan community to show some love for Margot and say hi to her if you see her around campus. And if you see Andy, glare and scowl at him. Yell at him. And if you are feeling jolly, go old school and give him a right hook to his jaw.
Monday, November 17, 2008
Thursday, November 6, 2008
November 4th, 2008 (Part 2)
As the campus center came into view, there was a crazy amount of people there. Fireworks were being set off and I joined the chaos with a quickness.
I spotted some girls I hadn't seen for a while and owing to the fact I didn't bring my camera, I took one of theirs and began taking a video of everyone. And pictures. Then I went into the crowd. Looking for anyone I knew. My mom called me at this point and we were both going crazy. Text messages were pouring in from California to Boston to Florida.
I spotted my boys and more hugs and smiles. Someone had brought speakers and music was playing and people were dancing and just having the time of their lives. All of a sudden Will Smith came over the speakers and Gettin Jiggy With It came on. I hoped up on a table without hesitation and started signing.
There were american flags. There were Obama flags. Cameras everywhere. Obama shirts everywhere. The public safety officers were there and all they could do was watch. Even if were breaking some law I would have loved for them to try and stop us. You would have needed King Kong and Lord Voldemort to get rid of us. And even that might not have been enough.
Then in between songs I started an "O-Bam-a!" chant and that was fantastic. Then Wesleyan's president showed up out of nowhere in the crowd and everyone just lost it. People hugging him and takin pictures of him. Then I started a "Michael Roth!" chant which turned into an "O-bam-a!" chant after a few seconds.
After starting to lose my voice I took a seat on the side and just chilled out. Sat there by myself for a solid 25 minutes just soaking it all in. I had never seen so much happiness and excitement in one place. It was truly amazing. Hugs and kisses with strangers. Smiles everywhere. Everywhere. The most unique moment I will ever experience. (My apologies to my future bride)
As the crowd began to disperse, I headed home. I got back to my house at 2:50 and couldn't fall asleep for a while. I sat in bed just thinking.
As I started to drift off I said something to myself. Something that sounded so good. And made me feel so good.
"President Barack Obama"
I spotted some girls I hadn't seen for a while and owing to the fact I didn't bring my camera, I took one of theirs and began taking a video of everyone. And pictures. Then I went into the crowd. Looking for anyone I knew. My mom called me at this point and we were both going crazy. Text messages were pouring in from California to Boston to Florida.
I spotted my boys and more hugs and smiles. Someone had brought speakers and music was playing and people were dancing and just having the time of their lives. All of a sudden Will Smith came over the speakers and Gettin Jiggy With It came on. I hoped up on a table without hesitation and started signing.
There were american flags. There were Obama flags. Cameras everywhere. Obama shirts everywhere. The public safety officers were there and all they could do was watch. Even if were breaking some law I would have loved for them to try and stop us. You would have needed King Kong and Lord Voldemort to get rid of us. And even that might not have been enough.
Then in between songs I started an "O-Bam-a!" chant and that was fantastic. Then Wesleyan's president showed up out of nowhere in the crowd and everyone just lost it. People hugging him and takin pictures of him. Then I started a "Michael Roth!" chant which turned into an "O-bam-a!" chant after a few seconds.
After starting to lose my voice I took a seat on the side and just chilled out. Sat there by myself for a solid 25 minutes just soaking it all in. I had never seen so much happiness and excitement in one place. It was truly amazing. Hugs and kisses with strangers. Smiles everywhere. Everywhere. The most unique moment I will ever experience. (My apologies to my future bride)
As the crowd began to disperse, I headed home. I got back to my house at 2:50 and couldn't fall asleep for a while. I sat in bed just thinking.
As I started to drift off I said something to myself. Something that sounded so good. And made me feel so good.
"President Barack Obama"
November 4th, 2008
Inspiring.
Unbelievable.
I. Need. To. Catch. My. Breath
Where is my inhaler?
Everyone already knows what happened by now. I had been looking forward to November 4th for obvious reasons and I had really looked forward to documenting it. This was my first chance to vote and it was possibly the biggest and most historic race ever. I changed to vote here in CT from CA because I didn't just want to put my ballot in the mail. I wanted to physically go to the polls. I wanted to get the "I voted" sticker. I wanted to take pictures. Take a video. The whole 9.
Although I campaigned for The Man back in January, I felt I had to do more. So I put my cell phone to go use and decided to call folks from Virginia. I wanted to look back and say I did something on election day.
And thats exactly what I did. I went down with my friend Jessie and stood in a short line. I was wearing my Barack Obama t shirt (nobody said anything) and I was feeling nervous and excited. Before I went in to vote I took a video of myself and I did the same after. I called my mom to let her know her son had voted and then the waiting game was on.
Constant internet checking. Constant tv watching. As the sun began to set, my nerves began to kick in. Had two friends come over with some newcastle, sierra nevada, and champagne. We sat there as the first results came in and although 1% of Indiana precints were reporting, we were nervous.
As the night went out, things began looking great. But the mood in my house was to stale. Jessie came back over and my roomates were watching too but we didn't have the energy we should've. So me and Jess decided to roll to another spot on campus where we knew people would be getting rowdy. We stopped by her friends house to pick her up and as I was walking out the door of the friends house to go to the big party, I heard a lot of people counting down.
Then everyone erupted. The West coast polls had just closed and cnn projected The Man as the winner. I ran back inside to see it on the screen and sure enough. Presiden Barack Obama.
We still rolled to the big party and as soon as I walked in I started screaming. I pointed to my shirt (has Obama's face on it) and everyone was going nuts. There was a keg. There was cake. There was rowdy folks. There was big screen TV. There was everything. Hugs for all. Pass the bottle around.
Then the loser (literally) came out and gave his speech. I didn't care at all but I listened. Some people were throwing cups at the TV as he spoke. I was just waiting for the real speech. Waiting for The Man.
Then he came out. With the family. And I started crying. I felt the tears coming down and I have never been more proud. The Chicago crowd was going wild. The folks I was around were screaming and crying themselves. I stood there. Still. Not blinking. Complete joy.
The speech itself was great of course. Because he is great. Everything about him that night was amazing. He definetly got a fresh haircut hours before the speech. Got that clean ass shave. And he played basketball earlier in the day. How can you not love this guy?
After the speech everybody headed out to the campus center to party some more and watch fireworks. Tears were wiped from my face and the screaming and hugging continued.
Unbelievable.
I. Need. To. Catch. My. Breath
Where is my inhaler?
Everyone already knows what happened by now. I had been looking forward to November 4th for obvious reasons and I had really looked forward to documenting it. This was my first chance to vote and it was possibly the biggest and most historic race ever. I changed to vote here in CT from CA because I didn't just want to put my ballot in the mail. I wanted to physically go to the polls. I wanted to get the "I voted" sticker. I wanted to take pictures. Take a video. The whole 9.
Although I campaigned for The Man back in January, I felt I had to do more. So I put my cell phone to go use and decided to call folks from Virginia. I wanted to look back and say I did something on election day.
And thats exactly what I did. I went down with my friend Jessie and stood in a short line. I was wearing my Barack Obama t shirt (nobody said anything) and I was feeling nervous and excited. Before I went in to vote I took a video of myself and I did the same after. I called my mom to let her know her son had voted and then the waiting game was on.
Constant internet checking. Constant tv watching. As the sun began to set, my nerves began to kick in. Had two friends come over with some newcastle, sierra nevada, and champagne. We sat there as the first results came in and although 1% of Indiana precints were reporting, we were nervous.
As the night went out, things began looking great. But the mood in my house was to stale. Jessie came back over and my roomates were watching too but we didn't have the energy we should've. So me and Jess decided to roll to another spot on campus where we knew people would be getting rowdy. We stopped by her friends house to pick her up and as I was walking out the door of the friends house to go to the big party, I heard a lot of people counting down.
Then everyone erupted. The West coast polls had just closed and cnn projected The Man as the winner. I ran back inside to see it on the screen and sure enough. Presiden Barack Obama.
We still rolled to the big party and as soon as I walked in I started screaming. I pointed to my shirt (has Obama's face on it) and everyone was going nuts. There was a keg. There was cake. There was rowdy folks. There was big screen TV. There was everything. Hugs for all. Pass the bottle around.
Then the loser (literally) came out and gave his speech. I didn't care at all but I listened. Some people were throwing cups at the TV as he spoke. I was just waiting for the real speech. Waiting for The Man.
Then he came out. With the family. And I started crying. I felt the tears coming down and I have never been more proud. The Chicago crowd was going wild. The folks I was around were screaming and crying themselves. I stood there. Still. Not blinking. Complete joy.
The speech itself was great of course. Because he is great. Everything about him that night was amazing. He definetly got a fresh haircut hours before the speech. Got that clean ass shave. And he played basketball earlier in the day. How can you not love this guy?
After the speech everybody headed out to the campus center to party some more and watch fireworks. Tears were wiped from my face and the screaming and hugging continued.
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