Oh, how wonderful it is to be a resident.

St. Johns University, Staten Island campus. Home to many, school to even more. As a resident of St. Johns, I have a few tidbits to share. Having an full apartment rather than just a bedroom dorm is certainly a plus. As people know, having a lot of space is always a good thing. A lot of residents are unhappy with their roommates, some are just different or incompatible I guess. Slobs are sometimes paired with clean freaks, angry hyper personalities are sometimes paired with softspoken kids resulting in daily conflicts and wars. Once again, I lucked out in this department. My roommate and I get along very well. Its odd because we are very very different and exactly the same at the same time. We get along despite the fact that I am a low-grade mess (mentally and physically) and he is a clean freak with never-ending determination towards an immaculate living space. I do my part (not on purpose of course) to crush his dreams of cleanliness, but we make due. We share an unmoving infatuation with the nectar of life known as food, which aids us in our quest for survival in on-campus living. We both should weigh about 400 pounds but another similiarity we share, our love of sports, keeps us in check. Now, I have so far talked about the positives of living the campus life, but I can't stay in the sunshine for long. Before I even started my messy life in the apartment, it was fairly messed up. The bedroom door refuses to close, if I slam it I'm afraid I'll be locked away forever where only my neighbors can hear me scream. I know they can hear me because I hear them. Every night, every step, every song. As a light sleeper, I can probably tell you my neighbors night better than he could. Almost as necessary as sleep, is the internet. We were given promises left and right about how it will be working soon, but it never does. I feel like I'm back in the old days where you have to troop somewhere to use something which is funny, because im trooping to use a wireless internet connection (not exactly the old days). I've shared complaints and positives, but overall how you feel about where you live depends on what you make of it. Unless your roommate eats all your food, of course.

The NOT-SO Amazins

To all the New York Met fans out there, I apologize in advance. However, as a Yankee fan, all season long I have heard the jeers: The Mets are guaranteed playoffs! Hey look, the Mets have a better record than the Yankees! The Mets are winning the World Series no question about it, etc. You have spoken too soon my friends. As it would appear, the Mets have lost 12 straight (yes, 12) games. The Philadelphia Phillies, on the contrary, have made ground and squeezed out tough wins against tough opponents to earn their playoff spot. Granted I am not a Phillies fan at all, but they have without a doubt earned their spot in the playoffs even though the Mets gave their's up. I apologize again, Met fans, but do not cry about it. As well as they played all year (yes im admitting it) they should have had an easy coast into the playoffs. As bad as the Yankees played at the beginning of the year, I had my doubts for them. BUT, the Yankees are in the playoffs and the Mets are not. All I can say right now is better luck next year, and don't be so quick to trash talk in the future.

Memory

A memoir is a story that tells an account of a specific memory. Memory is a strange thing. There are days when I cant remember what I had for breakfast, but can remember everything that people in my classes were wearing. Why I remember pointless things like that, I don't know. Overall though, most people normally remember things that affect them when they were younger. For example, I vividly recall a fall from the monkey bars in pre-k. I only remember it because I ripped my upper lip open from the bottom of my nose to the end of my mouth of the right side. I screamed and bled heavily for about 15 minutes before a teacher even looked outside, and the pain makes me remember the accident in detail regardless of how young I was. If I had fallen and just scraped my knee, chances are I would not remember it as well as I do now. However, not all things that people remember are bad. Good memories are also often rememebered in their entirety. I got the game ball in our only win for our football team last season. Despite the length of the game and physical duress I was under at all times, I remember every play as if I had watched it on tape over and over again. Memory for most people goes by how that moment made you feel.