christmas-y

I'm feeling uber Christmas-y and i'm not exactly sure why. When I was a kid, I LOVED decorating the house, putting up the tree, playing christmas music, and all that. But in highschool, I lost that magic. This year, I found it again.

We had a bunch of people come over to the house for Christmas Decorating 2009. We used all of Kathy (our landlandy's) christmas decorations. It was a magical night: christmas songs, cookies, putting up the tree, stringing lights. But it also had its trashy side, with the 1 string of lights in the window, the star of david made out of beaded chains on the wall, the black baby angel on the top of the tree, and the fan that turned into abstract decoration art. You should come over sometime, it's great.

Bethany and Sarah were party guests of the night because they wore the most christmas-y christmas sweaters. Starkey was DJ extraordinair. And Roth's pranking made the night a hit. I loved every minute of it.

my personal top 5 chrismas-y things:
5- from age 6-12 we hung up a picture that had small candy compartments in it that you opened the days of december. i was the even numbers, my sister the odd. i loved that thing.

4- my mom on the piano and the 5 of us (dad, sister, grandma, grandpa, and me) would sing christmas songs. we sounded horrible, but i can still hear my grandma's vibrato in my head.

3- the arguments over what movie to see the day after christmas (everyone had to see the same one). feelings would get hurt, it was awesome.

2- when mom put me in charge of putting the decorations on the tree. we had a tall skinny box of decorations and one year, i was put in charge of all decorations. i was 8 or so, and LOVED it.

1- our "christmas videos" vhs. it was a compilation of charlie brown christmas, rudolph, frosty the snowman, mickey's christmas carol, and twas the night before christmas (the one with the cartoon mice). my sister and i watched it every year. then we would usually put in 'white christmas' and we'd both fall asleep around the "count your blessings instead of sheep" song.


i'm getting a heavy wiff of nostalgia, so i'd better head out. merry christmas everyone.

drawing on napkins means its time to leave...

why does walking to radinas to get on twitter and facebook seem so much more productive than doing it at home? maybe because i enjoyed talking to the lady behind the coffee counter who made my hot chocolate...who knows

does anyone feel like a smooth operator when they are behind a keyboard. but as soon as your on the phone or talking in person you turn into M O R O N. i could be don juan if i didn't have to look people in the eye.

final sickness update. 7 straight days of being out with 'the strep.' now i'm feeling great. i learned that you can truly feel rested if you sleep over 12 hours a day for 7 days straight. even though i was sick, i feel like my body is c0mpletely rested. when i woke up this morning for work at 6:45 I was instantly wide awake feeling great. all i could think of was, "so this is what waking up is SUPPOSED to feel like."

trying to find good twitter accounts to follow. if you have suggestions, tell me. (don't say people like shaq, ashton, or famous people that i don't care about) i'm looking for things like this or this. like a cnn of funny things, is there a twitter for that. same with blogs. tell me if you know any of those too...

i'm out. radinas partner has resorted to drawing on napkins...this means we need to leave.

reading at the speed of light through 10-page books

'a series of unfortunate events' makes me feel like i can read really fast. a feeling i've never had. but when each page is only 22 lines, you can seriously fly through a book.

is it possible that my upper lip is caving in on itself due to chapped-ness. will my lip be gone by the time i'm 50. i'm seriously a little worried about it.

lately, i've been a part of/read about/heard stories about/seen a lot of confrontation. they should rename november to "confront that one guy about the thing" month. or no shave november. that probably works the best. one day i'd love to participate in no shave november and not look like i have dirt all over my face.

i learned a lot about my old friends this weekend. i will be confronting you about it these stories in the near future. most of the confrontations will sound like this, "how could you have not told me you did...such and such... that's such a great story!"

tiny rambos and internet mistresses...

i don't know why i go on these long breaks with blogger. i guess it's hard to date 3 different websites at once. twitter is the girl who's every moment makes you happier. it's still in the 'get to know you' phase, but the time we've spent together is magical. facebook is the steady girlfriend. the one where we know eachothers flaws but love eachother anyway. facebook and i are in love, while twitter and i are just in 'passionate like' with one another. blogger, however...blogger is the girl you call up when you're really drunk, really lonely, really happy, or a mix between all 3. blogger sees the extreme side of you, but is always ready and willing for that 1:00am text or call.

it's hard having 3 mistresses.

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few things i've been wanting to say:

1- most intense day of my work life was today. i'll try my best to throw in a few tid-bits at a second twitter i started (MidSchoolQuotes). but i'm pretty sure i'm not allowed to say much legally. i will say that it involved the police, a runaway, a wrestling match between a 74 pound kid and a 200 pound principal, the police again, a small version of rambo, and divine intervention. ask me. it's a good story.

2- chicago trip this weekend (fingers crossed). pact crew to visit chitown without a single plan. sounds like the perfect weekend. also getting a chance to see this girl who i haven't seen in a thousand years. it's a tragedy that needs a remedy. and that remedy is saturday night.

3- started reading lemony snicket. love it, which officially makes me have the reading level of a 4th grader. but to make myself feel better, i started yesterday on book 1 and am already half way through it.

4- i'm learning how to save people's lives. no kidding. but emt class is freakin hard. why God made the human body so complex is a mystery and i don't like it. (btw, don't ask me to save your life yet, i'd probably wet myself attempting)

5- attn. all KC readers of this blog. find me a job, find me an apartment, find me a 4 year school, and i will join you. as cheap trick said, "i want you to want me. i need you to need me. i'd love you to love me."

6- didn't i didn't i didn't i see you crying, didn't i didn't i didn't i see y......ummmm....sorry.

7- i did my first ever 'defriending' on the advice of her. don't hate me if we're not facebook friends anymore. but if you read this, we should be fine...

in the words of my middle school companion "i'm leaving here and there's no way anyone's going to stop me. now get out of my way so i can leave"

the SIMs: middle school edition

sometimes...most of the time...kids can be mean. i get to see the whole thing as if it were a sim city game. "SIM MIDDLE SCHOOL." the task is to get as many people to think you're cool while simultaneously making everyone else less cool.


WAYS TO GET 'COOL POINTS':

--pick on someone who is an easy target (the kid who hasn't hit puberty, the kid who hangs out with the LD students, the pokemon card carriers).

--cause your group of friends to laugh at something. most of the time this has to do with humiliating another member of the group of friends which causes them to lose 'cool points.'

--you would think that getting the girls to like you would be a way of getting the 'cool points' but actually it doesn't work that way. making fun of a guy who has a crush on a girl, however, easy way to pick up a few points

--causing someone else to get in trouble without being a snitch

There are dozens of other ways to win this game. None of which has to do with being a kind person, helping others, working hard, being an unconditional friend, or treating people respectfully.

I don't like this game. It isn't real. The players are real, and the harm that is caused is real. But the imaginary scale that these kids put themselves on, is not real.

the adventures of skeptical-man

I don't know what my deal is. But every time I get around a Christian setting I turn into SKEPTICAL-MAN. Who's super powers involve making me judge everyone, critique their theological discrepancies, and label those around me. For example, this morning a friend of mine said the phrase while praying, "I hope that we can make Christianity more attractive." All I could think of after that is how we shouldn't need need make Christianity attractive. We don't need to dress it up and put make-up on it in order to make a sale. That truth should speak for itself. That Christ's life/my life should speak for itself.

Then after giving a mini-sermon to myself and making me feel superior...I realized my own stupidity and felt annoyance for most of the morning.

I feel like Ross in FRIENDS when he keeps correcting people's grammar (except it's in my head). I hate that about myself. SKEPTICAL-MAN needs to be defeated by JUST-CHILL-AND-ENJOY-STUFF-MAN.

mid. sch. fav. (abbr. req. 4 tit.(le) plz.)

now that I'm back in midsch, I want to talk about a few of my favorite things to do.

1: and it will remain number 1, catching the line cutters at lunch. new policy puts them back to the VERY back of the line (at least a 12 min. wait) even for the smallest of line jumping. i'm cruel. but it's my own fun game.

2: jokingly grabbing the bad/fun kids by the neck and squeezing them. i only do this to the ones that WONT sue me, and on second thought, posting it here on my blog may prove to be a poor choice.

3. making bad jokes into the radio. all the supervisors have radios and ear pieces. never a day goes by that a joke is not told. and there has yet to be a good joke.

4. talking to the office ladies. i don't know what it is about midsch, but every one of them has AMAZING ladies in the office. they joke around and goof off, but still get everything done. it's like being the office aid in 8th grade...but whenever i want.

5. constantly searching for great quotable lines from these middle schoolers. I've found a few, and they can be found on my twitter (kevinHubbard) or my facebook.

6. getting a USAToday and attempting to do the crossword. I fail miserably every time, but then there is my new favorite website to pick up the slack.

7. www.sporcle.com

8. making lists and posting them on blogger...

kHub

choice

i believe in choice more than i believe in anything else. ANYTHING. it isn't the society around us that creates who we are...it is the society we choose to put around us that creates who we are. we choose whether to turn on FOX NEWS or CNN or none at all. We choose the people we hang out with, we choose our roommates, we choose whether or not to drink that extra shot of tequila. we choose to have sex with that girl or not, or at least we choose to put ourselves in a position to have sex with them. you choose the books you read, you choose the shows you watch.

so that creates a scary idea. you choose who you become.

and the traveling stops...boo...

--MANHATTAN to WICHITA

--WICHITA to DALLAS

--DALLAS to LINCOLN, KS

--LINCOLN, KS to MANHATTAN

--MANHATTAN to WICHITA

--WICHITA to MANHATTAN

I think my summer traveling has ended. Manhattan, I choose you. (for one more year)

goals and gravitas...

goal number 1: everyday i want to walk into a gas station and purchase a USA Today or some other newspaper magazine along with an Arizona Green Tea. the main reason for this is to establish a morning tradition so that i'm not waking up 15 minutes before i'm supposed to be at work. also, i think i'll enjoy reading the newspaper everyday. plus, Arizona Green Tea is good.

goal number 2: fearlessness. i'd like to have a little more gallant, and a little less worried about what others think. i wanted to say gravitas because i thought it meant ballsiness. but apparently it means seriousness or sobriety. i'm officially changing the meaning of gravitas to mean ballsiness.

goal number 3: don't let this guy turn me into an agnostic. i don't think he is, but he claims a lot of stuff. including telling me that he's allowing LOST to determine his theological basis. (my friend is in your hands damon lindelof....dont' fail me)

goal number 4: stop making goals and to do lists and not accomplishing them.

goal number 5: make my own food. invite you, and you, and you, and you and all of you over to eat it.

"so how was your summer?" "(insert rehearsed answer here)"

summer is over and you know what that means...internet access once again!! i will once again be back onto the blogger/twitter/facebook scene. expect writings to come out daily.

--marion this is for you: i want to start writing a book. i have the ideas but i don't have the inspiration or motivation. can you help me?

--there's something noble about working a 40 hour week doing manual labor. problem is...nobility is not enough for me to do it for the rest of my life. not a chance...

--lake this weekend. reunion of the pact crew. you bet!

--i'm going to be getting the question, "how was your summer?" so i thought i'd give the long version here:

my summer was a mixture of lousy and terrible with a few shimmers of goodness in between. i spent the summer in wichita living with my parents which SUCKED. don't get me wrong i love the family, but it led to having multiple conversations with mom and dad about what i want to do with my life. a scary topic...and one to be discussed later. i could have been in alaska this summer...i regret not going.

sucky summer things:
1) poison ivy...on my manparts,
2) poison ivy a month later all over my legs,
3) a breakout of a common childhood disease that caused me to miss work for a week...aka shingles...
4) burned this shit out of my hand on my last day of mowing work,
5) i mowed most of the summer,
6) being at home somehow slows my ability to get things done,
7) i'm only a little closer to figuring out what career i want to do.

awesome summer things:
1) multiple lake weekends,
2) a lot of tedder/jacob/dunham/crandall time,
3) feeling productive again once i made it to the farm,
4) cousins wedding,
5) met some new and very cool people (missy, molly, saturday night college group),
6) became reaquainted with my bicycle,
7) learned to appreciate coffee shops.

conclusion...i haven't decided if my summer was good or not. so final answer to "how was your summer, Kevin?" answer: "it was alright."

so live your life...

Recent Obsessions:

1. Twitter - at first it seems pointless. but slowly it catches up with you. and eventually you find yourself lost in the twitterness of life. my favorite twitterer is Christopher Walken (but he seems to get kicked off a lot, making me think it's not actually him).

2. Royals Baseball - I do love the game. But it has become an obsession because of Ben Cook and some of the other baseball guys. They will almost have me convinced that the Royals are REALLY good this year, but then i snap back to reality and realize that Mike Aviles is our middle infielder. Let's be honest. The royals are simply not that great. I want them to be...but they just aren't.

3. Fantasy Baseball - Who knew I would ever care that Daisuke pitched 1 inning and let 5 earned runs crossing the plate leaving me with a 45.00 ERA and in last in almost EVERY pitching category. I never thought I would care...but I do. I really, really do.

4. This one may be cheezy. But I am absolutely loving the people that I hang out with this semester. This year is starting to rank as one of my best in college. So here's to you, Josh Tedder, Zach Anderson, Josh Woodard, the Settlers crew, the Pact Girls, the O-House, the baseball guys, the blogspot buddies, facebook faithful, and twitter tweeters. You have made this semester great.

more blogger, less facebook notes...

so i'm reading Harry Potter. and i love it. BUT there are a few things I don't like:

1-Qudditch is an illogical sport. catching the snitch ends the game, but there's not reason to catch it if you are behind by more points than the snitch is worth...

2-Harry is actually an annoying character. he cares way to much what other people think and gets mad at stupid stuff...

3-Any character that wont believe the truth because they just don't want to believe it makes me really mad. Fudge, Umbridge, you ruin the book for me...

OK, I've read through book 5 and started 6 today. I don't care if you make fun of me, the books are good...

Another Paradox, Less Harmony

Part of me wants to go to Africa. Live in a hut that I build myself and raise a family. I would get away from all of the industrialization, commercialization, and Christianization. I would simply live off of a land and work hard at doing it.

Another part of me wants to stay in America and become something amazing. Live a life that influences others and changes my community for the better. Become influential in order to effect positive change on those around me. But doing this would mean I would have to stay in the culture that I'm growing more frustrated with.

I can't seem to find a medium that fits. Maybe I'm not supposed to...

Karma Police...

Awesomeness erupted from the Middle School gym today. Every lunch period half of the lunchroom gets to go to the gym to shoot basketballs or hit volleyballs around. Basically it's a time for me to own them in 1 on 1. I love it. So do they...

There are 3 big no-no's in the gym.

1) half court shots (normally i would not care, but there's way too many people in the gym and people get hit pretty hard when they airball)

2) PDA (this is the worst...by far. girls will jump on guys to get the rebound/flirt hardcore)

3) no drop kicking or throwing the volleyballs across the gym


today was awesome because karma took care of my job for me.

1st a boy took a volleyball from a girl and she jumped on his back. when i yelled at her to get off a volleyball came flying in from across the gym and hit her in the head. she was fine...

2nd, when i got over to where the ball was thrown from...the same kid had another volleyball and was repeating what he had just done (which was drop kick the ball into the wall and have it drop in on a group of people). this time though, when he drop kicked the volleyball from about 5 feet away from the wall, the ball went straight into the wall and back at him...hitting him in the testes. i was laughing too hard to be angry with him. i couldn't even hold myself up.
it reminded me of a combination of these two videos...only he got hit in the balls.

Apparently I have an Aura...

Last summer I went on a missions trip to Iowa to help with the flood relief. The trip was great because I was the youngest person there by about 10 years. Most of the crew were my parents age and a few were my grandparents age. I had the time of my life.

The last place we helped break apart was this 2 story white house that resembled one of the cards in this game. There were 2 very fond memories of this place. 1) the massive sledge hammer that I used to break down some of the rotted insides of the living room. 2) the psychic homeowner who decided to read my fortune.

We were sitting outside eating lunch and talking about things when the homeowner lady (42/f/wore a bandana/seemed to have been in therapy a lot) decided to tell us that she was psychic. She said that she has known that women were pregnant before even they soon-to-be-parents knew. She claimed to have known that a different baby would be born with severe health problems.

Soon my fellow workers had rolled their eyes at this woman and carried on their way. Others began praying for her soul. I was obviously skeptical, yet carried on the conversation with simplicity and ease. She then proceeded to tell me about my aura and future.

"I see a great deal coming from you and your aura"
"My aura? Like I'm glowing or something?"
"Sort of...actually it's telling me that you have a very difficult time ahead of you."
"(silence)"
"I'm seeing you go through some heartache and pain in the next 3-6 months."
"Ummm...well isn't everyone going to go through some heartache and pain in the next 3-6 months? I mean, I think most people experience heartache and pain about every week. Don't they?"
"Yes, but this is significant. This is life altering pain"
"Well...I hope not, but if it happens I guess it happens."

(Later we were all hugging and saying our goodbyes to one another)

"Thank you all so much for doing this. You really are a Godsend."
(All of us sparatically) "You're welcome" "Our pleasure." etc...
"I'm going to be praying for all of you. (turns to me) Especially you"

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OK. I really didn't take this to heart too much. The other people in my group seemed more upset than I was. In fact, when I got back and told some people about that story, it seemed to bother them even more. So eventually I stopped telling the story. It seemed to be doing more harm than good.

I'm not exactly sure how supernatural things work. The spiritual world is one that I'm both fascinated and oblivious to. This may seem contradictory, but I think that we give way too much credit to the supernatural when sometimes things just happen. And at the same time there are more supernatural things going on then any of us are aware of.

The reason I'm typing this post now is that my 3-6 month period ended last week. I forgot about it for the majority of that time and only remembered last night when I was telling some people about some of the travels and missions trips I've been on. In the last 3-6 months I have had a friend's father die, been very lonely, saw true poverty in Africa, started a new difficult job, been turned down by a few girls to go on dates, and lost 70 bucks at a casino.

None of these things have been life altering heartache and pain. Unless you count playing the 'Deal or No Deal' slot machine at the casino and having to pick two cases and picking the $500 and $400 dollar biggest two options. Now that, was heartache and pain. Other than that, my life is good. No, actually, my life is great...

sometimes it's the smallest things...

You may remember the kid I've talked about who is really into communism, WWII, and other such things. Well he gets picked on a lot. He brings it on himself, but nevertheless, he's a little on the outsides.

I saw something beautiful today. A guy knocked over his binder (the big ones that everyone has in middleschool) and his papers flew to the ground. But then a girl, who would NEVER be hanging out with my communist friend went nearly 30 feet in a quick jog to help him pick up his stuff. Everyone else passed by. After they picked everything up...the guy looked at the girl and whispered "thank" in a bitter tone. He hated the fact that this girl just helped him pick up his things. The girl simply nodded at him and went down the hallway smiling.

Beautiful.

teacher games...

I found myself playing a game today at the middle school. The game was, see who gets caught running to go outside for recess.

I remember saying, "it's like the teachers are TRYING to get us in trouble." And I've finally learned, that yes, they are trying to get them in trouble. It's fun to hide in a doorway of the hall and see who you can catch running. Then you get to send them back to the cafeteria for a few minutes. I also enjoy trying to catch people who cut in line at lunch. It makes me so happy to walk up to a student and simply wag my finger towards them and then to the back of the line. No words. Just the common understanding that I just owned them.

It's a near sinister feeling. Muhahaha...

weird friends...

i have the weirdest friends...when i asked one of them what to write about. he said, "penis enlargement and its effects on guatemala's economy, focusing on the emerging immigrant farmer sector." i'm not going to do that...

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there is the weirdest stuff on the internet. and most of it can be found by using this.

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i went to FCA for the first time at the middle school today. they had us write down the last song we had listened to. mine was this before i fell asleep last night. (i'm seriously on a classics kick) unless you count hearing the last verse of this (which i obviously don't) as i drove to work listening to kidd kraddick. and then she had us list our 3 favorite bands at the moment. mind are glen hansard, deathcab for cutie, and dispatch.

then the teacher asked where we thought the talent of these bands came from. which is a trick question...because the "right" answer (or at least the one he was looking for) is God, but that means that God is equally blessing ICP with Chris Tomlin with talent and success. One obviously gives credit to God, the other obviously does not. makes me question the whole 'God blesses those who...'

frustration...

You may speak only in cliche...

My kind of game. I stole this from Brent Hines.

NO CHEATING!
1. Pick 15 (why not 20?) of your favorite movies.
2. Go to IMDb and find a quote from each movie.
3. Post them here for everyone to guess.
4. Bold it when someone guesses correctly, and put who guessed it and the movie.
5. No Googling/using IMDb search or other search functions.
6. No looking at my favorite movies on my Facebook page.


(I didn't necessarily chose my favorites, just ones I will almost always watch when they are on)

1. -How do you become something you're not?
--What do you want to become?
-What I'm not.
--What are you now?
-I'm nothing.


2. -How much is "wow"?
--It's right in between, uh, "ouch" and "boing".
-Wow!


3. -It is no concern of mine whether or not your family has... what was it again?
--Umm... food?
-Ha! You should have thought of that before you became peasants.


4. They should name a gender after you. Looking at you doesn't do it, staring is the only way that makes sense.


5. -Was she a good kisser?
--Yeah.
-Yeah?
--It would be ungentlemanly of me to elaborate.
-Gentleman. I'd forgotten what you guys looked like.


6. How is it possible to feel nostalgia for a world I never knew?


7. A little nonsense now and then is relished by the wisest men


8. A quick lesson in lying. See, this is what us real cops do: We study liars. Example: If I ask you a question about something visual, like your favorite color, your eyes go up and to the left. Neurophysiology tells us your eyes go in that direction, because you're accessing the visual cortex. So you're telling the truth. If your eyes go up and right, you're accessing the brain's creative centers and we know you're full of shit.


9. -I dreamt a dream tonight.
--And so did I.
-And what was yours?
--That dreamers often lie.


10. You guys are brothers?
--Well, it's a long story...
-My dad boned his mom.
---Okay, it's a short story.


11. -See, the funny thing about that is...
--[interrupting] Hey, look! Tell it to the one-legged man, so he can bump it off down the road.


12. For what it's worth: it's never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There's no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing


13. So the combination is... one, two, three, four, five? That's the stupidest combination I've ever heard in my life! The kind of thing an idiot would have on his luggage!


14. Every ex-player turned coach says that they prefer coaching over playing. Why would they all say that?
--Because they can't play.


15. -What is "tiramisu"?
--You'll find out.
-Well, what is it?
--You'll see!
-Some woman is gonna want me to do it to her and I'm not gonna know what it is!


16. You wear too much eye makeup. My sister wears too much. People think she's a whore.


(Alright the final one is going to be a doozy. Remember, no cheating!!!)

17. I'm begging you, it's really scary here. I've just seen three people shoot up, a bald Chinese lady with no pants on, and there's this old guy outside who wants his bedroom slippers!

Christmas Cards

I didn't check my mail for a long time and when I finally did it was full of Christmas Cards. Mostly family, all telling me how wonderful things were. (I got 6 different cards telling me about my own sister's wedding last summer).

I got in a little bit of a debate with my roommate on whether or not these cards are necessary. It is nice to have an update from people, but at the same time they are EXTREMELY fake.

I mean it's the 5 moments of a year that are added with a family picture that makes everyone look like the Brady's. So, with that said, here is my Christmas Card. These are the major events and what's going on right now:


1. My sister got married. Woot Woot!

2. I went to Africa. Which all that means is that once again, I had a huge experience that was done ALONE. It seems like all of my most important events have taken place with people who live thousands of miles away. Oxford...Summer Road Trip...Freshman year of college...Africa...

3. I work 2 jobs. One works with kids who get in trouble and are forced to sit in silence all day. The other is working with Famous Dave's Employees who determine how much to drink that night based on when they have to wake up the next morning for work. I very much enjoy both of these jobs, however.

4. Friends coming and going. Brad's gone, Zane's back. Jacob's gone, I see more of Tedder. The Texas guys are never here, but Kasey, Tatem, and Dickson are. LJ is gone, but Marion's here. The old basement crew has left (Blake, Zac, Brad, Lewis) but the new basement crew is unreal (Kenny, Jelly, Russell). I'm overjoyed at the friends I have, but miss my old ones very badly.

Come gather 'round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You'll be drenched to the bone.
If your time to you
Is worth savin'
Then you better start swimmin'
Or you'll sink like a stone
FOR THE TIMES THEY ARE A-CHANGIN'

WWII

There's a kid in here who is really into WWII, the Cold War, and all of that kind of stuff. He's a little different and the other kids tell him he's a communist.

He's actually my favorite right now.



Also. This is my new favorite.

Wake-Up Mr. Hubbard...

6:45 is my new wake up time. I apologize advance to Kasey and Zane for they will have to hear my alarm go off every morning at this time.

Yesterday was my second day. I had no kids in trouble. No kids needing to catch up on work. And no kids in my room. Therefore, I sat and did nothing all day. This job is going to be intense. On a plus side, I got to listen to some guster and dispatch in my room because I had no kids.

It's amazing how quickly I can seperate the wheat from the chaff. I've been here 3 days now, and I already know who I'm going to have at some point for in-school suspension.