Graduate Class of 2009.

Yes, yes, crazy I know. As it turns out I will be waking up very early tomorrow morning and heading back to school one last time as an undergraduate student. My days are finally done. College has smacked in the face a few times and I have paid attention, but the years have flown and I don’t even know what to do with myself.

Now, four years later, I can say that I have learned many streets smarts, I have learned some serious book smarts, and I have above all, met some crazy kids who I can say have turned into great friends.

Life as I know it is over after tomorrow. Yes, I do get my graduate dairy queen ice cream cake but it can only last so long. This new phase will not be prolonged. After tomorrow I enter the world as an official big kid in which I become faceless and just another worker trying to make a living.

Have I sounded just slightly depressed yet? Besides the fact that even if I decide to return for a masters and later a docrorate the college experience can never be the same. I have matured. There should be no more ridiculous nights, no more epic stories of drunken adventures, and especially no more partying tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday, saturday. The next time I enter another college classroom I will be only expecting ten tons of work and no play. Its sad but true. Time to face the facts.

Like I said earlier I am workingo n Gears of War 2 achievments and thinking about the last day as an undergraduate as it becomes time to embark into the mists of the future.

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Blood Spatter Lab (Awesome Story)

So this morning, in my blood spatter lab we had two different parts. During the first half of the lab, we had all different wood shapes on a spring board and we had to soak a tiny piece of sponge with blood and then let the spring board snap down onto so we could look at high and low velocity blood flow as well as the blood stain pattern. (This procedure works very much like a mouse trap). Of course nobody wanted to volunteer to go in there and hold the spring board because nobody wanted to get blood on them. Of course we had full body tivex suits on so even if you got blood on you you were covered from head to foot anyway. So we had seven different spring boards and we did that. It was fun and I ended up staying pretty much clean.

After everyone was done with that part we moved on to part two. In this part we had one demonstration where they soaked a regular sized sponge with blood and then someone took a lead pipe to the sponge to see how the blood stain pattern would occur. That went well, another girl in my class performed it. The sponge wasn’t staying on the setup very well which made it hard for her to hit it very hard. We did see some good stain patterns especially from blood flying into the air and then coming back down onto the wall. It makes a much different pattern that way then if it just hits the wall as soon as it shoots up and away from the victim or from this case the sponge.

Next was the final demonstration of the day… this is where I come into play. In this demonstration someone would stand in the locker type set up and they would hold their hand up as if they were a victim fighting for their lives. Brittany is the girl who decided to be the victim. The other person (me) was going to hold a sponge of blood and start punching it right in front of her face to see what it would be like if the person were being beat to death when attacked. She stood there back towards the wall, with her right hand up.

Now to interject into the story, I was wearing a tyvek suit that was a little too short for me. My arms were practically sticking all the way out because the sleeves were so short. Go figure. That always happens to me. So Chase, one of the kids in my class (a very funny individual) says, “Cassey, Let me fix you up so you are completely protected.” We immeditely start laughing, but I allowed him to fix me up.

So he puts paper towels on my arms and starts wrapping it up and duct taping me with bright blue tape. I mean this is hillarious. So I have a completely white, full body tyvex suit on, booties on my shoes, papertowels wrapped around my arms with bright blue tape, a face shield, a hood, and to top it off he tapped a paper towel to the front of the face shield and put a paper towel on my neck. How embarassing. It was so funny. Everyone was laughing so hard at what I looked like and of course they were all taking picures. They get me set up and I’m getting ready to go in there and do some damage when I had a great idea that I should take to the streets in this get up. I should get blood all over me and then just go outside and start screaming O MY, WE’RE ALL INFECTED. ITS NOT QUARNTINED! Everyone loved this idea except my lab instructor who said no. Then Chase had a great idea that I should go over to towers (a dorm that I lived freshman year) and I should go to the brew and gold cafe and just order food like nothing wrong. It was quite comical. We laughed about it for ummm like ten minutes. I probably would have done it to. Everyone said they would follow me around just to see everyone’s reaction. Thanks to Ryan my instructor, it was a no go.

Anyway, I got a little side tracked. Back to the bloody sponge. Ryan puts the sponge in my hand and pours an entire vial of blood onto it. He says okay let me do another one. So he pours another vial of blood onto the sponge. Finally he decides one last vial of blood. By this time it is just dripping down my hand (which I was wearing gloves I forgot to mention that) and when he decides that’s enough he steps back and says have at it.

I turned and just smiled at Brittany. Then I took the sponge, held it infront of her face, and punched it as hard as I could. As soon as I punched it the first time the blood sprayed out between my hands and splashed all over her face mask. Then I continued punching it and my hands were so slippery with blood that the sponge fell onto the floor. So I picked it up and punched it somemore. It was AWESOME. Finally I stepped back to assess the damage. We were both completely covered and that stupid paper towel that insisted I tape on my face probably did some good.

The class was laughing having a good time and they took many more pictures and some people even got a video. Now getting out of this mess was a little bit more complex than setting up for it. It was a double effort for both Brittany and I and taking off our bloodied clothes was difficult but after some soap I was pretty cleaned up. It smelled awful though. ugh. I loved it though. It was sooo fun. Soon I will post pictures. I don’t care how embarrassing it is. I’m easy going.

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Back to School.

Back to school
 Back to school
to prove to Dad that I’m not a fool.
I got my lunch packed up, my boots tied tight,
I hope I don’t get in a fight.
Ohhhh, back to school.
Back to school.
Back to school.
Well, here goes nothing.

      So I guess this is it, from the words of Billy Madison I’m heading back to school for my final semester and it couldn’t feel more terrible. I don’t want to graduate. I mean I really want my diploma but I like  life a student. With the economy going to shit a little more every day what is out there??? Pretty soon not much. Maybe I should stay and get three more degrees? ha. I wish. Unfortunately there’s no money for that and I have to move on. With the influx of jobless people rising rapidly, graduate school is another story from hell as well. Since people can’t seem to find a job or they have lost the job they already had, there is a much higher precent of students trying to get into grad school than ever before. Great. I’m so glad that this is happening in my generation.

     As much as I love college though, I know that I am not ready to stay. I’ve got to go out there into the world and I’ve got to see what I want to do with my life. That way, going back to grad school should be much easier and I will have a better direction as too what I am going to get a master’s in. As for now I have just about three more months to figure out the rest of my life and tell the Navy that they better accept me into the information warfare officer program. Damnit!@# ha.

     With that on my mind I am still relentlessly thinking about the Russian Scholarship program. I will just die if I get it. Maybe literally? That could quite possibly be the best thing that’s ever happened to me at this time in my life and learning Russian is a main priority for me right now. Especially with the growing need for American language translators. But unfortunately I will not find out if its yay or nay until March sometime. Hopefully I don’t go crazy by then because you do realize that’s still two months away?!?

    Anyway, back to the fact that classes started today. I have class at 4:30 which should be interesting. It is the forensic capstone senior class for my major. One of only four classes that I am taking. Wow.

    Let’s just say this time I don’t think I’m going to be racing to get done. At the end I am packing up and leaving all of the memories behind. I can’t believe it. The Real World is coming and I have nowhere to run and hide. I’ll be crossing over. Nomore baby talk, no more hearing the bell on Chrismas day, Life as I know it will soon be at an end. I just can’t tell you if I’m ready for the new beginning just yet…

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Bar Fights are Embarassing

SO for the first time ever, I got kicked out of a bar, which I’m pissed about. I never thought I would be involved in a bar, but apparently its not something you can predict. My friend and I decided we would go out on Thursday night and have some fun, because we can, so we did.

There weren’t many people at the bar we went too because it was Thursday and WVU lost the game in overtime because Pat McCaffey missed the field goal. So we’re just chilling having some beers and G my friend, sees this boy that she knows and he’s with a group of people. We joing thier group and start hanging out with them. They’re all pretty good looking and it was fun.

Soo I’m standing their talking to this one guy when I turn and I see G put up her hands and tell one of the guys we were with to forget about it let’s just go over there. Immediately I’m like ut-oh, not good. And from around G this [Very Ugly] boy pulls back his hand and punches the guy we are with. He immediately grabs G and goes to move her out of the way but couldn’t get her out of the way fast enough and ugly boy punches again, catching her right in the stomach. My jaw dropped and I stepped forward grabbing for her, but missed.

In literally seconds, it became a six on six fight between our guys and ugly boys guys. It was pretty obnoxious and in the whole clutter of everything I lose G and am standing there watching it play out. Minutes later she calls me and says that she got kicked out with three of the boys and they are standing outside waiting for me and the 2 other boys that made up our group. Ridic.

We finsih our drinks [because who can just throw a beer away?] and walk outside looking for them. They are standing at the end of the street making plans to continue the fight. What a BAD IDEA. Is that serious? I would never do that, I hate fighting. G is laughing because she was caught in the middle and we laugh about it together as we start walking back down the street and past the bar we just got kicked out of.

They stop and are looking around to see if they can find ugly guy and his friends but apparently I was the only one to notice the six policemen that were eyeing us up as we waited. Then, the cupid shuffle starts playing and I’m pissed because I like that song and I want to dance. Seriously, I’m just trying to PartAy. So to break the tension I start doing the cupid shuffle out on the street and G joins in with me.

The boys are still stewing but we got them to walk away. The policemen follow us all the way down the road. wow. Never thought that would happen, but it definately did.

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MY first Tailgate!! :)

So, this Saturday is my first official tailgate ever and I’m a senior in college! Why you ask? Why have I never been tailgating and why have I never consumed alcoholic beverages at one of the biggest party schools?? Because I’ve been a member of the band. That’s right, for the past three years I have been a member of the marching band and every game day have been practicing and not drinking because I had other obligations.

This is the first year and I have never been more pumped. Unfortunately my friends are not as thrilled as me. One even said she didn’t care if she got a ticket or not because its the same old thing. REALLY? I’m going to go party with the freshman if that’s how its going to be, because I’m sure they are super excited as well.

I hope everything goes as planned!!

P.S. I’m pissed because I was on a website and it had the worst person in the world for the week on it and under that category was Stephanie Meyers name for the vampire series.

If I see the guy who wrote that I will punch him personally for his ignorant ways. Asshole!

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