All things are difficult before they are easy” Thomas Fuller
“Do the thing you fear to do and keep on doing it…that is the quickest and surest way ever yet discovered to conquer fear”------ Dale Carnegie
“Come to the edge, He Said.
They said, We are afraid.
Come to the edge, He said
They Came
He pushed them….and they flew.”------- Gulliaume Apollinarie
“Final Thoughts”
The FINALS DAYS off college on Tuckers world come to and end today. At the wee hour of 8 A.M. I finished had my last final EVER. It was strange being on the road at the hour when cars still had headlights on and the sun wasn’t quite up yet. 2 years ago I was walking on the same campus for my orientation. It was just as brisk and early that day. I left that campus kind of the same way I entered it walking in the cold not knowing what to expect the next couple of years.
I left the campus for the last time perhaps until I walk in May. More students will fill in my place, and no one will notice. Other parking spot sharks will devour my spot. The insanely hot girls will walk around in their tight, tight jeans with some one else ogling them from afar. Hmmm..perhaps I have to tone this down now that females other than Jenna read this! Or some I am told.
Well now I have to go out to the cold hard cruel world full of featherless chickens, and gay sheep. A world where someone nicknamed Lima Beanz can coach wrestling. Armed with a $ 60 thousand piece of paper and a hand full of references the time to hunt for a job that doesn’t involve the words scratch and dented has begun. I will have to frantically knock on doors and yell, because of the horrible job market. It might sound like German when I yell though since I have not pinpointed exactly what I want to do with my energy yet.
I applied online for a model scout a few months ago. You basically look at hot girls all day long. But to get an interview you have to answer questions online about modeling. They were multiple choice and seemed easy. I guess my dream is dead. Maybe I can sweep the parking lot like Ryan used to at Laurel Hill Plaza. Seriously, I am leaning towards inside sales, promotions, marketing, or maybe even public relations. Hmm..what did I do with that Graduate Student packet?
Some people never went to college, and I never went away to college. I am glad I did go though. I met a lot of cool people at CCC and Rowan. I did talk to people and realized how even though most of us come from different backgrounds and have different social lives we are all pretty much the same in some aspects. I just enjoyed Bullsh**ing with various other students about anything under the sun really. I actually learn some things while in the classroom too. I even dating a few Rowan girls. Okay so most of them went no where.
I spent two and a half years at CCC, and actually started there with four friends. I was the only one who stuck it out go get a degree from Blackwood U. I found some of the basic courses at Rowan a lot easier than the ones at CCC. Professors at Rowan (at least in my non-major classes) frequently cancelled class or let us go early. Which is not so much a bad thing until you realize they get paid for that and you paid them for not teaching you. Maybe Rob Arter is on to something perusing that field.
My whole life has consisted of me sitting at a desk in a learning atmosphere. 18.5 years of my barely 23 years of existence I have been labeled a STUDENT. Most of the time when your young say how you cant wait to be a grown up. Now I wonder why anyone says that. I think it would work better if we started out as old men and got younger and younger, wouldn’t be a better deal to spend your golden years playing tag? Being a student had just become routine and I sometimes it would amaze me I was still taking classes. Now that is no longer the case. Time to start asking myself the hard questions instead of some professor.
Yeah I know the blog has been just all about ME ME ME during this mini-series. It will revert back to the usual mixed bag of topics soon enough and trust me there are various current events I want to address. But I am sure some of the stuff I am going through people can relate too, and writing about some of the old times even had me laughing. I am excited, confused, kinda sad, really happy, ready to move on, and wondering how the heck 4.5 years went by that fast.
Okay Real World here I am. Keith Edward Hughes!!!! (aka Tucker) Please be gentle!
Thursday, December 19, 2002
Monday, December 16, 2002
“First you jump off the cliff and you build your wings on the way down”-------Ray Bradbury
Time is growing shorter and shorter until the end of my career as a student. The time to try to find a away out of the Sears Outlet for good has arrived. However, tonight I had a nice dinner made for me by a friend in a class a few semesters back. After wards I got see a dry run of a puppet show she had to do for her puppetry class (don’t ask) . Pretty sweet deal for my last weekend night as a student.
Well I was thinking as I left the Rowan Campus tonight about some of my greatest Rowan moments. So lets us continue the FINAL DAYS of COLLEGE on Tucker's World.
“Moments in Time”
I got ridiculously drunk at a sorority house that Ryan brings the crew and me to. I was not even a Rowan student at the time, but I certainly gave them a warning that I was on the way. Over the course of the night I managed to smash part of a birthday cake, knock a picture off a wall, trip over a broken clothes rack clunking my head on a doorknob, and almost killed a bird.
Before you get all offended let me plead my case. My friends were all in the van waiting for me to rejoin them after I took a last minute potty stop. I was extremely intoxicated and for some reason no one bothered to safely escort me to the van. I went looking for my friends and saw them through the screened in porch. Wanting to save time (and avoid more destruction) I used the patio as a shortcut. However I was in no condition to get the complicated door open. While messing with the door I toppled over a birdcage, and down when the cage bird and all hurling towards the floor.
I watched in drunken horror as the light glistened of the falling cage, and the sound over changing thin metal mixed with squawking and feather flapping. A lame attempt to play it off ( it didn’t work judging by a girl screaming) was followed by a failed attempt to erect the cage and put the bird food that had spilled all over the floor back into the cage. Seeing as were I didn’t have the cage upright the food kept spilling out, and I kept sweeping it back in repeatedly. This Charlie Chaplin like whacky routine was put to and end when Rob Arter ( I miss him so much) came in and put his hand on my shoulder and shook his head. He helped my drunk ass get out of there. The bird died 3 months later. I clam no responsibility for his death.
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Another time we had a party in the same sorority house to go to. The crew grew bored of the party and frustrated with only fat chicks living there so they turned to destruction. The revolt was lead by Dan K. who usually encourages senseless acts of destruction and mayhem. He started it off by intentally smashing a vodka bottle on the floor leaving shattered glass and booze for someone else to clean up.
The destruction didn’t stop there. Holes were punched in the screened in porch for no reason, cereal boxes were punched open, the fridge was kicked several times, credit card bills were torn to bits, a sweat shirt was stolen (but lima beanz’s brother who was covered in jello) a cordless phone was stolen and smashed in the street. The night almost got out of hand when a drunken ryan picked up a piece of pile wood full of nails looking for something to make contact with. Oddly enough, Dan K. stopped him
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Yet another story involved just me and that stupid house. It was the end of my Public Relations Planning class, a really intense course for the major. During the semester, your group is to put an actual plan and present it to a real client. Anyway the last night when the final product had to be completed I figured since my portion of the plan had been finished I could just stay home and didn’t bother to contact anyone in my group. So I sit around on the couch like a slug while my group hurries to meet the deadline the which is the next day. I innocently sign on line to check my email before I go to bed, and am bombarded with angry IMS from group members.I think they tired to send me a virus. I finally make the drive out to the house (where ironically a girl in my group had lived at during the other two stories before I knew her) and let me tell you….you don’t want 6 girls angry at you at the same time. Being the only guy in the group was hell at times, but this was hell at its worse. I honestly thought they were going to murder me. Luckily I charmed them all into liking me again.
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Last year I spent many a night at MainStreet Bar with other public relations students getting intoxicated. Luckily one time I was up there I met this girl who I became friends with who lived on campus. This allowed me to get drunk and have a place to crash. The nights up there were great some of the most fun I had in the 2 years I went there were at the dive bar (although horrible when I brought anyone from my area). Hot girls. drunken friends doing karaoke. Anyway, this girl that lived on campus was quite friendly if you know what I mean.
So the first night I got back to her apartment to stay over I thought for sure I was going to get ..uh something. BUt I managed to have her sleep on my arm when she passed out. I just laid there and stared at the ceiling which was spinning at the time.
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Another time at Mainstreet a female friend of mine went into the mens room cause the line was shorter….it was pretty whacky I guess you had to be there. Another time at Mainstreet I met a hot girl that looked like one of the Olsen twins (the hot one). She bumped and grinded on me, eventually I bought her a drink, than she vanished. I think she lost a bet or something. All I know is I was a sucker that night! Hmm.. there was the time I mistook this really hot chick I talked to on campus for another really hot chick I knew on campus and talked to her as if she was the other. She must think I am a lunatic now. Oh yeah, and I almost could have been expelled when someone my group project plagiarized his part of the paper (unbeknownst to me)…allegedly.
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I also loved going to see Ryan’s grandparents who lived a few miles away from Campus on the short lived Ryan Mondays. It was cool, because it was my first semester and I didn’t really have any friends on campus yet. Plus his grandparents are cool as hell and would always feed me.
Just the concept of hot ass girls sitting all around me ( I took lots PR and pysch. Classes there which are always girl heavy) while I chill in class. This one chick that sat in front of me would always were a low cut pair of jeans and a thong. I will think of these things when I am navigating through Monster.com for a job.
Time is growing shorter and shorter until the end of my career as a student. The time to try to find a away out of the Sears Outlet for good has arrived. However, tonight I had a nice dinner made for me by a friend in a class a few semesters back. After wards I got see a dry run of a puppet show she had to do for her puppetry class (don’t ask) . Pretty sweet deal for my last weekend night as a student.
Well I was thinking as I left the Rowan Campus tonight about some of my greatest Rowan moments. So lets us continue the FINAL DAYS of COLLEGE on Tucker's World.
“Moments in Time”
I got ridiculously drunk at a sorority house that Ryan brings the crew and me to. I was not even a Rowan student at the time, but I certainly gave them a warning that I was on the way. Over the course of the night I managed to smash part of a birthday cake, knock a picture off a wall, trip over a broken clothes rack clunking my head on a doorknob, and almost killed a bird.
Before you get all offended let me plead my case. My friends were all in the van waiting for me to rejoin them after I took a last minute potty stop. I was extremely intoxicated and for some reason no one bothered to safely escort me to the van. I went looking for my friends and saw them through the screened in porch. Wanting to save time (and avoid more destruction) I used the patio as a shortcut. However I was in no condition to get the complicated door open. While messing with the door I toppled over a birdcage, and down when the cage bird and all hurling towards the floor.
I watched in drunken horror as the light glistened of the falling cage, and the sound over changing thin metal mixed with squawking and feather flapping. A lame attempt to play it off ( it didn’t work judging by a girl screaming) was followed by a failed attempt to erect the cage and put the bird food that had spilled all over the floor back into the cage. Seeing as were I didn’t have the cage upright the food kept spilling out, and I kept sweeping it back in repeatedly. This Charlie Chaplin like whacky routine was put to and end when Rob Arter ( I miss him so much) came in and put his hand on my shoulder and shook his head. He helped my drunk ass get out of there. The bird died 3 months later. I clam no responsibility for his death.
###
Another time we had a party in the same sorority house to go to. The crew grew bored of the party and frustrated with only fat chicks living there so they turned to destruction. The revolt was lead by Dan K. who usually encourages senseless acts of destruction and mayhem. He started it off by intentally smashing a vodka bottle on the floor leaving shattered glass and booze for someone else to clean up.
The destruction didn’t stop there. Holes were punched in the screened in porch for no reason, cereal boxes were punched open, the fridge was kicked several times, credit card bills were torn to bits, a sweat shirt was stolen (but lima beanz’s brother who was covered in jello) a cordless phone was stolen and smashed in the street. The night almost got out of hand when a drunken ryan picked up a piece of pile wood full of nails looking for something to make contact with. Oddly enough, Dan K. stopped him
####
Yet another story involved just me and that stupid house. It was the end of my Public Relations Planning class, a really intense course for the major. During the semester, your group is to put an actual plan and present it to a real client. Anyway the last night when the final product had to be completed I figured since my portion of the plan had been finished I could just stay home and didn’t bother to contact anyone in my group. So I sit around on the couch like a slug while my group hurries to meet the deadline the which is the next day. I innocently sign on line to check my email before I go to bed, and am bombarded with angry IMS from group members.I think they tired to send me a virus. I finally make the drive out to the house (where ironically a girl in my group had lived at during the other two stories before I knew her) and let me tell you….you don’t want 6 girls angry at you at the same time. Being the only guy in the group was hell at times, but this was hell at its worse. I honestly thought they were going to murder me. Luckily I charmed them all into liking me again.
###
Last year I spent many a night at MainStreet Bar with other public relations students getting intoxicated. Luckily one time I was up there I met this girl who I became friends with who lived on campus. This allowed me to get drunk and have a place to crash. The nights up there were great some of the most fun I had in the 2 years I went there were at the dive bar (although horrible when I brought anyone from my area). Hot girls. drunken friends doing karaoke. Anyway, this girl that lived on campus was quite friendly if you know what I mean.
So the first night I got back to her apartment to stay over I thought for sure I was going to get ..uh something. BUt I managed to have her sleep on my arm when she passed out. I just laid there and stared at the ceiling which was spinning at the time.
###
Another time at Mainstreet a female friend of mine went into the mens room cause the line was shorter….it was pretty whacky I guess you had to be there. Another time at Mainstreet I met a hot girl that looked like one of the Olsen twins (the hot one). She bumped and grinded on me, eventually I bought her a drink, than she vanished. I think she lost a bet or something. All I know is I was a sucker that night! Hmm.. there was the time I mistook this really hot chick I talked to on campus for another really hot chick I knew on campus and talked to her as if she was the other. She must think I am a lunatic now. Oh yeah, and I almost could have been expelled when someone my group project plagiarized his part of the paper (unbeknownst to me)…allegedly.
####
I also loved going to see Ryan’s grandparents who lived a few miles away from Campus on the short lived Ryan Mondays. It was cool, because it was my first semester and I didn’t really have any friends on campus yet. Plus his grandparents are cool as hell and would always feed me.
Just the concept of hot ass girls sitting all around me ( I took lots PR and pysch. Classes there which are always girl heavy) while I chill in class. This one chick that sat in front of me would always were a low cut pair of jeans and a thong. I will think of these things when I am navigating through Monster.com for a job.
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