Change of Heart

Ok so I think on this post I'm gonna talk about all the good things about Franciscan.
1. It only takes me ten minutes to get there

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"The Village"

Ok so I know I've been slacking but I just really haven't even been in the mood to pay the least attention as to what has been going on up on top of that hill.  I came to a thought this morning that Franciscan could be just like M. Night Shamalan's (or however you spell it) movie "The Village."  They are completely shunned from normal society and the times they do escape, they either run to walmart or some bar which they attack in swarms, almost plague-like in a biblical sense.  So when they do, in fact, escape from the hilltop, they either see A) a bunch of walmarters and everybody knows how most of those people are, especially the late late night shoppers, or B) more frannies cause they travel in packs anywhere else.  They never get a normal taste of reality.  I think it's time I take one under my wings and try to convert them to as normal as I can get them....Let the corruption begin!!!!  Anyways, so I finally went to class today to find that I have a quiz in my theology class, lovely right?  NOT!!!  So I try to study the little notes I have which is just a waste of time due to the fact that I will be dropping that class because my grade is far from salvagable by now, but hey, I still have some dignity....notice I said some, not a lot.  As I'm attempting to study I can't help but to hear everyone else's bickering about this quiz.  One of the frannies even slammed one of his books on the ground cause he didn't put enough emphasis on studying a ceratin thing. Really? It's just a quiz dude.  Nevertheless, my little studying and everyone's bickering was all for nothing because out teacher, "Friar Tuck," was sick and never showed up. Can I get an AMEN?!?!  By all the celebration after some other teacher announced the news to the class you would've thought that Jesus had just signed all of their bibles, and I'm not exaggerating either.  There were high fives, chest bumps, and rejoicing in every square inch of the classroom, aside from my desk and the kid that sits behind me, who is the only normal Franny I have come across.  He sits in the back of the class and doesn't say a word, he is also the only one who outdid my 46 on our first exam with his 43.  Sometimes I wonder what he thinks of everyone up there...think about it, he lives with them!!!  Poor kid!!!  That's enough for today, can't let it all out at once now ;)

GRYFNDR

Weird title I know but wait till I explain a little later on.  So I actually thought I was gonna be extemely upset with my history teacher today seeing that we had a mid-term for it today and I really just can't stand the guy.  The class is Western Civilaztion, except he thinks its "Philosophy of the Catholic Religion". Everyday I sit in there and listen to him relate EVERYTHING to trees, and i mean EVERYTHING!  The very first day of class he asked us "how would you explain a tree to someone who has never seen one and has no previous knowledge of one?"  He then proceeded to answer himself by saying, "well, it's this tall thing with leaves and the trunk is covered with bark."  Hmm, I think I was the only one in the class to realize he's a complete idiot.  If no one knows what a tree is, they definitely have no clue what leaves or a trunk is, at least the trunk he was describing.  Let's pretend I didn't know what a tree was and I go based off his description... I'd have no idea what leaves are so I have no substitute for that, but as for the rest, I have a picture of just the trunk of a car somehow covered with a dog's bark however you want to perceive that.  Yeah, what a great philosophy teacher he would make.  He also tries to crack jokes continuously. I've come to notice that this guy and girl who sit next to me wager everyday how many jokes he makes...today's bet was over or under 13, and suprisingly it was under.  I mean when Frannies are making fun of someone, you know it's bad.  Now on to the GRYFNDR...So I'm walking to my car, which is parked forever away cause I refuse to buy a parking pass (and I got 3 tickets in one week for parking too close without one), and I see "GRYFNDR" as someone's license plate tag, and just for the record, they were from Virginia, not that that matters.  I was loving this.  Tomorrow I'm going to tape a piece of cardboard over it that has SLYTHRN on it, I bet they'll love that :)

I Hate Theology!!!

Now don't get me wrong, I'm a religious person and everything, but what is the purpose of theology?  I'm attending this place to further my education in accounting.  This semester I have 4 classes: macroeconomics, history of western civilization, art appreciation, and foundations of catholicism (theology).  The only class that somewhat helps me out is econ and in all honesty, it's completely irrelevant to my future job.  But out of all these classes, why must i take theology?  If it was a religion class where they actually taught religion, I could live with that, but I do not need to know what kerhygma (no clue how to spell it), the tanak, fides qua, and I could go on forever so I'll stop there.  I got a 40 and my first quiz and just got my first exam back today...46.  At least I upped it 6 percent.  There was also a giant "See Me" stamped across the top of the test, which I obliged after class.  I broke the news to him that I wasn't Catholic, and though the moment I said that, I noticed a disappointed look on his face, he did tell me that he would consider this when giving me my final grade.  Score one for Kody!!!  Only strange site I saw today was the main hallway lined with countless umbrellas on each side, which you may have seen on my facebook.  Tomorrow's post will be very entertaining cause I have a feeling I'm going to dig into my history teacher so be sure to check back!!!

For Meika and Ralph!!

Ok so I assume that most of you that will be reading this know about Franciscan University and all the "Frannies" that inhabit it.  For those of you who don't, be glad you don't, but here's a little window opener for you.  I live near Steubenville, Ohio which a small rundown town right on the Ohio River.  The only thing this place has going for it is Franciscan Univeristy (and, of course, Lancelots which is a just a town over!!!) which I'd say has about 2,000 students give or take a couple hundred.  Now everyone who lives within 20 minutes in any direction knows about the Frannies and how extremely weird they are.  They stand out in normal society like a sore thumb.  For years growing up I saw them walking around the dead shopping mall and occasionally eating at different area restaraunts, but I never expected what I had coming for me when I began taking classes up there this past fall.  Now I always knew they were weird, but I was off by a mile on exactly how weird.  Out of the 2,000 students running around there, I'd say theres about 15-20 normal ones and that may be overshooting it.  My first day up there a kid told the teacher he was Prussian!!!  This is also the same kid who paces the front of the classroom everyday for 5 to 10 minutes continually staring out the window at one side of the room  slowly walking to the other side to play with pencil sharpener.  Oh, I forgot to mention, it's a Catholic school, and I'm not Catholic.  And I must say I have nothing against the Catholic religion whatsoever or anyone that's Catholic, but the ones who go there, think they're better than everyone else.  I honestly think they believe it's a sin not to be Catholic!!  Ok, I've gone on long enough for tonight! I understand this one may be boring, but this is just the beginning, the introductory to my course, Overheard at Franciscan 101, and no one enjoys the first day of class.  But for all of you who have read my facebook statuses, you know there's much more to come ;)