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Sleep. A neccessity to the human body to restore energy and strength and reguvinates the mind, body, and soul! We knew that since pre-school when we had our nap times and would wake up to have reccess. But now that we are in college, we get less of that day by day. In pre-school, all we had to worry about was knowing our numbers and ABC's. Now, we have to worry about fallacies in an argument and business calculations. The homework we received takes about 3 hours per class! Just doing this blog alone is taking about 30 minutes and I have 2-3 more to type!! In philosophy, it took me an hour or two for an exercise that only had 10 questions. Not to mention working at Wal-Mart as a part-timer but working full-time hours doesn't give me enough time. My schedule consists of waking up and going to class, going to work at 3pm and getting off at 12am. Then once i return home, i work on my homework until 3am before I'm knocked out on my bed with bed books surrounding me as if I'm in a library. Then waking up to my set alarm and starting my day over in the same way. I only get 5 hours of sleep a day and that's IF I'm lucking. Unfortunately, I'm not the only sucker stuck in this hectic schedule. I know a girl who works full-time, goes to school full-time and has two kids!! That's what I call a soldier. But those who on ly goes to school and don't work have all the free time in the world, and indeed I am jealous. But it goes to show you that everyone's life is different. Some people work very hard to get where they are, and some people don't have to do that much. So which one are you?

I wonder.....

I wonder if anyone would aree with me that school is very stressful and can be a conflict with your personal life. I mean studying, making it to class on time, homework, collaborating with your collegues, writing 10 page essays, and preparing yourself for a philosophy test. Then on top of that you have a 9 to 5 job that can take away your free time and study time but you can't quit because you need the money to pay off your tuition and to put food in your refrigerator and clothes on your back. And then stress builds up because your mom had a nervous break down because she can't pay rent so you help with the money you earned... only making it difficlt on yourself. But things can't get any worse when you find out a family member dies. All this making it harder for you to focus in school. You can't focus because you're financially struggling, your mother's struggles stress you even more, and on top of that the pain in your heart from your relative's death can't help you concentrate. So do you think most teachers would understand all of your problems and give you a week to catch up? nope. i doubt it. Most teachers would say "everyone goes through it" but there are a very few that will actually sit down with you and listen to what you have to say... they may even be your shoulder to cry on if you need it. The big question is.... I wonder which teacher on the CSUSB campus is willing to listen and participate?

marijuana's going to be legal!?!?!?!

yes, indeed the dream of weed smokers is finally coming true. Assemblyman Tom Ammiano proposed this law saying that if marijuana is legalized and taxed, it would bring in about $1 billion. Could that be possible? I think so for the fact that so many people smoke illegally or get caught by the police with POUNDS of the cannabis. I only wonder once the economy is stable again will they make marijuana illegal again... How does President Obama feel about this? better yet, does he even know yet? I don't think this is a good idea, but many are going for it. (sigh) i only can imagine those who are supporting it. I'm not trying to put it down, i mean to believe r not i do believe that it's going to work... but at what price are they putting it? Are they going to set the price higher than what it was on the streets? Are they only selling little by little?

California Conflict repsonse

wow. Many people would be appalled and upset after reading an article like that and I don't blame them. I mean the author had so much information that all can do is be mad at Skinheads. It must indeed take alot to write suh an article. I wonder if he ever thought that the Skinheads would read this and maybe come after him? i don't know but anything racial or religious I wouldn't want to touch as a journalist. But then again isn't that what a journalist all all about? Taking risks? Well if you ask me, it was a very interesting article that indeed made me think about the communities I've lived in. From California to Virginia to Mississippi and then back to California, I've seen alot that I didn't understand then that I do now. In Virginia there were people that hung out within theor own race. I never paid any attention to it because all my friends were different races. My best friend was Hispanic! Racial problems never bothered me as I was growing up because i guess you can say my mom raised me better then that. I neve knew race was a big issue until i was in middle school, going to Alder Middle School in Fontana. That's when true segregation came in. There would be those token white or Hispanics that hung out with the blacks or visa versa. I fell into the cateogry where i knew eveyone of any race and they knew me. Nothing ever got out of hand until my junior year of high school and we had our first riot since I had been to that school. And reflecting on Davis's "Inland Empire", we indeed a very mixed neighborhood, and I love the fact that we are, but many see it as a demonic environment because since we are racially grouped with blacks and Hispanics overpowering the white community, many are frightened that the I.E. will become some horrific place where drugs and sex will overcome education and innocence (and yes I heard this come from someone's mouth). Are white's really serious about blacks and hispanics making the I.E. a living hell? I wonder if they thought why blacks and hispanics have a reputation of being the hostie ones. I think it's to scare the white people the same way they did them. Blacks want to scare them because of the main reason: Slavery. Hispanics maybe because before anyone stepped foot in California, they were here living on this land. So they're trying to rightfully calim what's theirs. But we will never really know the hidden motives now will we?

A Random Thought In the eyes of a wolf....

I'm not as weird as people think i am... i just like to speak what's on my mind. I mean yes i am open in discussion and i happen to share my opinion and life stories, but that's because i want people to see where i'm coming from as a person and a student. I like my open mindedness. It's a part of me that i have to keep in order to be myself. I see as if you're closed minded, no one will ever get to know the real you. You are showing a false representation of yourself and not being true to your character. I love singing, dancing, and poetry. And i want the world to know. I LIKE SINGING AND DANCING AND POETRY!!!!!!! (ahhh.... that felt better) but i think that's what everyone needs nowadays...is a good yelling. If you keep it bottled in, it'll erupted one day and not they way you want it to. I think alot of people express their feelings in many different ways, i just hope they're all positive. Like in the reading, "California Conflict", the skinheads expression their hatred to blacks and hispanics by beating them into a pulp out on the street. It's expressive, but not in a positive form. I believe that no one should abused whether it's self-expression or not. Brutality is indeed wrong.
Random thought number two: What's really wrong with love? It is the month of Valentine's Day so i feel like it's a nice time to discuss it. Iwalked by many people who thought Valentine's Day was just waste... and in some way, i kind of agree. I mean, i show affection and love to my boyfriend everyday. Whether it being face-to-face, through texting, or over phone. So why one day out of the whole year, would you want to do exactly that? well ladies and gentlemen, I think Valentine's Day isn't only for couples. It could be for everyone you're in contact with. Friends, family, pets, you name it. Just like Christmas, Christmas joy spreads throughtout everyone, not just within the family. So i think valentine's day is just the same.
Indeed i have random thoughts with random subjects but did any of them make you think? I hope so, because if not, then obviously i'm not doing my job right.

My Home, my city

my city is Fontana, California. A place that not many people would want to be involved in. But i spend my whole life there, and it's not bad once you realize the good parts oppose to the bad. Fontana has tons of parks, with green grass and little children running and laughing with joy. It's basically a city that rarely sleeps because there's always commotion about. Whether it's the Fontana Parade or just the a heated argument between a couple across the street. Many would look at the dirt patches and potholes and say what a city! But in reality, Fontana is still growing. I look around now and see the different stores being built and recreation centers, from rialto all the way down to rancho cucamonga on foothill blvd. I always believed that these buidlings were here when my mother was child, but she when i told her that, she laughed and said, "When i was a little girl, fontana used to be nothing but dirt. All of this," pointing at the buildings as we drove by them, "used to be nothing but dirt and tumbleweeds. They sure did upgrade this place..." That simple comment made me believe that the Brunswick Bowling Alley across the way from our only Wal-Mart on foothill and mango wasn't always there during my 18 years of living. From the sprayed art on the side of a pet store that many would called grafftti to the well-known club royal apartments. My city may not be the best place right now, but that's because she's still growing.

I am from the gusty winds,
from fashion statements and updated shoes.
I am from the gossip around town.
(Snickering, giggling,
suspicious eyes falshings back and forth.)
I am from the busy streets,
the 8-mile walk
from school to home on our 2-10's.
Memories I encounter as I pass by.

I am from Miguel burritos and Kanye glasses
from Dhahran and Michelle
I am from the "fast-lane"
and name-calling
from the "he said" and "she said".
I am from the poems of pain
with experience of life
and what hasn't yet occurred

I'm from Maple Hill and the E.Q. of 6.6
BBQ'd steak and sweet corn
from the souls that walks the streets
of my dear friends
the pain my mother bares
while she's home.

Inside my closet was a shoe box,
revealing memorable pictures
and items irreplaceable,
to drift inside my precious dreams.
I am from THAT certain reality--
let loose before I finished gorwing,
sailing away from what I know best.