Influential Literature

In a large emerging nation such as the U.S. in the 1800's, communication is key to advancement, and the United States did a satisfactory job of this. Prior to the American revolution paper such as the ones that appear in The Federalist and Common Sense convinced a nation to go to war with a few eloquent words. And now in the textbook we are learning about influential blacks wrote books (Uncle Tom's Cabin) and supported papers (The Liberator), to promote the abolition of slavery, and look where we are today? I love that some words on a piece of paper are capable of spreading such important messages.

Cotton

It surprises me that two parts of a previously identical country can become so drastically different through pure geography. The South had all the fertile land that could handle the brutal business of cotton growing, but both the North and the South benefited greatly from the industry. Even such a commonplace thing as tariffs will get entirely different responses from either end of the United States. The North would welcome a tariff with open arms as it would slow competition for manufactured goods and improve their sales noticeably. Meanwhile the South would hate the idea as now they have to buy their goods from their newly empowered northern neighbors with higher prices everywhere they turn.

Fascinating Old Things

I used to hate history, looking at it as useless dates and names memorized to fill up brain space, but my views have changed. Now that I actually put effort into figuring out how the political parties bind together, and how this war is the firewood for the the next, it all starts coming together for me and I suddenly find the subject fascinating.

The Cycle Never Ends.

History. Shouldn't we learn through the mistakes of others? Apparently it doesn't work that way, history just keeps on repeating itself. Especially in the economy, what about bad credit do people not get? The same things keep happening over and over again with the intense inflation of American currency; one time in 1837, which very closely resembles the one going on today in the United States of AMerica

The Early Bird gets the Worm

Staying up into the wee hours of the morning typing up late papers and trying to finish cramming for the test tomorrow is close to torture, I really wish I could be a morning person. Waking up with hours to spare before heading off to work/school is the key to getting tings done, without stress and without fail. The problem is the feeling I get when the sun has not even thought about getting up yet, and my covers are 20 degrees warmer than the rest of my room. Why would I want to trade this blissful situation for a painfully long essay due in 2 hours? But i want to so bad. I started! I have managed to rip myself from my bed before the clock hits 6 for the past 3 school days, and drag myself to the pool, early morning lap swim before English 101, what up??

TV

I don't really know what's wrong with me, I watch an obscene amount of television, isn't this supposed to be kind of hard for someone how does not own a tv? Not for me apparently, my laptop is just as evil a machine. It's noon and I just walked in the door to my bedroom and am headed straight for the laptop under my bed with nothing but that term paper in my mind. You would think the first thing I did was open word and start with my heading and plow right through that bare-bones outline i scraped out, but no. It's almost 5 now and I am no where near done with this paper. Modern Family, CSI, Gossip Girl and How I Met Your Mother all had to come first.

I Will Never Have a Baby

Every time I try to do something that others might label as stupid or reckless my souvenir/injury always ends up on my stomach. This last summer I jumped off the abandoned portion of the 520 bridge, as it has become somewhat of a tradition over the past few years. This time I decided to be especially intelligent and decided it would be a great idea to hold hands with my friend as we jumped off a highway bridge, and surprise surprise it didn't end too well..I ended up entering the water belly-first and 2 days later had a beautiful abstract art piece on my stomach, full of purples and blues. A few days ago i slid down the steepest hill in seattle, freshly catapulted from my tiny sled. My giant ski coat decided to slide up this time out of all and my stomach met ice. Yeah, it hurt.