sex

I just finished reading "Why Women Have Sex." I am in a bit of shock right now. First of all, I am surprised we could read this for our english class. This was very brave of Mrs. Jin. I can't wait to see what the students instructing the class have to say about this tomorrow. This article was very entertaining. The author seemed very down to earth and explained things in a simple form. I was not very surprised at the information presented. My estimates of the statistics provided were close. I had always wondered that same question, but I never had the courage to bring the topic up. I did not want to put anyone at unease. It is amazing how sex is universal. The stats were only derived from certain location, I woner if they would be completely different if they included the entire world. Women have sex for physical, emotional, and material reasons. Dopamine is sort of the happy drug your body realeases. That is another reason why people have sex, to feel good. Of course, there are those people who do it because of love. Whatever the reason, people of all ages have sex. I wonder what ever happened to promoting abstinence. Instead, more research is done and more questions about sex are being answered.

Psych exam

My first Psychology test was on Monday, September 21. I always suffered from test anxiety. It is something completely normal, but I always manage to freak out even more. To make things worse, i was so cought up with my social life that i completely forgot i had an upcoming exam. The Sunday before the exam, I went to a concert in Conyers. I had so much fun with friends and family. That night, I came home and looked at my calender, to my surprise, I realized i had a test the next day! I quickly began to cram in as much information as possible. I only stayed up until midnight because I knew i had to sleep to recall as much information as possible. The next day. it only took me about 30 minutes to finish my exam. I looked around the room and more than half of the class was still there. I was a little worried i might have rushed a little too much.

This week i found out i got an 88 on my exam. That was not too bad for a cram all in one night type exam. I learned my lesson. Study a few minutes each night so the last one before the exam will not be so intense!

Salsita Night

Salsita Night was held on September 19th in The student center. The fun night was from 7-11. It was continued until after midnight at Papito's restaura. Salsita night was brought together by LASA, Latin American Student Association. Salsita night was basically a kickoff to celebrate Hispanic Heritage Month. We had the honor to have Afri salsa as a special guest. Afri- salsa is a group that promotes rhythm, salsa in particular. They give background information on where dances originated, then they demonstrate the dace. They were very interactive with the crowd and very entertaining. I had a blast socializing and dancing !!

give to the poor or the fake?

Today my friend, Rafel, came to visit from Conyers. We walked to Underground Atlanta to grab a bite to eat. On our way, a man in a wheelchair called out to us. I hesitated but picked up my walking pace. Rafel looked back and stopped. I looked at him, confused. "What are you doing?" I asked. "I have to give him something," he replied. I could not believe my ears. He reached deep in to his pocket and pulled out a five-dollar bill. I knew he had a big heart, but I also knew many people faked being ill or in need.

During lunch, we had a long talk about his kind gesture. I came to a conclusion, that we are no one to judge. Our only mission in life is to love God and each other. Even if someone is faking an illness just to get money, it is not our fault. God will see the generous deeds and take care of the people who have tricked you. There really is no way to make sure a homeless person is lying or not. Even though you might give money to a faker, what if a person really is in need? The warm feeling when you do something nice will stay with you forever. Knowing you helped someone helps you feel empowered and that's how the world starts to change, one person at a time.

crazy EX

My roommate, ?, gave me her consent to give a brief overview of a scare that occurred about two weeks ago. I have decided not to use her name, just a simple ?, because it is a very personal experience. The only reason I am posting this is to inform everyone that we all have choices.

Everyone was home. The stereo was so loud, so no one heard the knocking on the door except for me. Eager to see who it was, since it is impossible to visit someone without an escort in the commons, I poked throughout the eye hole. I was in disbelief and ran to my roommates room. Her jaw dropped, and she ran to get our other roommates. ? 's phone kept ringing every minute. My roommates' panicked face sent a shiver down my spine. We kept asking each other," how did he get in? who let him in?" The commons is a very secure living environment, but somehow, a crazy ex- boyfriend managed to get in. We did not hesitate to call the police. The police took a while to arrive. In the meantime, the knocking turned into kicking and it was accompanied by loud cursing.

The police arrived and escorted the crazy ex- boyfriend out of the building. At first he refused to leave and made a scene. Then he was warned he was better off leaving. After he left, the police interrogated us. To our surprise, we learned of ?'s big secret. The crazy guy had been mentally and physically abusing her. We all let ? know that we were there to support her. The ex is no longer allowed on campus for 2 years. I'm proud of ? for finally breaking loose of chains that kept holding her down.

Ladies never think you are alone if someone is hurting you. Today, there are so many organizations willing to help. Best of all, there are friends everywhere waiting to help in any possible way.

Gentlemen, be kind and gentle. A woman is the most beautiful thing created. Be respectful and let us show you our true and vibrant colors.

Where to Find Hotties on Campus

The first week of school, I did not see a single hottie. I never lost hope that as time went on, I would be able to find at least a few. My friends and I are on a mission. We are determined to seek out the creme de la creme. I participated in a mentor program, and to my surprise, my mentor was a total hottie. His toned body left me speechless. His pearly whites glistened and sparkled. As he introduced himself, he also earned major brownie points. All I remember hearing was...," I am president of blah blah blah, I am member of blah club as well a blahblahblah. " That sounded over qualified to be my hottie. You can never go wrong with brains and beauty.
My friend, Nurain, used a different approach. Friends who know hotties, who know hotties can definitely hook you up. For instance, Nurain was casually talking to some friends at the nearby Rec Center. She happened to announce out loud, " I want to meet some hotties." Her friend replied, " Let's go meet my friends, they are right outside." Nurain did just as he said, with no hesitation. In the end, she had a few laughs and had networked with more than one hottie.
Mission Accomplished...

love sucks

What is love?I wish i knew the answer to that. Sometimes I get frustrated because I have not found Mr. Right. Mom always asks why I am in such a rush to find my Prince Charming. It's not that I am in a hurry, It just seems like I'm not even searching in the right places. I go to the club and doubt every guy i dance with is a good guy. Normally, guys at the club are not looking for a girlfriend, they just want to have a good time. I go to church, and they are all my sister's age. I refuse to date a 15 year old when I am now a college student.
Why can't things be more like in the book/movie, Twilight? Everything always seems to fall into place when you least expected it in this extraordinary novel. Everyone always tells me to be patient and the right guy will come to me. What puzzles me is: how will i know I have found him? Life is just so complicated. Love just makes things better and worse at the same time.

Time After Time

As i walked home from church today, the water lighlty patted down upon my skin. It was a soothing, rythmic pattern. It was as if God had paused the entire world, and all I could hear was the beating of my heart and the flood of thoughts in my head. I know God is all around. And although I was 30 minutes away from my family, I knew not to call them. They were probabally in a hurry to be on time to church. It was my first Sunday all alone in a busy City. I had gone to church as a stranger to everyperson in there except for God. He knows me, and thats all that mattered. I will try to go home every Sunday, because a family that prays together, stays united!
Normally, I am a very happy person, but on this day I felt lonely and homesick. Being independent is fun for a while, but then reality sinks in, and you are back to square one. I worked hard throughout highschool to get to where I am. Although the classes themselves were not always challenging, I still managed to stress myself. I would always help with activities in clubs, church, meals on wheels, taking my siblings to soccer or cheer practice. The list is ongoing. Sunday was the most hectic day out of the entire week! First my dad would ask me pick a tie that matched his shirt. Then my brother would approach me to ask if I could make him breakfast, since everyone else always seemed to be busy. Then, my sister would ask me to find her desired shirt, that was always at the bottom of the clean laundry pile. Finally, Mom would ask me to do her makeup. In addition, she wanted me to rate her outfit and give her the "thumbs up" or thumbs down." I always found this a bit comical. By the time it was my turn to get ready, I would only have about 30 minutes to rush before we left to church.
I miss feeling needed. I miss my family. I miss hearing my name being called out in 4 different directions at the same time. Although I visit them just about every weekend, I now see them less because I work. Unfortunately, life is a cycle. Whether you are prepared or not, life throws challenges your way. I would advise any high school student to enjoy being 17. There are less responsibilties, less homework, less stress, and more family time!

You're a jerk... I know

"Is this a kickboxing class or martial arts?" I asked with a puzzle expression on my face.

The handsome blond quickly replied," kickboxing is a martial art."

His snappy remark made my face match the color of my bubblegum pink nail polish. I tried not to let the green-eyed monster, anger, demolish the excitement that had built up all day long. Right from the start the blond, also known as the instructor, let me know he was not happy with my clueless question. I had waited so long to take the challenging class that I was not letting anyone get in my way.

The class began with two minutes of "invisible" jump roping, 25 jumping jacks, and 15 squat and planks. These simple tasks were combined to create a tiresome warm up. The class was packed and full of energy. The workout picked up its pace and increased its vigor.

I could feel sweat trickling down my forehead and off my lashes. My muscles began to fatigue, and i was breathing heavily. All the kicks and punches opened up a new world to me. I was motivated with the loud music. With Eminem playing in the background, I felt a rush and thrill to just take all my frustrations and worries out on the punching bags.

All of a sudden, the intructor let out a giggle as he watched me attempt the last, difficult kick. I glared at him in disbelief. After prolonged agony, I could not believe he still expected a perfect kick.

I said to the instructor, " You're a jerk!"

He replied," Will I see you next class?"

I said, "Don't be late, I have a meeting to attend in the afternoon."

With a smirk on my face, I gathered my belongings and left. I had a feeling that this was the start to a love-hate friendship.