What I Carry With Me

Different Size Bags fill my room. Hanging on hooks on the wall of my bedroom different colors, textures, and sizes await to be picked for the day. Depending on whether I have class, if I'm going to the gym, how long I'm going to be away from home, how heavy the things I need are, how fragile, all these things determine which bag I use. Each bag has in it ready to go, chap stick, Kleenex, Ibuprofen, and pens. I place bags inside my bag. Gym bag, lunch bag, bag for my gym bag. At the gym this morning two women were talking about Hillary's comments after the State of the Union and how they wanted so bad to support her but then she made a comment that sent them over the edge. Something about Cheney shooting "some guy" in the face. They were upset because Hillary called him, "some guy" so they no longer support her. I wasn't quite sure what to make of this. Clearly Hillary could have used better terminology but to no longer support her because of that is a bit bizarre for me. I could understand not supporting her because of the baggage she brings with her but sometimes I think people just choose to like a candidate based upon really mundane things like their tie choices or what their voice sounds like......and yes, i know people who support Obama because they like his ties, and another who really likes the sound of McCain's voice. This gives me great fear come election time. It also makes me wonder what people found to possibly like about Bush because he has neither good ties or a nice voice. It's the last time for a Bush State of the Union it really is fantastic how all things come to an end.

First blog

sitting in the classroom, with everyone watching