What it's really about...

Summer session is in full swing and I'm pretty confident that I'll do alright in Government class.
I have an automatic study partner in my wife since we're taking this class together, although I'm starting to realize that her study habits are annoying and totally different than mine.
I'm the type that has to have chaos around me in order to focus. I have to move around...can't sit still...easily distracted, and if it's to quiet, I'm losing my mind. Another thing, I'm paranoid...call it gun shy if you will, but I cannot have people hoover over me like a vulture.
My wife hoovers. She likes contact. She has to be touching me all the time. I love her, but
IT DRIVES ME FRIGGIN NUTS!!!
I hate being touched. It feels like ants crawling inside my skin.
I've always been this way and cannot explain why, but that's the way it is...

So, needless to say, we study in different rooms in order to avoid arguing.

I'm not sure why I went into all of that, but I did.

So, Summer classes have started and we are getting closer to really focusing on getting our staff together during labs for our 75th anniversary edition of The Foghorn.

Excitement builds....

The managing editor (The Hammer) is doing an internship at the local newspaper, so I'm excited for her and the experience she will bring back to our staff.


Now, for what the title of this blog is, "What it's really about",
Somebody brought me a taco from Taqueria Alteño.
It was a potato, egg and bacon taco. (Papas, juevos con tocino) on a flour tortilla.
I was pretty happy about getting said taco, considering I just had an interesting conversation about what diabetics should not be eating. ( Potatos, eggs, bacon and flour tortillas are definite no-nos)
Needless to say, I was happy about it because, free food is always the best food, regardles if it is good for you or not. (Note: Krispy Kreame is giving away free donuts)
So I opened it up and lo-and-behold, the tortilla looked like it had been assaulted by Mike Tyson. (I realize the timing of the Tyson comment is a little bad considering his daughter just passed, but what other reference could I use: The tortilla looked like it's ear had just been bitten off.)
3/4 of the tortilla was intact and the other 1/4 had fallen off to the side.
The bacon was hanging off looking like it had swine flu; depressed and out of energy.
The potatos were pale.
The eggs were dry.
My excitement was drained...and I was left to ask myself, "Is free food really the best food?"
Yesterday, the college gave away free hot dogs. It was a very generous act of kindness from a school that really looks out for its students. They started at noon and ended at 4p.m.
At 5:00, I was walking out and told that there are still plenty of dogs left to take home.
I grabbed a few, because free is good, not thinking about potential consequence from eating food that has been sitting out for five hours.
Consequence came this morning...Immodium came right after.

So, what is it really about?
I don't know...
I'm just a college student trying to figure it out like the rest of the world...
BUT !!!
Somebody once said, if you want to be great at something, keep doing it.
Baseball players are not born great.
Football players are not born great.
Photographers are not born great.
Writers are not born great.
They all practice and fail and practice and fail and practice and fail until failure is no longer an option and they start getting good at it.
Then they keep practicing until they are great...but do they stop at greatness?


Nope, they just keep practicing.
Maybe, that's what it's all about...
Now if you can tie all that in with the free taco, then you are beyond great and can now stop practicing.