Forget You - Campaign Zoo

My Guest Editorial in the KCC Bruin

Spring is theoretically here (nothing about the weather in Michigan is guaranteed), and with the melting snow comes one bad thing: the garbage is now visible. While nothing can be done about the goose fewmets, the human discards are an indication of slothfulness and an abominable lack of respect.

In spite of being declared a non-smoking campus, the cigarette butts are everywhere. Apparently some people think they are hiding their discards by tossing the tan filters into the landscaping, among the rocks and wood chips. This is not camouflage! And this just encourages others to throw away their litter wherever they want. There are trash cans all over the campus… follow the trails of cigarette butts and personal litter to find one! The most irritating litter is what is found NEAR the trash cans. Someone disposed of a bright green dental-floss pick, on the ground, not fourteen inches away from the trash can outside the Davidson building. Seriously, you couldn’t take that extra step and put it IN the trashcan? (I’m not picking it up, because I don’t know whose mouth it has been in!)

In one brief walk across campus, from the Binda Theater to the Davidson building, I saw (and properly disposed of) one cupcake wrapper, one coffee cup, one broken pen, and a broken keychain. I did NOT pick up the innumerable cigarette butts. I also did not contribute mine to the collection; it is simple to make sure the cigarette is stubbed out completely and stick it back into the cigarette package to dispose of in an ashtray later.

Take a walk sometime, and see how many cigarette butts YOU can count on this non-smoking campus. Then get a list of approved smoking locations from the security desk, and if you smoke, USE IT. If you don’t smoke, share it with someone who does. Tossing a non-biodegradable filter is just plain lazy and rude. Show some respect for other students, for Mother Nature, and for the campus. This is an institution of learning, so learn how to dispose of your litter in a safe way!

 

Lyn is a dirt-worshipping tree-hugger Child of Earth with asthma, whose grandma died of emphysema. Cigarettes are her pet peeve.

Dang Nab it....

I did what I said I wouldn't ever do again.

I've fallen in love.
Gods help me!

Happy new year FWIW

Happy birthday to my spirit sister, Bonnie Dunks (Jan 1) and to my mum, Phillis Moyer (Jan 2)…

Got to spend my birthday (Dec 30) and the end of 2012 with two of my favorite people, Diana and Oscar Troldahl; which kept me from admitting myself to the psych ward for the week! I got back to Battle Creek in time to join my honey Jeff for a New Years Eve party at his cousin’s house… yes, that’s right, me at a party with lots of people that I don’t know. Thanks to his being a sweetie and staying by my side 99% of the time (I went to the bathroom alone, thank you), I actually managed to avoid 99% of my expected panic attacks. 

Started to flip a couple of times, but it wasn’t noticeable to anyone else (and not just because it was New Years Eve and alcohol was flowing freely). Guess I am getting better at hiding them… I got to kiss my sweetie at midnight, and managed to only cry for a minute over the losses of 2012 (which should have been a ten-hour crying jag, to do it justice). And I even managed to hide that from everyone! Or at least no one said anything, if they did notice…

I suggested that my New Year resolution be to stop telling him that I love him every five minutes, but he said no, I didn’t need to do that. Which I thought was awfully sweet of him; I know sometimes it bothers him how much I care about him because he just isn’t used to it…

UPDATE ON GRADES: I got an A in both literature classes and a B+ in my English 152 class. The B+ was two points short of an A-… the pain, the agony!!!

WOW I AM ACTUALLY WRITING AGAIN?

12:14:12-- Yes, I am writing again. In fact, at this moment I *should* be writing my last three essays for this semester. But haven’t started the new meds yet, and the old meds never have worked, so can’t focus on the important stuff like literature and English. As long as everything is done and turned in by Monday, on time, it’s all good… so can only hope that somehow during the next two days, without proper meds, I will be able to pull my head out of my elbow (being polite here, for once, enjoy it while it lasts)—and get those thirteen to sixteen pages composed to my satisfaction. Not just written, mind you: but written TO MY SATISFACTION. Now *that’s* asking for a frigging Christmas miracle!

2011: The Odyssey Begins

My year has started out on a roller coaster. The good part: I was told today that someone misses seeing my articles in the paper, that he enjoys my writing style. I cannot begin to express how much that meant to me...

The bad part: still waiting on the okay for my financial aid to go back to college. And today found out that my state aid income will be non-existent for three months... so my only income will be from the writing (which there isn't much being done, unfortunately) and the occasional sale of the odd knit or crochet item...

Concentrating on the good part.

The Things We Take For Granted