<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189659962357205202</id><updated>2012-02-12T03:46:28.811-08:00</updated><category term='romance'/><category term='dining servies'/><category term='story'/><category term='facebook'/><category term='college experience'/><category term='boyfriend'/><category term='advice'/><category term='ex'/><category term='small town'/><category term='adventures'/><category term='students'/><category term='editorial'/><category term='interseting'/><category term='roommate'/><category term='party'/><category term='college'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='freshman'/><category term='girlfriend'/><category term='teams'/><category term='drinking'/><category term='break up'/><category term='Boston'/><category term='adventure'/><category term='summer'/><category term='alcohol'/><category term='summer job'/><category term='job'/><category term='face book'/><category term='fun story'/><category term='warped tour'/><category term='girls'/><category term='food'/><category term='family'/><category term='sports'/><category term='fun'/><category term='breakup'/><category term='thought'/><category term='dating'/><category term='work'/><category term='drugs'/><category term='college life'/><category term='tennis'/><title type='text'>Philosophical High</title><subtitle type='html'>Philosophical High is an attempt by a  young college student to outline some of the many important life lessons one learns as a young adult.  The purpose of this blog is to entertain readers of all ages by describing some of the more interesting and amusing situations that have arisen in the last year of my life, as well as to make suggestions on how to avoid some of the “mistakes” that one can make as a young adult, or at any age for that matter.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophicalhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189659962357205202/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophicalhigh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ATh0ught355</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350424511492863260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189659962357205202.post-3658470411705283512</id><published>2007-06-26T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T07:52:34.672-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warped tour'/><title type='text'>The 5 Don'ts of Vans Warped Tour</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is summer again, which for a lot of us “emo” kids means it is once again time for &lt;st1:stockticker&gt;VANS&lt;/st1:stockticker&gt; WARPED TOUR!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I have attended Vans Warped Tour for the last three years, twice in and around &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;New   York City&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; and once in &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;New Jersey&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Although each of my Warped Tour experiences were completely amazing, I strongly believe that most of the people attending the event do not have a sufficient knowledge of how to behave in a manner that will not result in serious injury.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, before heading off to the festival with your Coheed and Cambria shirt and Hot Topic jeans, you may want to take a quick look at a few of the things I highly recommend you NOT doing at Vans Warped Tour.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.5in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Don’t Crowd Surf on Pavement&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;Believe me, I learned this one from experience.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I got inspired to crowd surf during Motion City Soundtrack in 2006, and got dropped on the pavement after being thrown about 7 feet in the air.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was lucky that I didn’t hurt myself that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, many people did.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, although you may LOVE crowd surfing, I highly recommend not doing so on any sort of pavement/other hard surface.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The result could be immensely painful.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.5in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Don’t Think You Are Invincible in the Pit&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;Number two means a couple of things.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Firstly, know how big you are.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you’re amazingly skinny like me you really don’t want to start throwing down to Atreyu when you’re surrounded by people that look like they could be an NFL blocker...&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also, even if you’re big and strong don’t think that you can pick fights with anyone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A couple of years ago, I saw a huge guy get his ass kicked at Randall’s &lt;st1:place&gt;Island&lt;/st1:place&gt; after hitting a fairly small looking kid.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, the kid had an awful lot of friends…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyway!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All I’m trying to say is that it pays off to be a little bit smart when you’re in a mosh pit in a crowd of 10,000.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.5in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;3.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Don’t Carry Sharp and/or Expensive Items in Your Pockets&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;This one doesn’t need a whole lot of explanation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Basically, pretend that you are going to participate in a wrestling match.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Would you want to have a plastic fork in your pocket while wrestling?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know that keys are unavoidable, but beyond that I would really try not to have anything sharp in your pocket.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also, even if you don’t mosh there is a chance that you can get pushed over.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thus, I would also recommend not putting anything in your pocket that is particularly fragile and/or valuable.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.5in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;4.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Don’t Disrespect the Weather&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;The three times I’ve gone to Warped Tour it has been VERY hot out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For God’s sake, put some sunscreen on : )&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you don’t, you will have an extremely unpleasant couple of weeks as I did after my first Warped Tour experience…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also, bring plenty of money to buy water.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The last thing you want is to pass out in the middle of an insane crowd listening to New Found Glory because of dehydration.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.5in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;5.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Don’t Forget to Check Out Bands That You Don’t Know : )&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in;"&gt;Since this article has been quite serious, I thought I’d end with a fun don’t : )&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Vans Warped Tour is SUCH an amazing opportunity for you to check out bands that you’ve never heard of as well as see bands that you wouldn’t normally pay to see alone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, instead of sitting around waiting for the next band that you “love” to get started, go check out some of the other groups.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Who knows, you may find your new favorite band this summer : )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189659962357205202-3658470411705283512?l=philosophicalhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophicalhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/3658470411705283512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189659962357205202&amp;postID=3658470411705283512' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189659962357205202/posts/default/3658470411705283512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189659962357205202/posts/default/3658470411705283512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophicalhigh.blogspot.com/2007/06/5-donts-of-vans-warped-tour.html' title='The 5 Don&apos;ts of Vans Warped Tour'/><author><name>ATh0ught355</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350424511492863260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189659962357205202.post-7259834838725121597</id><published>2007-06-20T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T07:34:03.863-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Getting Along With the Folks</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Do you have authority issues with your parents?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Are you sitting in your room right now thinking something along the lines of, “If my parents give me one more order I am going to move out and never come back?” Summer is a time that many young adults associate with having to move back in with the folks for a few months.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Often this abrupt transition between college life and home life can cause a great deal of tension between parents and their children.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After living away from home for half a year the child has probably forgotten what it is like to have to obey parental authority for an extended period of time, and the parents may not realize that their child is now a young adult and deserves to be treated accordingly. Being that I am an only child, which in turn has resulted in receiving constant attention from my parents throughout my childhood and young adulthood, I have devised a number of strategies that I believe have helped me in getting along with my parents.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you use any or all of the three tips below, I’m sure that you will at the very least be able to stay sane this summer.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Make an Effort to Humor Them&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I realize that number one is a little difficult to swallow, but I firmly believe that in order to get anywhere towards coming to a mutual understanding with your parents you first have to respect their orders with a smile on your face, even if it “kills” you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For example, if your mom asks you to clean your room, don’t argue.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Instead, put your pride on hold for half an hour and get the job done.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The benefit of humoring your parents far exceeds the pain associated with the menial task you have to do in order to make your parents happy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After all, if you listen to your parents they will probably be a lot more open to discussing the idea that as an adult you wish to have more freedom at home than you did as a child.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Try to See Things From Their Point of View&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Again, I realize that seeing things from a person’s point of view that is 17-40 years older than you may be a little bit difficult.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, making an effort to see things from your parents’ points of view is an essential step towards strengthening your relationship with the folks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you are able to understand where your parents are coming from you may find their orders easier to accept, and your conversations with them easier to handle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Secondly, by understanding your parents’ points of view you may be able to calmly discuss with them why you argee/disagree with the way they treat you and be able to support your argument using ideas that they are able to understand.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;3.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Do Not Avoid Them&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Although I have no empirical evidence to support this claim, I strongly believe that one of the reasons why young adults in general have strained relations with their parents is because young adults refuse to talk openly and calmly with their parents.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you are a college student that has returned home for the summer, or if you’re a high school student who is tired of being told what to do, do not avoid your parents.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Instead, try to be their friend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Have a few meals together each week.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Go get ice-cream or see a movie with them once in a while.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even if you really can’t stand being with your parents, by becoming their friend you may find that you are able to communicate with them in a calm and easy-going fashion whenever a disagreement arises.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189659962357205202-7259834838725121597?l=philosophicalhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophicalhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/7259834838725121597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189659962357205202&amp;postID=7259834838725121597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189659962357205202/posts/default/7259834838725121597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189659962357205202/posts/default/7259834838725121597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophicalhigh.blogspot.com/2007/06/getting-along-with-folks.html' title='Getting Along With the Folks'/><author><name>ATh0ught355</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350424511492863260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189659962357205202.post-2613811971260779932</id><published>2007-06-15T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T19:58:06.527-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer job'/><title type='text'>3 Ways to Stay Happy During Your Mundane Summer Job</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;3 Ways to Stay Happy During Your Mundane Summer Job&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Do you find yourself facing three months of working at Subway?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Are you mowing ten lawns a day in order to pay for your car insurance?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Do you think that if you have to go to your extremely boring and repetitive summer job one more time you are going to jump off a bridge? (figuratively speaking : ) If you are answering yes to any of these questions I’ve got bad news for you; unless you change the way you go about dealing with your mundane summer job, you are going to have an absolutely miserable summer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, I also have good news for you!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even though my two main summer jobs consist of bussing tables and doing solo landscaping work for my neighbor, I’m quite a happy camper!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This means that you can be a happy camper as well : )&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Below are a few suggestions as to how you may go about making fun of a job that most people would consider to be worse than death.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;BE      HAPPY (and take pride in what you do)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;If you’ve read the title of number one you may think something along the lines of, “Yea, easier said than done, this guy doesn’t know what it feels like to wash dishes for eight hours...” (For your information, I do : )&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, I truly believe that a big reason why so many college students do not enjoy their summer jobs is because they don’t give themselves a change to enjoy them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Instead, most college students find a menial job at the end of second semester, and convince themselves long before starting the job that they will have absolutely no fun while at work.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, instead of going to work tomorrow with a negative attitude, I highly suggest making a genuine effort to take pride in the task you are performing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also, while taking pride in what you do, try to enjoy being at work!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Make friends with your coworkers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you’re working alone, bring your ipod : )&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This first step alone will take you a long way towards having a much better day at work.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="2" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;STAY      HEALTHY!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(get some sleep : )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;Incase you’re wondering, I am not a health freak by any means.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, in order to even give yourself a chance to enjoy a job, you have to be well rested enough to not resent having to work an eight hour day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you work during the week, you should probably save the partying for the weekend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you work on weekend mornings, try as best you can to get a bit of sleep the majority of the time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Trust me, as much fun as a Friday night festivity can be, the happiness gained does not equal the physical and emotional pain you will suffer while working Saturday morning.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="3" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Have      something to look forward to&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;I must admit, even if you do follow the two suggestions above you still may find that you have moments when you wish you were anywhere but your job.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The best remedy for such moments is to have something to look forward to.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, if you’re working a 40 hour week, make sure that you ALWAYS have something fun and exciting planned for the weekend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That way you’ll be able to put a smile on your face even after your seventh hour of stocking shelves at your local supermarket : )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189659962357205202-2613811971260779932?l=philosophicalhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophicalhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/2613811971260779932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189659962357205202&amp;postID=2613811971260779932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189659962357205202/posts/default/2613811971260779932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189659962357205202/posts/default/2613811971260779932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophicalhigh.blogspot.com/2007/06/3-ways-to-stay-happy-during-your.html' title='3 Ways to Stay Happy During Your Mundane Summer Job'/><author><name>ATh0ught355</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350424511492863260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189659962357205202.post-4908625434803126942</id><published>2007-06-13T21:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T21:17:50.638-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roommate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><title type='text'>Getting Along With the Roommate</title><content type='html'>One of the first thoughts that came to mind after receiving my Brandeis acceptance letter  was "I hope that I am able to get along with my roommate..."  We've all heard the horror stories: the roommate who doesn't go to bed until four am, the roommate who has an anger management problem, the roommate who steals your girlfriend, etc etc...  Luckily, my roommate ended up being my best friend.  However, if there is one thing I learned freshman year it is how to live with another person.  Listed below are five tips based on first hand experience on how to strengthen and maintain a relationship your roommate.1.  RellllllllllllllllllaxI think the biggest mistake I made was trying too hard.  I'm one of those people who really wants to be friends with everyone, so when I met my roommate I was probably a bit overbearing.  When you meet your roommate don't worry!  He/She is probably just as nervous as you are.  Plus, if you relax, you're much more likely to be better company : )2.  Don't think that you're too good to talk to your roommateAs in any institution, there are many different cliques in college.  However, even if you think that you're the greatest thing to happen to planet Earth, or that you're far too important to be sharing a room with someone, do not think that you are too good to be friends with your roommate.  The result could be very unfavorable.  After all, when most people go to college they go to a place where they know very few people.  If you are able to make a good friend with your roommate, you will be able to have someone to count on that you will be seeing the majority of the time at your stay at university.  If you don't talk to your roommate, you may find yourself in a situation when you locked yourself out of your room and desperately need to get a book from your room quickly.  However,  you don't have your roommates phone number and have to waste two hours of your life waiting for the campus police to come and open your door...3. Be open to new ideasThis kind of goes along with number two.  Too many times I have seen roommates never hang out because they claim to not have anything in common.  In cases such as these both parties are at fault.  College its a time to TRY NEW THINGS.  In fact, many people say that college is the last time in your life to try new things.  If you're roommate wants to go sky diving and you've never gone sky diving then go sky diving! (Alright, maybe this is a bit extreme, but you get the point : )  Also, try to talk convince your roommate as to why your hobbies are so much fun.  This year my roommate kept telling me how amazing ultimate frisbee is, and because of him I ended up joining the team and having a great time!4. Have funNumber of for may be implied in number three, but I believe that reminding someone of the obvious is often very helpful.  Not only should you try new things in college, but you should be open to the idea that you may have a good deal of fun participating in new activities.  Don't ever think to yourself "I'm only doing this to try and build a friendship with my roommate."  Instead, be positive!!!!!!!!  Before trying any new activity in college, regardless of whether or not your with your roommate, think to yourself "No matter what I'm about to do I'm going to have fun doing it."  Believe me, having a positive attitude can take you a very long way towards having an amazing freshman year.5. Nothing "disrespectful" (eg. hooking up with your roommates ex, stealing personal items, bringing people back at 4 am on a Monday, etc etc...)Remember, whether you like it or not, you're stuck with the person sleeping in the bed next to you.  Thus, not only do you want to try and be nice by relating to your roommate, you should also be nice by not stepping on your roommates personal life.  After all, do you really want to live with someone that hates you because you decided to have an intimate night with his/her significant other? Also, no matter how well you get along with your roommate, ask him before taking his possessions.  This formality may seem insignificant, but you will find that all parties are happier if you ask before taking : )I hope that you've found this advice helpful.  And hey!  If your play your cards right, you just may end up living with someone who you really enjoy.  Believe me, living with someone that you really enjoy can in itself make for an amazing year of school : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189659962357205202-4908625434803126942?l=philosophicalhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophicalhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/4908625434803126942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189659962357205202&amp;postID=4908625434803126942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189659962357205202/posts/default/4908625434803126942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189659962357205202/posts/default/4908625434803126942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophicalhigh.blogspot.com/2007/06/getting-along-with-roommate.html' title='Getting Along With the Roommate'/><author><name>ATh0ught355</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350424511492863260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189659962357205202.post-4034114465473840941</id><published>2007-06-11T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T15:39:37.434-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><title type='text'>Hooking Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m sure that just about everyone asks themselves before heading off to college something to the effect of, “I wonder what my “love” life is going to be like at school?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(Going to a school like Brandeis I was afraid that the answer to this question for me would be non existent : ) &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;However, regardless of what kind of person you are, or what you may or may not expect of your love life, I believe that there are three very important &lt;st1:stockticker&gt;DON&lt;/st1:stockticker&gt;’TS about hooking up in college that everyone should consider:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Don’t Hook Up With Someone On Your Floor (unless you’re in it for the long run : )&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;The title of this “don’t” is fairly self explanatory.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even though it may be extremely tempting to become intimate with the girl next door, there is quite a large downside in doing so.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Unless you’re in it for the long run, hooking up with someone on your floor inevitably results in a great deal of bitterness between the two parties involved.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For example, say you decide to have a one night stand with the girl/guy next door.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Regardless of whether or not you want your physical relationship with this person to be more or less than a one night stand, you are going to see the person you hooked up with the next day, as well as every other day you two are living on the same floor.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In other words, if things go bad, you still have to see that person every single day for a number of months…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My advice:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you’re going to hook up with the girl next door either a. only do so if you know with some degree of certainty you are going to date the person or b. do so towards the end of the year : )&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Don’t Hook Up With A Friend While Intoxicated&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;I know, you’re probably thinking right now that I’m a complete square and believe in not having any fun in college.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, you must trust me when I say that I am quite the opposite.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If ‘hooking up’ with random people at a party is your thing then go for it!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Besides the slight awkwardness of seeing the person around campus, there aren’t too many other downsides in performing such an action.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That being said, I believe that there is a valid line of reasoning for why you should not hook up with your friend while under the influence of any kind(s) of drug(s):&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Although you may go out to parties a friend that you are sexually attracted to, if you become physical with your friend while intoxicated there is a good chance that the act of becoming physically intimate is not consensual.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thus, hooking up may lead to a rise in tension between the two parties, which may in turn result in severely damaging the friendship.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thus, if you’re going to hook up with your friend it may be best to do so while sober : )&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;3. Don’t Hook Up With The Person That Your Good Friend Is In Love With&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;You may think that I don’t even need to mention this.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, you’d be amazed (most likely) at the number of people (mostly girls) I’ve seen or heard about hooking up with a person that they knew their best friend liked.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Believe me, it’s not worth it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As you can probably imagine, performing such an action will most likely result in a collapse of the friendship you had with the person who liked the person that you hooked up with... So, unless your friend really isn’t your “friend,” I would not advise performing the title of number three : )&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;Well, that’s about it for now!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hope this article has been somewhat helpful.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just remember, these are merely suggestions, and I may be wrong about all of them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you think that I’m wrong you know that I’d love to hear from you : )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189659962357205202-4034114465473840941?l=philosophicalhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophicalhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/4034114465473840941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189659962357205202&amp;postID=4034114465473840941' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189659962357205202/posts/default/4034114465473840941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189659962357205202/posts/default/4034114465473840941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophicalhigh.blogspot.com/2007/06/hooking-up.html' title='Hooking Up'/><author><name>ATh0ught355</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350424511492863260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189659962357205202.post-6922991650125942925</id><published>2007-06-08T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T13:39:29.573-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tennis'/><title type='text'>Varsit y Sports</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Have you ever felt like sports at your university were taken a little bit too seriously?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This was one of my first thoughts after I finished my second three hour tennis practice on the D3 Brandeis Tennis Team.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Being a part of this team was one of my most short lived college experiences…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, despite my complete disgust with the way this particular varsity team was coached, I did manage to learn an important lesson from my brief experience with Brandeis Tennis.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As you may guess from the previous paragraph, I really did not like the tennis coach.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Although he was very nice off the court, he did not have a sufficient knowledge of how to prevent common tennis injuries or how to build team unity.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was twenty five; merely a child.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You could see his immaturity when he would say things like “WHAT THE f#@K &lt;st1:stockticker&gt;ARE&lt;/st1:stockticker&gt; YOU DOING?!?!” almost every time a player missed an easy shot.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In addition to his slight anger problem, the coach was not sensitive to the team’s needs and desires.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Since it was a D3 team (which means no one was getting any scholarship money for playing tennis) no one wanted to be out there practicing 2-3 hours a day 6 days a week practicing, let alone at &lt;st1:time hour="6" minute="0"&gt;6 am&lt;/st1:time&gt;…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The result of my coaches mistakes were predictable; a very disgruntled team that was not enjoying the sport.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;However, our captain was a pretty nice guy, and attempted to make one effort to build team bonding.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On a Thursday evening in early October I received an email providing details for a men’s and women’s tennis team beer pong tournament.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Little did I know that this little team get-together would turn out to be quite the interesting Friday night…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I arrived at a slightly broken down looking house with two other freshman promptly at &lt;st1:time hour="21" minute="30"&gt;9:30 pm&lt;/st1:time&gt;; the time that was mentioned in the email.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We were greeted in a friendly yet soft spoken manner by the captain, who hurried us into the living room.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Upon sitting down on a very unpleasantly colored green couch I immediately noticed two very strange aspects of our tennis team: Firstly, our assistant captain was there, drinking with us… (I don’t think I need to explain any further as to why a freshman may find this strange)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Secondly, I finally realized that the reasons none of the 6 seniors on the squad of 11 that made up Brandeis tennis were such good friends; they were all in the same frat…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After sitting awkwardly around the large screen TV for a few minutes, the captain decided to tap the keg and begin playing beer pong.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At this point all eight or so of us moved into the small kitchen and began throwing white balls at red cups (a very usual college pastime).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No one was speaking much.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The frat brothers were making small talk with each other, while the freshmen were trying extremely hard to fit in.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I did the socially awkward thing and stood in the corner, pretending to take some interest in what was going on around me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was not very happy, standing around with a team that I spent roughly half my free time with, yet unable to make conversation with any of them…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was at that moment I decided that Brandeis Tennis was not for me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As far as a moral of the story goes it has to be this: If you are not having fun on a D3, or even D1 sports team for that matter, &lt;st1:stockticker&gt;DON&lt;/st1:stockticker&gt;’T KEEP DOING IT!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You only get to go to college once, and I think that you owe it to yourself to try and maximize the amount of fun you can have during this four year period of life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189659962357205202-6922991650125942925?l=philosophicalhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophicalhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/6922991650125942925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189659962357205202&amp;postID=6922991650125942925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189659962357205202/posts/default/6922991650125942925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189659962357205202/posts/default/6922991650125942925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophicalhigh.blogspot.com/2007/06/varsit-y-sports.html' title='Varsit y Sports'/><author><name>ATh0ught355</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350424511492863260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189659962357205202.post-1521350349720576255</id><published>2007-06-06T11:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T13:06:39.307-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun story'/><title type='text'>Stereotypical Frat Kid + NFL Blitz = An Interesting Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Let me preface this article by saying that I have nothing against college students that join a frat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It just so happens that some of the funniest things that happened to me during my first year at school involved an interaction with a person who one may consider to be a “stereotypical frat kid.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In addition to some of the semi serious things I learned from my first year of college, there were some experiences that I’m sure I will never forget.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One of these experiences has to do with my encounter with Billy, the stereotypical frat kid who lived next door.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;From the beginning I knew that Billy was a crazy kid.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;During orientation he would walk into my room and announce things such as “Duuuuuuuude I just carried 250 beers for two miles up a hill!” or “Yo bro my frat just put me on an all beer diet… I can only drink water and &lt;i style=""&gt;eat&lt;/i&gt; beer : )&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, one of the most memorable experiences I had with Billy revolved around NFL Blitz (a game that all of you college students should know and love : )&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One Friday afternoon I was sitting in my room doing a bit of homework.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All of a sudden, Billy storms into my room.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He barely looks at me before articulating his current desire, “DUDE, BLITTTTZZZ, &lt;st1:stockticker&gt;NOW&lt;/st1:stockticker&gt;!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I set up the game, he began explaining to me how his frat brother was disappointed that he was not a better Blitz player, and how he had to play all last night in order to improve his game.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Bro, Blitz is a necessary life skill,” is a statement that he made and attempted to support multiple times during our brief friendship.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Little did Billy know that way back in 8&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grade, I was quite the good video game player : )&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I must admit, I have never ever seen someone so mad about losing at anything; let alone a video game.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“This is such f*@king bullshit” he would scream over and over as he failed to beat me on this Friday afternoon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He proceeded to make serious excuses for his very poor play.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Yo I’m used to the ’99 version and we’re playing the ’97 game,” he repeated time and time again as I increased my lead by over 14 points.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course, after losing the third game in a row, Billy proceeded to throw this controller and storm out of my room.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Unfortunately, this was one of the last times I ever saw Billy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A couple of weeks later, he got kicked out of school for multiple drug offenses combined with a GPA below 2.0 : (&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You may ask yourself, what is the moral of this story?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t know about you, but for me the less serious moral of the story is to try and make friends with all types of people when you go to college.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Doing so can make for some very amusing experiences : ) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189659962357205202-1521350349720576255?l=philosophicalhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophicalhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/1521350349720576255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189659962357205202&amp;postID=1521350349720576255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189659962357205202/posts/default/1521350349720576255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189659962357205202/posts/default/1521350349720576255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophicalhigh.blogspot.com/2007/06/stereotypical-frat-kid-nfl-blitz.html' title='Stereotypical Frat Kid + NFL Blitz = An Interesting Adventure'/><author><name>ATh0ught355</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350424511492863260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189659962357205202.post-9037770227325997386</id><published>2007-06-06T08:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T08:28:48.863-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>Dating on Your Floor (aka Floorcest : )</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Before you went to college, did anyone say to you something along the lines of “Whatever you do, don’t ever date someone who lives on your floor.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If I had a nickel for every time someone said that…(I guess that analogy doesn’t really work here, but you get the picture : )&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyway!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My roommate and I (who happen to share to the same name) decided to break the rules; we both starting dating girls on our floor.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you’re reading this now and are going or have gone to college, you’re probably thinking to yourself “big mistake.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, even though things did work out for me in the end, I got to experience second hand why in most cases it is not advisable to date someone who is living next door…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;18 is      NOT the age to move in.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;Although this may happen even if your significant other lives on your hall, when you date someone who lives on your hall you may find your significant other moving into your room days after the proposal.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At first, this may seems like a very good idea.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You’re “in love,” and you couldn’t imagine spending a second of your life away from this person.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, if your going to date someone on your hall, I highly recommend making sure that the person has no intention of ever moving into your already overcrowded room.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If for no other reason, having your significant other move in may really strain your relations with your roommate.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also, it’s probably not that much fun fitting two people into a single bed every night…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="2" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;SPACE&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;Although this is #2 on the list, it is arguably the number one reason why more often than not it is not advisable to date on your hall.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even if you don’t move in with the person, you are practically living with them being that you will be the last person your lover sees before you go to bed, and very often the first person when you wake up (besides your roommate that is : )&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As a result of living in such close quarters, you will get to know your girlfriend/boyfriend better in a month than you would have after a year of high school.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This can create a lot of stress in your relationship, which may lead to fights like, “WHY DO YOU DO DRUGS WITH YOUR FRIENDS AT &lt;st1:time minute="45" hour="13"&gt;1:45&lt;/st1:time&gt; ON A MONDAY MORING?!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Although this is a very legitimate question, such a question would never come up if the person did not see you come and go every waking second of the day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The best advice I can give to those who still want to have a relationship with someone on their floor is to make sure they are willing to give you an adequate amount of personal space to “have fun” as a young adult : )&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;3.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just for Convenience?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;Very often it is the easiness of dating someone on your hall that makes you think you are madly in love with the person that lives three doors down.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After all, you see this person everyday, and get to spend plenty of time with the person as he/she lives approximately 6 seconds from your room.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, I am a big believer in the idea that one of the main reasons why “floorcest” does not work is because the two people dating do not actually like each other.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is the “ease” associated with being able to date someone who you can see at a moments notice that makes the relationship possible. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am not saying that you should never date someone on your hall.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, if you are considering such an action, I would advise going on quite a few dates with the person off campus as well as thinking about a few of the things I’ve mentioned before “tying the knot” so to speak…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That being said, I’d really love to get some feedback on my thoughts.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Do you think I’m right?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Do you have any crazy relationship stories to support your argument for or against my position on floor dating?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’d love to hear from you : )&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189659962357205202-9037770227325997386?l=philosophicalhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophicalhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/9037770227325997386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189659962357205202&amp;postID=9037770227325997386' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189659962357205202/posts/default/9037770227325997386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189659962357205202/posts/default/9037770227325997386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophicalhigh.blogspot.com/2007/06/dating-on-your-floor-aka-floorcest.html' title='Dating on Your Floor (aka Floorcest : )'/><author><name>ATh0ught355</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350424511492863260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189659962357205202.post-7244678926115245667</id><published>2007-06-03T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T15:47:29.566-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dining servies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Dining Servies : )</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;If anyone reading this blog is still in college and has not yet taken a job in Dining Services, it is something I highly recommend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The work if often grueling and the pay (at least at my school) is pretty bad.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, you will leave such a job having gained some very important college knowledge.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here are a few of the more interesting facts that I accumulated during my 2 months of cooking and serving pasta at Brandeis.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;If you      want good food, be nice to your server&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;I always found it very amusing when I saw someone come up to either myself or a coworker and pretend like he or she was the greatest thing to ever walk this earth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Whenever someone spoke to me in a condescending or unusually unfriendly tone (or to any of my coworkers), that person happened to get much less and severely undercooked pasta : )&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="2" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Never      work at the place that serves your favorite food&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;Before working the pasta station at Brandeis I always thought that pasta was the absolute greatest thing at our Dining Hall. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;However, after making a thousand of them for other people, I took to making pasta in a tea kettle in my room : )&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="3" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;If      your dining services are run by Aramark, don’t get a meal plan…&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;For those of you who didn’t know, Aramark is the largest food distributing company in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In my opinion, it also distributes some of the worst college food in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; as well…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Furthermore, in addition to serving you the absolute lowest quality food possible, you are paying a premium equal to one you would pay at a restaurant for better food.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If I ever become a lawyer, I hope I can find a way to sue this company…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="4" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Union      Workers from Foreign Countries are Still Abused&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;Working in the Brandeis Dining Hall were many French speaking Africans.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Massachusetts&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt;, there is a law that gives workers a 30 minute break for each 6 hours of work.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In one of the Dining Hall offices, I saw forms that were being forced upon the African workers that would effectively waive this half hour break…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That is when I decided to quit my job.&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;I would be very interested to know if any of you have some interesting Dining Hall experiences.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know this post has been a bit serious.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, this is something I’ve wanted to get out to the public for&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;long time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In my next blog I promise I will write about something funny : )&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;AThought355&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189659962357205202-7244678926115245667?l=philosophicalhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophicalhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/7244678926115245667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189659962357205202&amp;postID=7244678926115245667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189659962357205202/posts/default/7244678926115245667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189659962357205202/posts/default/7244678926115245667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophicalhigh.blogspot.com/2007/06/dining-servies.html' title='Dining Servies : )'/><author><name>ATh0ught355</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350424511492863260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189659962357205202.post-2320364670678083084</id><published>2007-06-01T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T11:54:02.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Making Friends"</title><content type='html'>Did you ever wonder before going to college exactly how you were going to make new friends?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Let’s face it, by the end of high school most of us had found a nice little social niche of sorts, and hadn’t had to really work at making friends for quite some time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;During my summer before school I figured that most freshmen would socialize in their dorms, and make friends in classes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What I failed to ponder prior to my arrival at Brandeis was the one way of socializing that so many people participated in for the sole purpose of “making friends”: the frat party.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I will never forget my first experience attending one of these events.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Since frats are not recognized at Brandeis, I walked with my roommate and a couple other people on our hall to a house located about a mile off campus.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Upon our arrival to the front of this house we were quickly hurried down to their basement.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Within the first ten “seconds” of this party, my glorified visions of frat houses (such as those in Animal House &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ) were quickly put to rest.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Little did I know that this very grungy looking basement (compete with your classic cement walls, a beer pong table, very loud music, and a group of about 40 girls and guys) was where many people would attempt to “new friends.” &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;These are the two most popular (and very amusing ways) that I saw guys attempt to make friends during one of the first parties of the year:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Whatever      you can do, I can do better&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in;"&gt;During this party there were many instances where I simply heard guys boasting about how many girls they’ve hooked up with, how much beer they can drink, and how many times they’ve gotten hammered or high in the last week.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, another guy would start talking to him and try to 1 up them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They would then exchange phone numbers, and go off looking for girls and alcohol : )&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="2" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;“Dancing”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in;"&gt;I use parenthesis because I’m still not sure you can call grinding, or ‘lap dancing’ dancing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At this party, I was pretty amazed to see just how many guys and girls use alcohol as an excuse for getting extremely intimate with strangers on the dance floor…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Little did I know at the time that such actions are pretty much par for a college party…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, I did find it interesting that people would claim to be so hammered that they didn’t know what they’re doing, but were not too hammered to walk the mile back to campus, or to exchange phone number with the person they were dancing with : )&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s college for ya!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in;"&gt;My question for anyone who reads this is, do you really think you can consider the people you meet in this social situation your friend?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Until next time!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in;"&gt;AThought355&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189659962357205202-2320364670678083084?l=philosophicalhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophicalhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/2320364670678083084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189659962357205202&amp;postID=2320364670678083084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189659962357205202/posts/default/2320364670678083084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189659962357205202/posts/default/2320364670678083084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophicalhigh.blogspot.com/2007/06/making-friends.html' title='&quot;Making Friends&quot;'/><author><name>ATh0ught355</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350424511492863260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189659962357205202.post-2235634536180722492</id><published>2007-05-31T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T10:35:34.616-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breakup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='break up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girlfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='face book'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>The Facebook Breakup</title><content type='html'>Have any of you ever woken up on a Saturday or Sunday morning to discover that one of your friends has tagged 18 photos of you from the night before that you don’t quite remember taking?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Have you ever received 15 comments on your wall from people you don’t know that well due to a change in your relationship status?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Do you ever find yourself saying at least a few times a day “I hate facebook,” when really you check your profile every hour?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If there is one thing that I learned after the first day of college, it is that facebook is an unavoidable evil.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is a great tool to stay in contact with friends and send invitations, but you pay a great price for such a tool: your privacy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However! The good news is that some of my most amusing dramas from freshman year came about because of facebook.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will describe briefly for you one of the most fascinating of these dramas: The Facebook Breakup.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I went to college many of my friends (including myself) were in long distance relationships.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course, most of these relationships ended within the first few weeks of college.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The most memorable of these breakups happened with a friend down the hall.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This breakup was memorable due to the classic “facebook war” she had with her ex in Colarodo the week after they broke up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This “facebook war,” as many facebook wars, involved 3 main steps:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Changing      Your “Relationship Status”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;Of course, the first thing you do when you breakup with someone on the phone is not to cry or call your best friend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Instead, you absolutely must change your facebook status from “In a Relationship” to Single.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You may think I’m joking, but this is exactly what my friend (as well as many of my other friends) did after a breakup.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="2" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Changing      Pictures&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;Not only do you have to change your profile picture of your with your past “love,” you also have to make sure that you have untagged all of the romantic pictures you had together.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As my friend told me, the purpose of such an action was to “Make the other person feel bad.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="3" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Writing      Comments About What a Horrible Person Your Ex Is&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;For many people it is not enough to just end a relationship with a breakup.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Many times your bitterness causes you to have a thought that goes something like this, “I’m going to make sure that everyone who is my friend on facebook knows what a horrible person my ex is.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course, such an action serves two purposes; to indirectly tell your boyfriend how much you hate him while at the same time thinking that if your publish your thoughts on your ex he/she will never be able to find a significant other again : )&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;Now, I’m sure that there have to be many other stories out there of ridiculous college happenings that are only made possible through facebook, and I would love to hear about all of them : )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189659962357205202-2235634536180722492?l=philosophicalhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophicalhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/2235634536180722492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189659962357205202&amp;postID=2235634536180722492' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189659962357205202/posts/default/2235634536180722492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189659962357205202/posts/default/2235634536180722492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophicalhigh.blogspot.com/2007/05/facebook-breakup.html' title='The Facebook Breakup'/><author><name>ATh0ught355</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350424511492863260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189659962357205202.post-1859519018338700469</id><published>2007-05-30T15:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T15:45:31.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;http://www.top-blogs.com/cgi-bin/rankem.cgi?id=AThought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189659962357205202-1859519018338700469?l=philosophicalhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophicalhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/1859519018338700469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189659962357205202&amp;postID=1859519018338700469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189659962357205202/posts/default/1859519018338700469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189659962357205202/posts/default/1859519018338700469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophicalhigh.blogspot.com/2007/05/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>ATh0ught355</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350424511492863260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189659962357205202.post-3804896884707075095</id><published>2007-05-30T11:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T10:38:38.724-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcohol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interseting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freshman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='small town'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drinking'/><title type='text'>The First 48 Hours</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I believe that in many ways the first 48 hours of someone’s college experience are the most interesting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thinking about it, you are thrown into an environment in which all of the things that you used to depend on (home town, friends, family, etc. etc.) are suddenly taken away from you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Personally I welcomed such an experience.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As many people who grew up in a small town and got accepted to a university in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Boston&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, I was ready to experience life outside of a town with a population of under 2,000…  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If there is one thing I remember about the first 48 hours of school, it is walking back into my room the night after the second day of orientation to find my roommate (a skinny Jewish fellow with a very large fro and glasses) huddled around a bottle of Southern Comfort with 5 girls from his orientation group.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know, for college this sounds pretty average.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, this was the night when I learned my first college life lesson: many teenagers lie about the amount of alcohol they can drink.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One of the girls in our room was boasting about the amount of alcohol she could drink. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;However, after having two shots of Southern Comfort, the girl face turned a bright red, and she claimed to be unable to stand up for approximately an hour.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course, I saw this girl at many frat parties later in the year to discover that she had joined a sorority and boasted about the amount of alcohol she could consume…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Although this is a fairly important aspect of life to pick up on, I’m sure that there are many people out there who experienced much more profound realizations when arriving at college.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Let the sharing begin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189659962357205202-3804896884707075095?l=philosophicalhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophicalhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/3804896884707075095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189659962357205202&amp;postID=3804896884707075095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189659962357205202/posts/default/3804896884707075095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189659962357205202/posts/default/3804896884707075095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophicalhigh.blogspot.com/2007/05/first-48-hours.html' title='The First 48 Hours'/><author><name>ATh0ught355</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350424511492863260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189659962357205202.post-7250525311039496946</id><published>2007-05-30T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T10:36:53.126-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='students'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcohol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freshman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='editorial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boston'/><title type='text'>Freshman Year Adventures</title><content type='html'>Good afternoon my fellow Bloggers-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that there are millions upon millions of college students sharing a vast number of stories regarding politics, relationships, and adjusting to life away from home.  However, it seems as though noone is really writing about/sharing their freshman year college experiences.  This is why I created "Philisophical High."  Such a title can be interpreted in a variety of ways.  One may think of this blog as a place to read about ways in which students grow academically during their freshman year, while others may consider this blog to be a place to read about and share their stories about "profound" thoughts that college students often have when taking mind altering drugs : )  The truth is, this blog is about both.  I personally am going to share the many many various types of adventures I had freshman year at Brandeis University, and I hope to hear about the many differnt types of philisophical highs that other people have had during their first year at College.  In my next entry, I will discuss my first, and very entertaining first 48 hours of College life.  Until next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                  AThought355&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189659962357205202-7250525311039496946?l=philosophicalhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philosophicalhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/7250525311039496946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189659962357205202&amp;postID=7250525311039496946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189659962357205202/posts/default/7250525311039496946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189659962357205202/posts/default/7250525311039496946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philosophicalhigh.blogspot.com/2007/05/freshman-year-adventures.html' title='Freshman Year Adventures'/><author><name>ATh0ught355</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350424511492863260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
