Here we go again, 39 years YIKES!
I can’t believe that the fall 2017 semester is upon us. When I began my career at St. Francis I was only 26 years old. Now, I’m starting my 39th year at the University.
I was amused to hear that the Mayweather vs. McGregor fight now has conspiracy theories that the “fix” was in. It was touted as "The Biggest Fight in Combat Sports History". Imagine my distress at hearing this disturbing news (insert lots of sarcasm here). Really?
I have two kids in my freshman Foundations 1 class who are from England. Last Friday, while we were all out on a service project, I met some other freshman students from Spain and Australia. Two other students, from Spain and Australia, are CMMA majors.
There is a saying, attributed to Confucius, “May you live in interesting times.” It’s not meant as a blessing but more of a curse. We are living in interesting times, aren’t we?
We’re about 2/3rds finished with summer break and I thought I’d catch you up on things that have happened around the CMMA department.
If you graduated from the University of St. Francis before 2016, you may never have set foot on the St. Clare campus.
If you graduated before 2014, you have no idea that the Plaster Center has nothing to do with plastering or getting plastered.
No, it isn’t what you think. It’s a new-ish term for something that many college seniors are dreading at this time of year. It means having to put on your big boy/big girl pants and doing all the stuff that adults do.
Back in my college days, I sang and played guitar in the local pubs for some pocket money. I really enjoyed performing every weekend. Unfortunately, I quit playing for close to forty years. Recently, I picked up the guitar and have been practicing for the last two years. However, I only play
The basis of “learning to succeed” is to FIRST have a plan. What I mean by this—is that our leaders, particularly politicians, tend to tell us that “they have a plan.” But do they…really?
Just a few days ago, in my Writing Across the Media I class, we discussed how advertising has changed over the years. I have collected digital copies of actual print ads from the 1950s and 60s.
I went to a wake today to offer my condolences to three former childhood friends whose mother passed away. We hadn’t seen each other since high school. Of course, none of them knew who I was at first. And, I only recognized one of them.
Often I wonder where my students travel on Spring Break or if they don’t travel, what do they actually do. I remember when I was in college my ultimate goal was to party in Ft.
If you read this blog with any regularity, you know I usually tackle lightweight subjects in an offhand, snarky sort-of way. Sorry, if that's what you came here for today.
First, for the first time in my life I decided to leave my selection for president of the USA blank during the recent election for ethical reasons. I believed that neither Hillary Clinton nor Donald Trump deserved my vote.
PART III of III
Pussyhat, pussyhat, what did you there?
I joined the resistance for truth and what’s fair! (with apologies to Mother Goose)
PART II of III
Pussyhat, pussyhat, what saw you there?
Thousands of people, who fear and who care! (with apologies to Mother Goose)
PART I of III
Pussyhat, pussyhat, where have you been?
I’ve been to Chicago, to protest the “king.” (with apologies to Mother Goose)
I had an interesting discussion with my Writing Across the Media II class.