Monday, October 29, 2007

Martial Arts Club in America: It's Like Training with Bruce Lee

Martial Arts Club teaches FSC students an art form they can become passionate about, like the club leader.





Kicking and punching through the air Eliot Prisby begins preparing for his Tuesday night karate class. Eliot knows that preparation and dedication are the most important things in karate, especially when you are starting the Fitchburg State College Martial Arts Club. “The club already existed at Fitchburg State College but it had been inactive, so I restarted it in the fall of 2004,” says Eliot. Eliot wanted to restart the club. “Martial arts was a very large part of my life before I came to college and I wanted to be able to continue doing martial arts while in school. I also have made it a goal of mine to help people, like my martial arts teachers helped me.”
The yelling from the martial arts classes echos off Thompson Hall in the Hammond Building, where the classes are held. Eliot was president of the martial arts club for three years and decided to resign this year. “I want the club to keep going after the older officers and I graduate”. Plus, being President of such a club is a lot of work. According to the Martial Arts Club website the President must, “mediate meetings, schedule classes and events, and make sure that all rules are being followed.” Also, if you are such a President as Eliot was, you create and maintain the website which is exactly what he did. Eliot was able to cross over something that he loves, martial arts, with something he is studying, communications media.
Eliot loves karate, which is why it is the theme of his live journal blog and why it will be hard for him to leave it for an internship this year. “I will miss the wonderful community of people in the club who helped make it what it is today”. Eliot also said that he would miss teaching but that it was something he definitely planned on doing in the future along with opening his own studio. But for now, Eliot will continue on with his Tuesday night class preparing his students for his Thursday night class and smiling, sweating, and yelling the whole way through.

Monday, October 22, 2007

Whatever

I love that I absolutely typed out the longest entry and then there was an error and I couldn't post it. I will post my mobile journalism piece later today, I didn't realize we were going to need it because no one ever said anything. Oh well, I have never liked blogs in the first place because it becomes a place just for people to bitch, moan, and complain. I could go on and on about how stressed out I am, how basically miserable I am with life right now. But first, I was raised not to be this kind of person. My fathers philosophy is "Only the strong survive" and in that sense you are strong only when you don't let people see you when you are weak and vulnerable. Therefore, I'll make it though this semster which is quickly becoming my worst one yet and my least fashionable. To sum it all up: WHATEVER
I have already come to that point in the semester where I am sick of everything and everyone. Usually, it comes a little later. My brain is too full of thinking about my portfolio defense, the fact that my roomate is crazy, and all my other classes to even think of something to write in here besides the fact that I don't want think about anything at all. That I just want the semester to be over.

Monday, October 8, 2007

Unfashionable Hug

I recently realized that when I get stressed out the first thing to go is my apperance. All weekend long all I have lived in is the same pair of jeans and rotated through a couple of my favorite sweatshirts. The jeans and sweatshirts are all comforting to me, along with the beat up sneakers I just can't seem to take off my feet. I guess that's why I love fashion so much, even when I don't look fashionable. Because sometimes our favorite clothes can be that nice, snug, warm hug that we can't get from anyone but, at least feels achievable with a couple of clothes that remind us of better days.

Monday, October 1, 2007

This post will not be about fashion.

Fashion is important to me but, friendship has always been more. Why is it then that I can't seem to keep my best friends? This has really been a question that has plagued me for the entire summer and now it's in my face waiting for an answer. Over the summer I found myself calling my best friends and never receiving a message or call back. I tried brushing it off as, "they are busy working and taking summer classes" but, I should have realized something was wrong. However, it's hard to accept or understand why all of a sudden your best friends, the people you put the most trust in and know everything about you, all of a sudden don't want to put the effort into a friendship. I have tried figuring this out. Maybe I have too high of standards. Apparently, it's too much to ask for someone to give you the same respect you give them and be completey honest with you all the time. Apparently. I really can't stand when people lie to my face, it irks me beyond anything else. If your my friend then you know this, then why would you do it? I still have not been able to figure it all out. All I know is that people change, for whatever reason, and decide not to bring me along, not to let me into their "new" life. They decide to be hypocritical and difficult. I'm just so sick of being treated this way. Being lied to stepped all over. I have never been able to keep a "best friend". I really thought that it would change when I got to college. Really thought, that I would graduate(only a few months away) and leave here with some of the best friends of my life, friends I would keep for life. But, like high school right towards the end everyone becomes fake liars. The worst part of this all is that I am living with my "best friend". So everday it's an uphill battle for me to try and figure out what her problem is, why she thinks I'm stupid and can't figure out her lies. Everyday I find out more lies, they are so heavily built upon each other that everything she says is so easily readen into. This semester is testing me, testing my insecurities and testing my abilites to make it through the semester without completely breaking down. I am so sick of feeling alone and betrayed by someone I loved. I know I can't apporach her about anything because she's crazy. She always needs the last word and she is always right in her eyes. It will be my fault. I will be wrong because I am graduating next semester and leaving her here even, though her boyfriend is here and it's her own fault she's not graduating because she changed majors. It will be my fault. Because one of my close friends just moved near here so she needed to go out and make new friends since I'm "no longer around". I know that this is what she will say. Well not say, but scream because she has a horrible temper and does not like to be told she is wrong and making someone upset. She frankly, does not care about anyone but herself. Why do I always wind up making friends with the most selfish people?