Response to Heather’s Project

28 04 2010


You bring up a great point about the equal opportunity laws that I would like to elaborate on:
First we must understand that all people are different, even twins are different. Twins arise from a single fertalized egg that splits a few days after conception. although they may have the same/similiar genetic make up, once they grow up they face different environmental influences, which gives each of them unique thought processes, and epigenetic differences which highlight certain genes more or less to add uniqueness. I use twins as an example because they have the closest/most similiar relationship, however often end up as polar opposites. Therefore the underlieing ideal/concept is this difference in environment and influences that every person faces while growing up. Discrimination and racism are also relative, as portrayed by Chappel’s block party when wyclef jean was speaking to the band students and told them to “stop blaming the white man”. He is inferring that black people believe that if they don’t “make it” they blame the “white man” for hindering their social progress. I think that is upsurd, that he would even make that comment as I have never experienced anyone feeling that way, but he grew up with different influences than I did. Everyone is different, and raised differently, but the key is the inside desire/motivation to succeed that separates people. Yes, people can sit and blame other people, or blame discrimination or racism for their hindrances, but the bottom line is if someone has the desire to succeed, they will succeed! No matter what sex, race, color, religion, etc. If the desire is there, you can succeed. However, it is a lot easier to sit back after you have been denied or come to a roadblock and blame racism and discrimination for your stoppages. So before blaming discrimination and racism, just remember, “If you believe, you will achieve!”

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24 04 2010





EC Exercise

19 04 2010

“Guns Dont Kill People, People Kill People”

Stress: School::Serenity: Islamorada

1 Semester away from graduating, while taking 16 credits, while studying for the MCAT, nights of sleeplessness have become normal.  Nauseousness accompanies worrying which fades into anxiousness slowly trickling into anxiety.    However,  stepping onto the northwest facing balcony moments before sunset eliminates every ounce of stress and tension in life.  The body becomes carefree, and school doesnt matter, neither do the uncertainties of the future.

“If it was up to me, no one but law enforcement officers would own hand guns…” Chicago Mayor Richard Daley

– Well good thing its not up to you jackass

“A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed”

“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness”

But why would someone want guns? Guns only cause evil…

Being a Sportsman, Hunter, Recreational Shooter, and Outdoorsmen makes me happy, watching the sun rise or set, in God’s country in pursuit ofwild game, relieves stress in this stressfilled world.

“IF GUNS ARE MADE FOR KILLING, THEN POOLS ARE MADE FOR DROWNING”

My family has a lot of guns, and I would never sell one of them, ever.  Sure there are some that have been replaced, by newer better models, that sit and collect dust in the corner of the gun room, but everyone of them has sentimental value that is priceless.   I grew up around fishing, hunting, and the outdoors, and therefore grew a tremendous respect and understanding for guns.  My blood boils, and stress builds up inside of  me when I read about ignorant jackasses like that that mayor who believes that all guns should be banned.  If he truely believes that banning all guns would make america safer, then he should look at statisitics to understand how unintellegent he really is.

“Victimizations involving a firearm represented 8% of the 6.3 million violent crimes of rape and sexual assault, robbery, and aggravated and simple assault.”

These numbers prove that criminals will be criminals with or without guns.  The fact that I am armed with a weapon, and the knowledge to confidently use it will make a criminal think twice about robbing my house.  And if he doesnt know, he will learn quickly how big of a mistake he made trying to committ that crime.  If more civilians were armed, then criminals would likely be deterred from trying to committ crimes that had a high risk of them getting caught or injured.

-I’ll keep my guns, rights, and freedom….you keep your change!!

-If guns are made for killing, then all of mine are defected!!!!

 





Sketches towards Emblem

15 04 2010





Exercise 5

11 04 2010

The gloves were designed to protect my hands, with wraps underneath to protect my wrist.

However, the gloves must be earned.

Hours, days, weeks, months worth of training must be committed before the gloves are worn.

But the night I put my gloves on, I know that it is much better to give than to receive.

But I must not let the Spirit of the Wild take over me, with wild survival instincts coming out over patience, discipline, and training.

I must remain cool and collected, working hard, using my training to break my opponents will, because I know that I have trained stronger, sweat longer, and worked harder to make me successful.

And when I lose focus, the blood and sweat stains on my gloves remind me of the honest natural hard work, without drugs or supplements, that got me to where I am, and wont let me quit, til I have left the ring victorious, the way the Nuge would want me too.  High on Life!

Default Moods

I walk up the stairs into the gym, grab the jump rope to begin jump roping for 20 minutes for my warmup.  My Ipods in, with a good playlist to keep my mind occupied as I dance and skip, flipping the rope to the beat of the song.  My 20 minutes are up,  my trainer tells me to go make “the lap”, a quick 1.2 mile run.  I get back and my calves are as tight as a rock, but I don’t want to show weakness.  I put my wraps and gloves on and hop into the ring to do mit drills.

Jab, Jab, Straight Right, Left Hook, duck,  Left Hook.

But I didn’t duck quick enough and he smacks the shit out of my head.

Again, Jab, Jab, Straight Right,

My hands were too far apart leaving my chest and stomach open, so he jabs the shit out of my stomach.

“Come on son, protect yourself ”

My calves are throbbing, but I have to keep bouncing and moving around throwing these combinations.

F*** this, When is that bell going to ring to end the round to give me a break

3 minutes feels like 3 hours, I can’t think of anything besides my calves, and I keep lowering my hands and getting jacked in the face, and when I bring them hes jabbing at my gut.

DING

ok good, only 30 more seconds left…come on finish strong

“Come on son, Finish the round strong”

Jab, Jab, He swings at me and I ducked his wild hook, but I lifted my head without looking at him and he swung a second one that I didn’t duck and nailed me in the head again.

“Keep your F***in head up or your going to keep getting hit”

I hop backwards a few steps to create separation, to hopefully let the time run out.

DINGDINGDING

I was dead, I didnt feel pain in my head, or my stomach where he kept hitting me, but my calves were in a hell of pain.  I took a sip of water, and looked up at the old sign that hung on the wall “The More You Sweat, The Less You Bleed

DINGDING- my 60 second break was up, he me tossed me two 2 pound weights, and told me to get in my stance to throw straight punches.  1,2,1,2, I couldn’t keep my feet straight in the stance.

“Why the F*** are your feet spread like that, what are you getting ready to ride a F***in horse? ”

I straightened them up, and continued to throw the punches, it wasnt so bad.  How much longer? My arms were getting tired, but I thought of the sign and kept throwing them, 1,2,1,2…Finally.. Ding…30 seconds…..I grunted, but kept throwing the punches.

DINGDINGDING

I took another sip of water, and was thinking about the sign. How many champions have trained under this sign? It was motivating, there were blood and sweat stains all over the canvas floor of the ring, and that was even more motivating.

He was barely even getting paid, he would come in after work and train  6 of us that wanted to compete.  It wasnt about money, there was no bullshit, if you wanted it bad enough, if you were dedicated to work hard, and wanted to be a champion, he would train you.  And so I trained. No one forced me to do this, I did it because I wanted to and I thought about that and remembered that when I got tired.

DINGDING

JAB JAB STRAIGHT RIGHT, DUCK, DUCK

I ducked it perfect, looked up and he tried to throw another hook and I ducked the second one.

“Nice”

It was as if I had just been refueled, I was energized, I hopped around and threw good combinations.

The pain in my calves were gone, at least, I didn’t notice it.

I have realized that my mind controls everything, as soon as I started thinking about the sign, my pain disappeared, and I was more motivated and reenergized, which resulted in a better, more successful workout.   I believe that this mindset, and determination to work hard need to be used throughout all aspects of life, which will result in success in whatever endeavours I pursue.





Blog

7 04 2010

Today in class we were presented with a situation in that a person is stranded on the side of the highway, and we were to discuss/describe the thought proccess that is involved with making the decision to either help the person, or ignore them and keep driving.   Obviously, everyone is different and would respond differently, however I believe the reason that I would stop is because I have a genuine passion for helping people, not because I have to, nor because I may receive any kind of gift, praise, or recognition, but simply because I desire the health and wellbeing of others, and will do anything in my power that I am capable of in the scope of my education/wisdom to help someone.   Gary made  an example in class today about advising his buddy to not eat red meat because of his already high cholestoral.  He is not advising his friend because he has to, but simply because he cares about the well being of his friend, and has the knowledge/wisdom that red meat has been identified as a major source of dietary cholesterol.  It is not Gary’s duty/responsibility to advise his friend, however, due to the fact that he cares about his friend, he most likely desires the well being/longevity/best interest of his friend so that they can later attend baseball games when they are 80 years old!  This brings up the significant notion of duty vs desire.





Exercise 4

3 04 2010

Lazy yellow moon coming up tonight
Shining through the trees
Crickets are singing
And the lightning bugs are floating on the breeze
Baby get ready

Across the field where the creek turns back
By the old stump road
Im going to take you to a special place
That nobody knows
Baby get ready
Ooo ooo ooo

One of my favorite songs, as it describes his desire to take the girl he loves to a special place that nobody knows.   His use of imagery through the vivid details of his favorite place are rustically genuine.  A bona-fide love for the outdoors ,a place far from buildings, problems, and worries is  portrayed through the descriptions.  There are no hidden meanings to decipher, or deep connections to make, just “good ole” lyrics written with simplicity that are soothing, dreamy, and with punctum to anyone who loves the outdoors.   To some, it may sound like a love song, however, the true love is displayed in describing the special place.  The song begins with an acoustic guitar which gives the listener an earthy, cowboy tone, before two more guitars join in.   Then as the lyrics ,which prove to be the rational begin, there is a faint sound from a harmonica in the back ground, which also adds rustic qualities to the song , perfectly complementing the lyrics and giving the carefree, nothing-else-in the-world-matters atmosphere.

And it don’t matter if we sit forever
And the fish don’t bite
Jump in the river and cool ourselves
from the heat of the night
Baby get ready

Ooo ooo ooo

Pt. 2

As we are approaching the end of the semester and have completed many exercises to better understand our positions within Orality, Literacy, and Electracy, I have noticed a few themes that are intertwined throughout all of these dimensions.  Both my mom and dad moved to the US in 1979 before the revolution in Iran,  by themselves to attend College.  They barely spoke english started with nothing, and against all odds, were able to make it through all of the adversity they faced and become successful.   Through them, I gained what I believe is my strongest quality, Ambition.  I will never quit any task, and refuse to take no for an answer.  I believe everything is possible and truly believe, “where there’s a will, there’s a way”.

I have always been a good student, who knew I wanted to go to the University of Florida.  However, when I received my admissions letter, I was disappointed to learn that it was not an acceptance letter.   While all of my friends knew where they were going by February and had already gotten senioritis, I spent my senior year spring writing letters, driving to Gainesville for meetings, and working hard to make sure I had strong final grades.  During an appeals process that accepted about 20 students out of nearly 400 appeals, I was one of the students that got accepted because I have a quality about me that will work as hard as I need to get what I want.   I recently began volunteering at an elementary school in the lower income area of Gainesville, performing science experiments for 3rd graders, with the hope of sharing my ambitions with the younger generations of our community.

I believe it is my ambitions combined with my love for helping people that has led me into my senior year as a Biology major.  I have seen more than half of my friends start their academic careers as “premed” and then switch once they got to some of the harder classes, but my ambition and determination will never let me quit until I achieve my goals.

Finally, I believe it is this quality in me that makes me prefer action movies, with my favorite movie being Shooter.  Character can be measured by the way man responds to conflict and adversity, and it is not ironic that all of my favorite movies are movies that deal with a character that overcomes all conflict and adversity to rise to the top.