Thursday, May 7, 2009
Short, but to the point
But here I am eight weeks later, doing my final essay and passing. And I can’t help but ask myself how we did it. Paul managed to teach us lesson after lesson in such a short amount of time and actually made it stick, that’s talent right there. He made the lessons relatable to everyday life and kept us attentive by starting conversations and some how tying in the lesson.
I’m horrible at English and if any one could have taught me as much as I learned in this short eight weeks it would be Paul Gasparo. I wouldn’t have passed had it been anyone else teaching this course. So to future students, you’re in good hands.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
It was 9 o’clock on a Friday night in the middle of May, and a few friends and I were sitting in our cars in a Burger King parking lot trying to think of something to do. A couple ideas were thrown out there but just as quickly discarded like candy wrappers at the movies. Then I remembered our friend Mike was attending Chico State. So I spoke up and mentioned it.
“Hey guys… we should go to Chico. Come on! We haven’t seen Mike in months and Chico’s party central...”
After some deliberation and a few phone calls, we were on our way to Chico State! Our number one priority was food and drinks. So we stopped off at a gas station to get a few snacks and some energy drinks to start our little adventure.
We were on the interstate for a good twenty minutes, music’s blaring and we’re all singing at the top of our lungs having a blast. Next thing we know there are flashing lights in the rear view mirror. I’m thinking to myself “this is just my luck… we’re fucked.” My friend pulls the car over and rolls down the window as we watch the cop’s shadowy figure walk up to the car. We get the routine license and registration spiel as he’s bending down, then I hear my friend Britny yell, “CODY

We get about half an hour away from the college and what do you know, we get lost, which was inevitable since there were four people in the car and none of us knew exactly how to get there. We drove around like tourists in San Francisco for a while and finally got back on track forty minutes later. Three and a half hours of bad alignment and ten energy drinks later we found the college. Now it was just a game of “Where’s Waldo”, we still had to find Mike and a place to park. After some minor delays, a game of phone tag and driving around in circles we finally found Mike, it was time to have a little fun.
We walked around for a few minutes watching the aftermath of party central before we bumped into a group of Mike’s friends. There were a lot of pointless introductions because once you’ve met one person you’ve already forgotten the name of the guy or girl you just met. All of us new comers were a little disappointed that it was only 12:30 and all the parties had been over for the past hour. Our stampede of people walked up to a circle of benches and out of now where a guy brings out this glass vase-like object with hoses coming out of it. I looked over at my friend with a confused look, she smiled and a girl behind me yelled, “HOOKAH!!!” I had heard of hookah but I’d never done it or seen one obviously. Someone sparks up a coal and fills the bowl with tobacco then covers it with foil. Everyone is cracking jokes and telling stories, passing the hoses around. It finally gets to me, I take a hit, and I immediately fall in love. It was like cotton candy with out the mess.

The sun is starting to come up and my friends Sal and Colton are already passed out in the back seat by the time we get out of the parking lot. We get about an hour away from home and I’, fighting to stay awake to make sure my friend Britny stays awake because she’s driving. I have the head nods going and she’s having caffeine spins from all of the energy drinks. We dropped Sal off at home and decided to mess with Colton, who was still passed out. So we go down one of the back roads and Britny jerks the car left and right and at the same time we both yelled, “CCOOOLLLTOOOONNN!”
He jumps up and screams, “WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!?!” looks around, sees us crying from laughing so hard and says, “That’s fucked up…” and falls right back asleep like nothing happened. Britny and I looked at each other a little confused and just laughed.

We finally make it in the drive way. She and I don’t even bother to wake up the Colton in the back seat. We walked in the house and I made it to the couch and I was down for the count.
There’s nothing like a spontaneous road trip with a few good friends. Since then we have had many more, but I must say our trip to Chico
Shitty First Draft
It was 9 o’clock on a Friday night in the middle of May, and a few friends and I were sitting in a Burger King parking lot trying to think of something to do. A couple ideas were thrown out there but just as quickly tossed out. Then I remembered our friend Mike was attending beration, we were on our way to
We stopped off at a gas station to get a few snacks and some energy drinks to start our little adventure. About an hour into the trip we get lost, which was inevitable since there were four people in the car and none of us knew exactly how to get there. We drove around like lost puppies for a while and finally got back on track. Two and a half hours of bad alignment and ten energy drinks later we found the college. Now it was just a game of “Where’s Waldo”. We still had to find Mike and a place to park.
After some minor delays, it was time to have a little fun. We walked around for a few minutes watching the aftermath of party central before we bumped into a group of Mike’s friends. There were a lot of pointless introductions because once you meet one person you already forgot the name of the girl you just met. We walked up to a circle of benches and out of now where a guy brings out this glass vase-like object with hoses coming out of it. I looked over at my friend with a confused look, she smiled and a girl behind me yelled, “HOOKAH!!!” I had heard of hookah but I’d never seen one or done it obviously. It finally gets to me, I take a hit, and I immediately fall in love. It was like cotton candy with out the mess. We spent about an hour at the benches telling jokes and getting high off each others energy. Slowly but surely our mob of people started to break apart. So we decided it was time to change the scenery ourselves. Mike took us on a little tour of
The sun is starting to come up and my friends Sal and
There’s nothing like a spontaneous road trip with a few good friends. Since then we have had many more, but I must say our trip to