Tonight is devil's night! What am I doing you may ask? Homework is the answer. Even though it is not as exiting as going to detroit and setting a bunch of fires it is considerably more legal. I didn't even have time to whip out The crow and watch that. sad devils night will have passed and I will ahve done nothing for it. Life goes on I guess.

While walking up to Meijer this evening, Shaun and I had the fortuante... fortune of seeing a light switch rave car. It was so exiting, what with the purple flashing lights and the thumping techno... or was it hip hop... I don't quite remember the style of music, but it was loud and thumpy. Just thought you should know.

I have decided that since I am in lack of time and energy of putting together or finding/attending a writing group I am going to put some of my writing up here for all to see (even though I would be willing to bet most if not all of the works you will see will be academic works rather than independent stuff, but that’s ok). I just want my work to be seen by as many people as possible, because every peace of critique I get, however large or small will make me a better writer and I like that idea, even though my major/minors have nothing to do with writing. I have no intention of becoming a writer, but I still like the craft and always like improvement in any form.

So here is a beautiful profile of my place of employment, I really had fun with this one so I hope you enjoy it...

Magic could happen in many places. It was not solely restricted to novels or legend. There are many real places where magic could and is seen. Once place was preschool. Preschool was one of the most magical places I could think of. I know that “learning is magic” is a cheesy concept for many people, but in a place like a preschool, the theory holds true. Everything is new for these children; things that we take for granted could mystify them. Things like magnifying glasses or magnets. Just because these things are not magical for us does not mean that they aren’t magical for them. The true magic is the magic of discovery that can be found at the Discovery Centered or any other preschool.

As I walked up to the Discovery Centered preschool at seven thirty in the morning, I noticed the spires on top of the red brick building were glowing. They looked almost like some sort of wizardry had enchanted them. The spires helped the building to appear as a small modern-day castle. I ventured further and noticed a fenced in area, two of them that I could see from the sidewalk. There appeared to have been one area per classroom.

The fence was gray, a gray that might have been found in elfin woods. Inside the fence, I saw all sorts of wonders. There was a pit of sand in each of these places surrounded by sturdy wooden poles, stacked two high. Later that day I saw children in that pit building castles and forts as well as digging for treasure or digging a hole to China. On the ground where the grass should have been were fragments of trees long past. A stunted tree house without a tree was fixed upon the side of the fence. It was concocted of the same wood as the fence. A bar for swinging was above the deck, right to the side of the treeless house and a pad of protection underneath it. A rickety wooden arm extended from the top of these treeless houses. It held a chain that branched off into three. At the bottom there was a round black piece of rubber with a hole in the middle; as I walked by it swung in tiny circles, ready for the children to use it.

I continued on in my journey and as I neared the entry I passed by a metal pole that towered over me. At the top, there was a bright glow blasting from a glass sphere that seemed to cast darkness away. It was almost like a sentinel guarding the entrance so that darkness could not creep in. I progressed under a shelter that extended from the building. Under this I saw a few enchanted vases that had gone into hibernation for the fall and winter, but when spring comes again, bright and vibrant colors could spring forth once more. I finally reached the portal to go into the building and entered.

I exited the vestibule, which was nothing more than an entryway, and took a look at my surroundings. The walls were as white as a wizard’s beard. They were awaiting some form of decoration. The floor was covered with gray carpet to match the fences outside. Off to one side of this room there was a piano. An old brown piano that I was told houses a singing mouse and his wife. In the middle of this room, there were two unconnected semi circles of section couch. They were arranged in a way that one would think that there was a roaring fire in the center with people trying to keep their hands warm. A small potted tree was by one of these sections, and to whoever sat in that seat, the tree reached out fern-like fingers to snatch their hair. On the right side of a hall that was across from the entrance was an office with a window to the lobby where the secretary sat. She sat in her alcove and took information from people like a goblin working in a bank.

Six rooms branched out from this one large room. They were separated by color. The colors of the rainbow: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple. The red room was the first and only nonclassroom in the school. It was the fine motor room and (ideally) where the children could work off their energy. Each class went twice a day; it contained climber, running tracks, and all sorts of tiring materials. The Orange Room was the half-day preschool class. The Yellow Room was a kindergarten class. The Green, Blue and Purple Rooms were the full day preschool rooms. Each room was the same in design, yet each room was completely different. Each room had a completely different dynamic as to how the magic worked. It was even totally different between The Orange Room morning and afternoon classes. Thus proving that the magic completely resides in the hands of the children not the teachers.

I proceeded from the lobby into the Orange Room. When the door was opened, I heard the sound of jingle bells. The back of the door had a stop sign pasted upon it to keep the children at bay. There were not many children in at this hour so there was not as much of a ruckus as there would be when the other children arrived. For when they did, I could hear it constantly. What was it you might ask? It was the magic, it was imagination, it was energy, and it was everything and nothing all at once.

I glanced to the left and saw a cliff of cubbies; each cubby had a name attached to it. “There were 64 kids that come in and out of this class room everyday and we need a cubby for all of them.” Said one of The Orange Room teachers. (The other classrooms have 32 kids, but the orange room has 32 in the morning and 32 in the afternoon.) I observed on the left side, two rows of hooks for coats and backpacks. I followed the trail left by the hooks, and saw a cage with two guinea pigs inside. One of them had hair as smooth as a well-made piece of armor and the other looked as if it had a spell of bed head cast upon it.

Past that point was an area marked “pretend play.” Once more of the children arrived I saw mothers making food for the fathers, fathers going to work and mothers taking care of the babies. I saw a girl dressed in three layers of extravagant looking clothing, each layer shinier then the last, holding one baby in each arm and a tiara on her head. She walked around yelling for the royal nurse, because she was the queen and shouldn’t have had to deal with such unruly children.

Across from “pretend play,” there was a calendar with birthdays marked by cakes and all the numbers of the month, that had come to pass, marked by apple cut outs. On the right of that were wooden blocks; they could have been used to build whatever it was in the child’s imagination. Also, a car mat was on the floor with roads and buildings printed on it, which could have been used with matchbox cars. Why there was a mat I still do not know, because, as everyone knew all these cars were magical and flew quite often, so there was no need for roads anyway.

Further in to the hall of learning there was a tile floor that appeared from the carpet. Three dwarf-sized tables were on the tile floor, on which, there could have been a variety of magical things for the children to play with. There could have been anything from a gooey blob to Lego bricks on those tables. To the left, a shelving area could be seen. It had scissors, glue, paper, and other kinds of magical crafty materials. I walked forward and found an open bathroom for the children with two sinks and two toilets. (Some of the children could tell I that the sinks and toilets were the most magical thing in the entire school, by what I saw.) Turn around and on the other side of the room, I saw a painting easel with paint and paper, just the thing to get those creative juices going. just beyond the easel I found a table. This was not just any kind of table; this was a tray table. The tray table could hold enchanted blue water and scoops, or brown fairy dust with rubber animals; it could hold many things that ordinary tables could not.

The three main teachers in each room were cheerful people, who were glad to have any of the helped they could get. The help that each room did get was one assistant teacher, who was usually just a collage student, and a student teacher in the morning. All of the teachers work hard together to keep the place happy and magical. One of the assistant teachers said, “As long as the kids are happy, I am happy.”

The day was over. I walked back to my car. I thought over the past day: the energy of the kids and the teachers for keeping up with them, the pure imagination that made anything possible, the joy in the faces of the children when anything did happen, and all the discovery that had happened in that one day. I looked back on all of those things and smiled. Preschool certainly made me think of learning and school in magical ways. The magic of discovery was certainly present in the life of the children that day. I thought, “If I can make a living passing this magic on to the children, I can live a fulfilling life.”

Thank you again for reading and please tell me what you thought of it.

On sunday Shaun and I picked up Yugi-Oh! starters. I looked strait thorugh the rule book and it seems like a pretty cool game infact. Also it appears that the new expantion for Magi Nation is now on preorder at card haus.com and slated to be released in november. Oh the exitment, but I think I'm going to hold off and save my money this go around, but still it is exiting.

I have been looking at the new expantion for magic recently and I have decided that the time has come for me to make an elf deck. they are just far too awsome for me not to. Oh, the CCGs every where It is so cool!

Life continues to be buissy and unexiting, but I feel like posting, so I am doing so. I am still young and hot headed , not very good at polotics, and tired all the time. This leads me to be cranky and irretable at the stupidest things. I have made some rather controvertial posts recently that are things that I am not to proud of, but I feel that they should remain there to remind me how uncool I can be at times and help me to be a better person in that way. Hopefully I will not continue to post with out thinking, but if I do, just keep in mind, that I am at this time quick to anger, tired and over worked with 18 cr of school and 32 hours af work a week. So just let it role off your back like water or something. just as an example: I even got mad at shaun and andrea for leaving animania to get food even though I went, and I got even madder when we ended up going to a pub to eat because pubs take too long and are expencive. I realise now that it was stupid to do so, but I did it anyway. I guess I am not a good person to hang out with right now eather. I will continue to try to do beter, but as I said before please be patiant with me, once the semester is over, I will probably calm down. thank you.

I admit it, I am addicted to triptic by chronic logic. kudos to Xian for showing the way.

I have just spent the past evening researching veganisim on the web for a paper. I can't take it any more, they talk like be a vegan is the same eqivalant to being black or asian. it is a freaking diet, am I the only one to see that!? I know there are many phlosophies about it and so forth, but you are not being repressed because you are vegan the only one oppressing you is yourself by chooseing not to get the nutrients that you need from eating meat. our bodies were ment to eat meat otherwise we would not be inclined to do so. and the ways that I have seen for the vegans to increase in number is through bullying. SO how can these people come up with a holier then though attidude, Ill admit that this entire post is based off of annoyance full of personal oppinion and my own personal experiance, so if there are people out there that are vegan, reading this blog and are not the type of people that I mentioned above. I appologise. I just had to vent from spending all that time reading crap that was just that crap.

well I finnished my second japanese test this fine evening and I feel pretty confident about it. I also fixed the problems with the pictures that mr shaun was kind enough to point out. here is anouther picure from that fine night of peon hoarding. also the peon night picture in the past post has a story behind it. the peons are getting ready to for a night raid... of their... own city, but any way the title is Midnight Raid for that piture, ph33r the power of the peons!!! on to more things... Ja Mata.

Ever wonder what it would look like in warcraft III? well there it is for yah. If not then check out these other Fine Pictures I hope you enjoy looking at them as much as I enjoed puting them together. good fun inbetween homework thingies. ^_^

well, last weekend I was planning on duing lots of studing. that didn't work out. On friday after a nice little un schedualed nap I went and saw veggie tales the movie at 12:35 A.M, which is something that every good upstanding anybody should see, its everything that veggie tales can be, only and hour and a half of it. Saturday I got sucked into being beat up a lot in warcraft and sunday was juast a write off.

Then last night I got to have my very first all night studdy session. (vivarine Rocks!!) and I did ok on the middterm today... I think. I am sure I have more stuff to talk about, but I am not sure what. so Oyasaminasai.