Adam Lamble

Someone I knew back in high school set out a mass e-mail to myself and a bunch of other BVNW alumni informing us that Kim, a girl we all knew from our glory days, was turning 21 soon. She had a pretty impressive idea consisting of everyone writing a letter and sending it to her so she could make a scrap book for Kim. She told us to write about “how much she means to us” and that we should “make it sentimental”. Unfortunately, even though I’ve known Kim since elementary school, I’m not the most sensitive guy on the planet and we haven’t exactly stayed in the closest of contact. But I knew if I didn’t do something there would be an empty page in the scrap book and an even more empty page in her heart so I decided to call upon my one artistic talent I do have: Microsoft Paint. This is a mural of one of Kim and my more intimate moments.

Way back in third grade my brother and I had bunk beds and one night Aaron got really sick and decided to vomit on me. I guess he was really just throwing up over the side of his bed but gravity took care of the rest. Well a few days later the life threatening virus caught up with me while I was at school. We had just completed the “mile run” for P.E. and were back in our classroom. We were about to start the english portion or class when I, being a strong believer in paying it forward, decided to throw up all over Kim… and her work book. I continued to barf one or two more times in the hall as our teacher rushed both Kim and I to the nurse’s office. It’s safe to say I would do it all over again because now Kim and I will forever be connected through that magic moment and I got to leave school early.

I admit that I enjoy school. I like my major and I enjoy going to class. Homework isn’t the greatest but it’s bearable and I don’t really mind tests so much as long as I’m prepared for them because I kind of enjoy the competitive atmosphere. But I hate Organic Chemistry. I had heard plenty of horror stories about this class and it’s my fault that I put it off for so long but I don’t think that I deserve this punishment. I’m not really sure what I dislike most about the class; the fact that it’s tough or the fact that it’s so boring.

The content of the class itself if barely tolerable but that alone I don’t think is enough for me to dread the class. I’ve been having to put in a lot of extra hours studying for the class because I need to teach most of the material to myself. You might ask, “Adam, how come you don’t go to class and let the teacher do the teaching?” To which I respond; I do go to class, I just can’t understand a word my teacher says.

My teacher’s name, I kid you not, is “Olga Dolgounitcheva”. You would never guess it but she is from Russia. She seems to know her stuff and though she isn’t the most approachable woman I have ever met she seems to genuinely care about us passing the class. The problem arrises though when we get to the language barrier. I only learn in English or Introductory Level Spanish II. She speaks in “Russglish” which comes across about as well as the word sounds.

The semester is coming to a close and I’m all but out A contention which isn’t terrible because it will take a lot of stress off of the final. But everytime I close my eyes I remember I have to go through this torture again next semester when we take the advance class. It’s classes like these that make me wish I had majored in journalism or engineering.

Update: I Love Organic Chemistry

So I’m over at my friend Dave’s house the other day and we were talking about none other than THE Bo Jackson. Of course when somebody says the name “Bo Jackson” what is the first thing that comes to mind? That’s right, Pro Stars. What’s that some of you ask? What’s Pro Stars? Well it’s only one of the greatest cartoons of our generation. Michael Jordan, Wayne Gretsky, and Bo Jackson teaming together to use their powers to fight evil villains.

This brought back so many memories that naturally we couldn’t end the nostalgia there so we began talking about other cartoons of the past. Well one thing led to another and Chip n’ Dale’s Rescue Rangers was thrown in. Dave proceeded to whip out the most amazing impression of Monterey Jack that you will ever hear in your life. He even completed it with droping the name Zipper in the act. The best part is that if he grew a mustache, threw on a turquoise sweater and some goggles you would think ol’ Monterey was sitting right next to you.

I generally do most of my studying at the library and now with gas prices getting higher a lot of students, including myself, really don’t feel like making the trip back and forth to campus so the library has really become the school’s social hot spot (see Saved by the Bell’s “The Max” for clarification).

Though I get the most quality studying done at the library, by no means are there no distractions; people talking on cell phones, groups getting together to study, females coming to talk to me. For example today there was a big book sale going on and so there were a bunch of people coming and going. Though they weren’t exactly facilitating my review for cell biology I didn’t really mind them. But when one person decided to steal the cash box from one of the old ladies putting on the sale I had to take a break for all the commotion.

Another bone I have to pick with the library is the restroom facilities (Warning: Adult content ahead not suitable for children and my mom). So I needed to drop the kids off at the pool (number two) which I’ve never really been a fan of in puplic restrooms. Mainly due to the disregard a lot of guys have for the fact that maybe somebody else would like to use the toilet seat after them and that there seems to be a competition for which puplic area can have the thinnest toilet paper in the world. Also our school decided a year or so back that they needed to make everything they could motion sensored to cut down on germ spreading and physical activity. Well as it turns out my sensor was broken because everytime I went to grab toilet paper it would flush on me. It really made the whole experience quite uncomfortable but at least now I can scratch off “use a bidet” on my to do before I die list.

It’s April and everyone knows what time it is. Time for another Royal’s winning season. They got off to a slow start today but believe me, the Royals will be the 2005 world champions (you heard it here first). Next friday (the 15th) is the first buck night of the year and I’ll be finished with all my tests for a while. As many of you know, buck night at Kauffman Stadium is the only place you can get undersized weenies in soggy buns and a watered down mountain dew for only one dollar apiece. The reigning hot dog eating champ is Drew with something around fifteen hot dogs or so. There was talk for a while that Alek had broken the record but that myth was debunked after we realized he’s a liar. Anyway, who’s with me? Brett? Courtney? Travis? Rachel? …Mom? We’d have to get tickets soon and I’d have to leave town right after class but it would be worth it.