Remember when you were little and you got out a box of crayons, your mom told you keep them on the paper, or the disney characters coloring book. Something inside of you disagreed with that request, or demand in some cases. Your artistic ability should be confined to one piece of paper or closed between the covers of a book that would be misplaced in the coming days. You eye spots the wall: a solid color, boring, almost begging for improvement. You get up from your bench seat at the lil' tykes table with favorite color in hand. As crayon meets paint you can't stop the perpetual motion that brings life and color to the once mundane wall. The swirls are your masterpiece, and your mom will never understand your genius as she unravels her frustration on your back side.

College has been good to me. In fact, I'm pretty lucky to have ended up here. With these guys. The "D1Family" is pretty great, if have must say it. We have some good times on the floor and off. I'm glad to be a part of it. If you go to moody you might have seen some of the pictures from this photo shoot around the school : ). If so, I'm really glad you did. I hope that you didn't take them off the wall in anger; our intentions were to make you smile, not stumble... ^_^
Dread. It hit's you around eight or nine o'clock on Sunday night. You don't know why. Just something it's right in your life. Monday is just a few hours away, and even closer if you think about how fast the night sleep with pass by. A long week a head to do a thousand or more things that you might never be able to accomplish.
Kid's can't swim by themselves. Anyone under the age of 7 doesn't seem to me to be capable of surviving even the baby pool with out some adult supervision. I get nervous when I see any kid near water without an adult within three feet of them. The child could be, and probably is, capable of swimming better then myself. Still, children in the presences of water is a scary thought.
