School Pride Scholarship Essay

I miss writing. I think I'll get back on the ball about this.
Anyway, essay for a scholarship.

I am a student at the Rochester Institute of Technology, in Rochester, New York. I am a first year Game Design and Development Major, and I completely and utterly love it here.

First off, RIT is a pretty famous school. People come from around the world to attend, and it's also home to the largest Deaf technical college in the world. Suffice to say it's a large scale university. And yet, even with thousands of people on campus every day, I feel like I belong, not like I'm just another cog in a machine. The people are friendly, the campus is lively, the weather is admittedly bad, but I'm willing to take that tradeoff. This is just the best experience I've ever had with any educational system, especially when it comes to everyone related to my Game Design major. It's a rather selective program, only letting 30 people in each year until my class when it was quadrupled to 120, so the professors all work in with small, personal classrooms where each student gets individual attention. Not to mention it's a degree for learning to freaking make video games! Yes, there are other colleges that offer Game Design degrees, but not only is RIT nearby, which is a big bonus, but it also has one of the best degrees for Game Design. Honestly, when I was considering my choices for college, there was just no contest. It was either go to RIT, or... well, I'm not sure. I had my heart dead set on RIT, I worked hard through highschool, and I made it here! If I hadn't, then I'm really not sure what I would have done. Luckily, that never became an issue, and now I'm here and happy. I wouldn't trade RIT for anywhere in the entire country. This college is where I fit in, and for the next three years I intend to call it home.

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RIT and Me.

So I moved into RIT on Sunday. It was a crazy time.
After packing all my stuff up (WHICH SUCKED), I said bye to my dog, my dad and got in the car, and we drove to RIT. They had us stop by Gracie's to sign in, and after that we drove over to Gibson Hall where my room is. It was later in the day, so there were about a dozen people with carts to help get my stuff up to my room. Only needed about 3 of em.
So we get up to my room, start unpacking things, and midway through, along comes my roommate Andrew Hollenbach! So Hollaback and parents and I all talked for a bit, then Andrew and his parents left, and I continued with the unpacking. After that, there were some "Meet new people" exercises and stuff, then my dad and I went out to Nick Tahoe's for lunch/dinner.
Then he went home, and I went back to my room for a while, Skyped a bit with people, etc, until a big crowd of noisy troublemakers stormed down the hall. Hollaback and I went to investigate, and apparently it was the floor's RA having a get together, which ended up on a 5th floor lounge. We then stayed there for probably an hour, laughing at everyone and being silly. Then everyone went back to their rooms and soon after I went to sleep.

SO MONDAY WAS FUN TOO! Woke up at 7:00, lied in bed for 20 minutes, got up and dressed, went and got a waffle and an apple and some Honey Nut Cheerios at Gracie's, then back to the room to wait until 10:30. At 10:30, everyone goes down to Gracie's for more fun on the town, and the whole Honors population goes out for some rock climbing/volleyball/whatever place on University Ave.
While waiting for the bus, I learned how to play Ninja, and it is my new favorite game. Expect to play it around me all the time. So then we went to Rockventures. Played more Ninja, wrote some things on a wall (Goal: DON'T FAIL OUT OF RIT, a Challenge: ACQUIRING A STALKER EX-GIRLFRIEND, something I can change: MEH.) and then played volleyball and did some silly teambuilding stuff. AND THEN THE ROCK CLIMBING. It took a while to teach us all, but then they finished and I got halfway up the wall and wussed out because DAMN it was high.
Then everyone except my group left because our bus had broken down! So another wait for the bus, then it arrived and we went back to RIT! Pretty much immediately, there was a barbecue going on, and everyone went to that. Lots of people playing Ultimate Frisbee, I mostly played volleyball. And ate a couple hotdogs, some chips, and a Snapple.
When it got dark, shit got real. Broke out the smores (MADE WITH GODDAMN REESES CUPS! So good.), broke out the GLOWSTICKS (HELL YEAH), and then it got kinda boring so I went back to the dorm. Took a quick shower, came back to my room, and now here I am.
I am liking RIT very much.

Blue Eyes White Dragon

I can thank Sandy and Priscilla for the title there, I'll explain why later.

SO, on Friday there was the graduation rehearsal. We sat in the lunchroom just hanging out for a while, then we got ushered into the auditorium for a boring few hours of telling us how to walk and stand and sit. So after Mr. Fitta finished torturing us with that, we all went back to the cafeteria, where a barbecue had been prepared for us! Hooray! I didn't really eat much at all, but it was still fun! Then, when they finished with the food, everyone got A) Our cap and gown (YAY!), B) Our tickets for graduation (Meh.), and C) A surprisingly nice shoulder backpack thing (Woo!). Then after all that nonsense was done, I called my dad for a ride home, and told him to bring my sister Kiera who had just flown into town that morning. I only asked to bring her so that Sandy and Priscilla could say hello and hug her.
So after that we went home and then we sat around and talked and then we went out for sushi but I didn't actually eat any sushi. BUT a tempura ice cream was ordered at the end, and good god that tasted good.
And that was Friday.

SATURDAY WAS GRADUATION. I'll spare you the details of the ceremony since it was boring, but after it was done everyone went outside to take pictures, and we lost Sandy for a bit, but then found her, and everyone took so many pictures. So many. My graduation hat also gave me REALLY bad hat hair. >_>
So then I went home with the family, and we had a little family party at home, and it was fun. Highlights of the night included shooting high angle shots at my aunt with a Nerf pistol. Got $170 and a $50 Visa gift card there. PURCHASING POWA.

On Sunday, I went to Schuler's party, and that was preeeetty fun. First thing, the night before Sandy had talked about getting graduation presents for friends, and guilt tripped me into doing so as well. So on Sunday morning before Schuler's party, Sandy and I went to Eastview to go shopping! There was also a bit of shenanigans at Macy's and JCPenney with me trying on clothes, but I just have no swagger at all, sadly. Though to be fair, I looked like a hoodlum with the crap they had at JCP.
So after shopping my dad drove us to Schuler's party, and so we hung out for a bit and examined the huge dog at attendance (HUGE). Anna arrived soon after, and we continued to hang out until someone got out the ladder golf. I'm not gonna describe it, but it quickly turned into a game of throwing hard balls at the other team and trying to hit them. I got hit in the nipple. It really goddamn hurt.
So then Mike and Cornrow arrived somewhere in that time frame, then the food got served, which I ate, and then DESSERT got served, which I ate plenty of. After dessert, more ladder golf, this time playing with actual rules and scoring. I lost a bunch.
When it got dark, we migrated to the porch while people started leaving, and the Priscilla arrived, and things started getting really silly and inappropriate, and there was a big balloon fight and Mariah needs to learn some manners, and then I had to leave, and I was sad.

SO THEN MONDAY. Monday was a goddamn awesome day. Sterling's grad party was Monday, so about 2:30 I start walking to his house. I get there at about 3, and find 6 or so people out back jumping on the trampoline. They immediately leaped off and hugged me. Sterling's party then mostly passed in a blur of trampoline, water balloons, Mountain Dew, and fun. God it was fun. Highlights included karaoke, making Inception balloons (A balloon inside a balloon... INCEPTION), Never Have I Ever, and yeah.
When it got darker, we all walked down to Cobbs Hill for no real reason, and went down to the playground for a ROUSING game of Truth or Dare. I don't think anyone picked Truth. After an hour or so of that fun, we decided to head back, and Jakiem and I had a piggyback race for a bit. I carried Priscilla for a while, but totally lost to Jakiem carrying Sandy.
We got back to Sterling's house, and went out back and just lied on the trampoline and talked and cuddled and it was nice, but I had to leave because I was silly, and I wish I didn't. But ah well.

AND SO THAT WAS MY WEEKEND.
Oh yes, the Blue Eyes White Dragon. Well, on Monday I was looking through Sandy's phone, and she had me listed as Blue Eyes White Dragon! Because I have blue eyes and am white and 2 out of 3 isn't bad. Then later on, while everyone was spooning on the trampoline, Priscilla mentioned that if I had a 6-pack, wore my contacts, and did something not half-assed with my hair, then I'd be pretty damn sexy. I'm paraphrasing here, don't quote me on this.
I correlated Priscilla saying I could be a sexy beast to dragon, and thus begins my personal mission to become a Blue Eyes White Dragon.
SO THAT WAS MY WEEKEND.

I MADE A SAMMICH

As the title says, today for lunch I made a grilled cheese sandwich, which I shall hereout refer to as a sammich. But not just ANY grilled cheese sammich, oh no. Today, I made my FIRST grilled cheese sammich. What's that? I'm an uncultured swine for never having tried a grilled cheese sammich? Oh no, I am no quite that uncivilized. I've had them before, I've just never made one myself. As one can imagine, I am rather...lacking in the skillset required for life in the real world. So, discovering that I can use a skillet, a stove, and a spatula is a monumental occasion for me! And throughout summer, I intend to further my basic skillset with such things as instant noodles, and perhaps even such delicacies as SOUP. Although I don't really like soup so maybe not.

And it wasn't that bad a sammich, either. Only a teeny tiny bit burnt, but I was fine with that since I prefer my foods crispier.
Today is a good day. :3

Roll to Dodge

NERD ALERT.

So I'm a nerd as you all know. What you might not know is that I'm also a bit into the dice and paper kind of RPG, such as Dungeons and Dragons. Sorta. D&D and Warhammer and all them are crazy complicated and too much fuss for my tastes, I prefer a little game called Roll to Dodge. It's quite simple:
1. The players give the Roller their action, such as "Pick an apple off the tree".
2. The Roller rolls a die for each player. Success is determined by the number. A 1 is a complete and utter failure, such as "You go to pick an apple, stub your toe on a rock, trip, fall, hit the tree, and a rotten apple falls onto your head. You now have an injured toe, a concussion, and dirty hair." A 5 is a total success: "You pick a single apple off the tree. In fact, it is the best apple on the whole tree! Good god this thing looks absolutely delicious!"
3. Hilarity ensues.

It's all sorts of good times and fun, and is usually played online, on forums or message boards. I currently am running 4, count em, 4 games of RtD, and have finished 1 that took over a year to fully play. I've also abandoned 2 after they got boring, and I play in a bunch. The type I play is at a more leisurely pace, rather than the immediate gameplay of actual table-top games, and they usually roll once every few days. But I find it to be fun as hell, so whatever.

I should go roll now. You various readers should totally play a game with me some time, we could totally do so on this blog.

Good Enough.

Alright, it doesn't look ideal yet, but it's good enough for me.
So, welcome to my blog all people. Expect a lot of pointless blather and silliness to occur.
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I'm out of things to say right now.

So Yeah...

Got me a blog. God I need to make this theme less ugly, I feel like every other 12 year old tool who thinks they're hot shit on a silver platter because they have a FANCY THEME for their ONLINE BLOG.
Alright, so this is my blog. And before ANYONE STARTS THINKING I'M EMO FOR CALLING IT NOW AND FOREVER BLUE, I MEAN THE DAMN COLOR. I am one of the happiest mofos I know, usually, so don't you go getting the wrong idea.
Writing at 1:28 AM is a bad idea, so bedtime for me.