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Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Monday, January 29, 2007
School started
Like a week ago. Pretty uneventful so far. Classes I've got:
Biblical Heritage in Literature
The most notable change to this semester's activities is my new habit of writing a to-do list the night before the day begins. Hopefully this will help me do things like, oh, read for class, or do my homework before the night it's due. I have two signs hanging up on the wall; one says "Pass," the other "Fail" and since I write my to-do lists on post-it notes I put completed lists below "Pass," and uncompleted below "Fail." Right now the score is 1-3, but if the "Fail" list gets too long it will hopefully shame me into working harder. Either way, I'm off to a good start and hopefully my grades will go up and I'll be able to slide into an idyllic home life with Ms. Smith sooner rather than later.
On the Kaye front, things are going well. She's had some problems at home that I can't do justice to in my own words. I wish that I could be there to help her with them and comfort her, but the situation doesn't allow for it. She's tough as nails, though, and taking care of things as well by herself and she could with my help; the most I can do is make the process perhaps less stressful. I am, as always, proud of her and the way she carries herself.
The new living situation is good. I'm rooming with Mike this semester instead of Jon (random internet people have no idea who I'm talking about) and the incidences of sexile have decreased infinitely. I have spend unfortunate amounts of time playing computer games but that's always the case after the media deprivation of breaks at my father's house.
The semester ought to be pleasant, and I can only look forward to the future.
Biblical Heritage in Literature
Seems pretty good so far. The professor is enthusiastic and the material seems interesting. It seems like we'll be focusing very much on specific literary movements and history, as well as looking at bible stories as literature. I think that the professor may be biblically biased (read: Christian) but lord knows that sort of bias has never swayed me before! No doubt I will remain a staunch atheist throughout. It is entirely possible that hearing about the bible will inspire me to write some stories based on the events in it. Even if it's bad history and philosophy, it's still interesting.Editing and Revision
The professor in this class seems... barely trained for teaching. She has a meandering style I find annoying. I enrolled in the class hoping and expecting that it would be practical application of grammatical rules, but instead it seems like it's going to be focusing on the publishing and professional aspects of the practice. Still, I know am the proud owner of the "Chicago Manual of Style" which seems like an interesting and educational text book that will serve me well in the future. I'll get what I can out of the class and leave shoddy teaching techniques behind!Fiction Workshop
Taking another Fiction Workshop? Madness! But with a different professor and a whole new series of ideas to work off of I think repeating the experience will be beneficial. Dr. Kenny is a good teacher, or at least he has been in the past, and I think his mad poet ways will show me a few new tricks that I did not pick up in Dr. Henry's more lectury course. I like writing either way, and working on some new stuff should be good.---
The most notable change to this semester's activities is my new habit of writing a to-do list the night before the day begins. Hopefully this will help me do things like, oh, read for class, or do my homework before the night it's due. I have two signs hanging up on the wall; one says "Pass," the other "Fail" and since I write my to-do lists on post-it notes I put completed lists below "Pass," and uncompleted below "Fail." Right now the score is 1-3, but if the "Fail" list gets too long it will hopefully shame me into working harder. Either way, I'm off to a good start and hopefully my grades will go up and I'll be able to slide into an idyllic home life with Ms. Smith sooner rather than later.
On the Kaye front, things are going well. She's had some problems at home that I can't do justice to in my own words. I wish that I could be there to help her with them and comfort her, but the situation doesn't allow for it. She's tough as nails, though, and taking care of things as well by herself and she could with my help; the most I can do is make the process perhaps less stressful. I am, as always, proud of her and the way she carries herself.
The new living situation is good. I'm rooming with Mike this semester instead of Jon (random internet people have no idea who I'm talking about) and the incidences of sexile have decreased infinitely. I have spend unfortunate amounts of time playing computer games but that's always the case after the media deprivation of breaks at my father's house.
The semester ought to be pleasant, and I can only look forward to the future.
Friday, January 12, 2007
Met with my attorney.
His name was Tucker C. Stanclift, Esq., part of "Silvestri & Stanclift, LLP". His office was very nice and he gave me a pen. He gave me a business card also, which has instructions for what to say if I got arrested again, as follows:
He explained to me the different levels of legal difficulty, felony through violation, and the different penalties associated with them. He explained that the penalties he was talking about were maximum penalties and usually they were not so severe. For example a speeding ticket has a maximum penalty of 15 days in county jail. No one goes to jail for a speeding ticket.
We then talked about my case in particular and he asked me questions to clear up some things in my statements. He told me about a similar case he had defended, where a 21 year old girl bought liquor for her brother's prom party and one of the kids crashed his car and died on the way home. Even though there was a fatality involved, she pleaded down to a violation which doesn't go on your criminal record.
All in all I am optimistic about my chances of getting out of this without permanent damage to my good name. I found Mr. Stanclift to be reassuring.
- I want to call a lawyer and call a member of my family.
- I want to exercise my right to remain silent and to consult with a lawyer without exception.
- I do not even want to talk about giving up my rights until I have consulted a lawyer.
- I do not consent to a search of any kind.
He explained to me the different levels of legal difficulty, felony through violation, and the different penalties associated with them. He explained that the penalties he was talking about were maximum penalties and usually they were not so severe. For example a speeding ticket has a maximum penalty of 15 days in county jail. No one goes to jail for a speeding ticket.
We then talked about my case in particular and he asked me questions to clear up some things in my statements. He told me about a similar case he had defended, where a 21 year old girl bought liquor for her brother's prom party and one of the kids crashed his car and died on the way home. Even though there was a fatality involved, she pleaded down to a violation which doesn't go on your criminal record.
All in all I am optimistic about my chances of getting out of this without permanent damage to my good name. I found Mr. Stanclift to be reassuring.
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
I just saw a spider.
It's on the door frame next to me. It's moving up and down kind of pointlessly, I'm not sure what it's planning on doing. One of my first instincts is to squash it, but why would I do that? It hasn't done anything to me and even if it bit me I could hardly blame it. It's not like I would react any differently if something so large in comparison was close to me. Mind you I would probably hide. This little bastard is just kind of sitting there. I don't even like killing mosquitoes.
One of my nastiest childhood memories is when I was out on a boy scout trip as a kid. I found a little newt, one of those brilliant orange ones with the spots. We were moving on and I had to get rid of it so I put it in the water to see if it could swim. It could, but all of these fish started taking bites out of it, and my uncle said something along the lines of "good job, now it's going to get eaten, why'd you do that?" It was just a newt, they were all over the place, but I felt terrible about killing it. I try not to step on caterpillars, swat flies, and I'll probably crash into a tree swerving at some point in an attempt to not hit a silly little bird.
One of my nastiest childhood memories is when I was out on a boy scout trip as a kid. I found a little newt, one of those brilliant orange ones with the spots. We were moving on and I had to get rid of it so I put it in the water to see if it could swim. It could, but all of these fish started taking bites out of it, and my uncle said something along the lines of "good job, now it's going to get eaten, why'd you do that?" It was just a newt, they were all over the place, but I felt terrible about killing it. I try not to step on caterpillars, swat flies, and I'll probably crash into a tree swerving at some point in an attempt to not hit a silly little bird.
Thursday, January 04, 2007
What's been happenin'.
Alright, it's been a little while but I didn't want to post because it might be self-incriminating. I'll just keep it barebones.
Since I last posted I've been arrested for a Class A Misdemeanor, "Unlawfully Dealing with a Child in the First Degree in violation of Section 260.20 Subdivision 2 of the Penal Law of the State of New York." I have a sheet in front of me that says, right on the front, "The People of the State of New York vs. James A. Beardsley." That's kinda cool. So anyone that reads this that's from New York, please call me so we can come up with a time and place to fight, thanks. I gotta take you all on one at a time so it might take awhile. Upstate first, then downstate. But basically the story of how this happened is that there was a little party when I got back from school and some unsavory characters showed up and stabbed each other so the police got involved. C'est triste and all that. I'll probably get a free attorney and get slapped in the face with a big legal dick, but I'm not too worried. (I'm a little terrified)
The holidays were good. I got more presents from Kaye's mother than I did my own, funny that, but it was a nice gesture on her part and I appreciate it, especially so soon after I got in trouble. I ain't gonna put pictures of the stuff I got up here because I don't have a camera. Suffice it to say I got a fantastic black leather notebook with gold on the edges and a ribbon bookmark. I've turned it into a journal.
New Year's was excellent. Bonfire at Dougherty's house, I made out with someone at midnight for the first time ever, hurrah hurrah. Someone being Kaye, of course, hopefully we'll have many more new year's make outs.
Tension is high with my father as usual. Oh well.
No job, unfortunately. Haven't been in to see the pizza place owner yet - might have a job there? We'll see. The break is, frankly, half way through though and I don't know how much a job would help me at this point. Maybe for fines, huh? The Gore job... I applied there and never got a call back, the fuckers. I was pretty sure they were looking to hire but I guess I can't always be right. Thank goodness I can always be good looking.
Since I last posted I've been arrested for a Class A Misdemeanor, "Unlawfully Dealing with a Child in the First Degree in violation of Section 260.20 Subdivision 2 of the Penal Law of the State of New York." I have a sheet in front of me that says, right on the front, "The People of the State of New York vs. James A. Beardsley." That's kinda cool. So anyone that reads this that's from New York, please call me so we can come up with a time and place to fight, thanks. I gotta take you all on one at a time so it might take awhile. Upstate first, then downstate. But basically the story of how this happened is that there was a little party when I got back from school and some unsavory characters showed up and stabbed each other so the police got involved. C'est triste and all that. I'll probably get a free attorney and get slapped in the face with a big legal dick, but I'm not too worried. (I'm a little terrified)
The holidays were good. I got more presents from Kaye's mother than I did my own, funny that, but it was a nice gesture on her part and I appreciate it, especially so soon after I got in trouble. I ain't gonna put pictures of the stuff I got up here because I don't have a camera. Suffice it to say I got a fantastic black leather notebook with gold on the edges and a ribbon bookmark. I've turned it into a journal.
New Year's was excellent. Bonfire at Dougherty's house, I made out with someone at midnight for the first time ever, hurrah hurrah. Someone being Kaye, of course, hopefully we'll have many more new year's make outs.
Tension is high with my father as usual. Oh well.
No job, unfortunately. Haven't been in to see the pizza place owner yet - might have a job there? We'll see. The break is, frankly, half way through though and I don't know how much a job would help me at this point. Maybe for fines, huh? The Gore job... I applied there and never got a call back, the fuckers. I was pretty sure they were looking to hire but I guess I can't always be right. Thank goodness I can always be good looking.
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