Men who honk at women

While running on campus this week I was reminded just how immature men are. My club volleyball teammates and I were exercising on University Avenue together and were constantly harassed by men as we ran. Why does a man feel the need to honk and make catcalls to any woman he finds attractive on the street?

I wonder if men really think that it will impress the woman. It is totally logical that she will be swept off of her feet because you shouted "nice ass" to her as she crossed the street. How silly of me, it makes perfect sense.

It does not make you look cool to shout something and continue to drive. It is just creepy, you look like a weirdo and a loser from a woman's perspective.

I cannot recall a love story that began with, "we fell in love after he honked his horn at me while I waited for the bus."

Unless the quality of woman you are looking for actually responds to catcalls (that would make her a prostitute) , your best bet would be to quit yelling out your window.

Instead of making a cowardly attempt at getting a woman's attention, try something different . . . be a gentleman and think of a creative way to approach a woman.
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Enormous Book Lists

It is that time of year again, the time to buy textbooks. For the most part, professors are thoughtful and conservative when it comes to choosing the text for their classes.

Every once in a while we all get a professor who wants to drain our already small wallets and fill our heads with useless information. I have personally reached a new record for the number of textbooks in a single class this semester. An unnamed government professor has assigned 16 books for their class. 16!

Seriously, if you cannot teach me a topic in less than five books, you have failed as a teacher. Your class in too broad. Stop trying to teach me everything there is to know about a subject. People learn better when there is focus on a specific topic within a subject.

I wonder if this professor thinks that his/her class is the only one on my schedule. That would be nice if I had the pleasure of taking one class a semester. But, back to reality, this class is one of five on my plate this spring. I will not be able to afford all 16 books nor will I have the time to read them.

Please professors of Sac State, think of the students before you put your fantasy reading list together. Continue Reading>>

Stop putting fliers on my windshield

The overwhelming majority of the time, whatever is placed on my car is something that is of no interest to me. The intent of the ad and its placement is good. However, 99 percent of the people who get the flier don't want to buy an underground, local rap CD, or go to a Halloween-themed, cat fashion show.

So in the end, thousands of paper is wasted and the people who maintain the parking lot have a lot of extra trash to pick up.

A creative alternative to mass marketing is a cool Internet site or using tools like networking to reach your target audience. So listen up you hopeful entrepreneurs, STOP PUTTING YOUR FLIERS ON MY CAR!!!!

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The Ultimate Dumb@%$ Student

Besides a boring class, there is nothing more annoying than a student who raises his hand roughly 100 times throughout the entire class period while you are trying to stay awake, sipping on a double-shot espresso and focus on what the professor is trying to say.

Think the student has a smart question to ask and raises his hand frequently because the topic is interesting?

Not.

The particular student in my class feels he knows it all and tries to outsmart the professor with questions and comments.

"Instructional Design" - a course that helps students design teaching methods, theories to help, adults in particular, how to learn.

Sounds exciting doesn't it?

The purpose of the course is to connect "Instructional Design" and "Digital Media" theories together - and Mr. Right does not seem to get the material yet.

"Excuse me professor, but that seems irrelevant to the material," he said.

I thought, "No loser, you just don't get it."

The three-hour class seems endless and with him raising his hand constantly.

I personally don't understand the material myself, but I do not raise my hand to constantly make a complete fool of myself. The professor's personal office hours were designed for that purpose. Continue Reading>>

And God Said Unto Thee...

Every semester a couple of religious nuts come to Sac State. About two or three times a semester these Christian extremists come to "preach salvation" and "save" students.

And, every time it is the same result: The preacher and students erupt in a shouting match.

What's the point?



One side is not going to change the other's mind. Of course students are going to be enraged by the hatred - or words of concern, as the preachers call it - that is spewing from the mouths of these religious extremists.

I honestly don't care what other students at this campus believe in. However, when it comes to extremists of any kind, they are all the same. Whether they are religious, environmentalists, or animal lovers, extremists all give their cause a bad name. Also you look stupid and crazy to the rest of the world, like the Berkeley tree protesters. Twenty-one months, really? Wow, I wish I had nothing better to do.

It was nice to see a bunch of students, who were Christian, get into a heated debate about how the preachers make the religion look bad. It's nice when religious people are logical and sensible. Good for you.

Whatever religion you believe in, keep it to yourself. If people ask, then feel free to share it. These public forums on campus amount to nothing more than entertainment.

These Christian extremists are no better than Muslim extremists. But, at least the Muslims extremists do us the courtesy of killing themselves.

Check out the full news story here.
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Drink, Drank, Drunk

It never fails. No matter how many parties you go to, you will always see that "one guy."

You know that guy you see at every party. He is belligerently drunk by 10 p.m. I mean how can you miss him? He's screaming at the top of his lungs every time someone takes a shot.

God forbid you are a girl, or a group of girls, standing without a male. Be prepared to have a little ass grabbed with a side of slurred, blunt come-ons. He doesn't mean to hit on the ugly girls, he's just drunk.

Whether he's locking lips with the toilet or curling up on the front lawn, by midnight this guy is out.

And we, as bystanders, simply laugh and enjoy his humiliation. After all it's not us with the drinking problem.

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The Creepy, Old Man

There is nothing that makes me smile more in life than a creepy old man, especially when that man is a professor on campus.

As I was leaving class, I was approaching two fine young ladies. As I can closer to them, I recognized one as a friend. As we rushed by she gave me a smile and we exchanged hellos.

As we parted ways, with a smile she gave me a squeeze on my arm and said, “See you later.”

No big deal. That’s just what friends do. As I’m about to put my headphones on, I hear a voice behind me.

“Man, I need to watch your moves.”

I quickly turned around to see who it was. To my surprise it was an elderly gentleman with gray and white hair, wearing an almost checker patterned brown suite, pulling a rolling backpack behind him.

“I’m sorry, what?” I said.

“I need to watch your moves. You’ve got a way with the ladies,” he said.

I laughed and said, “I do alright,” and went on my way.

I couldn’t tell him what I was really thinking. Like really old man? Come on professor. What kind of extra credit are you trying to offer to your students?

I mean, anyone who knows me can tell you that I say some pretty crazy things. Whether it was sexually blunt, or sexually implying, I’ve said it.

The difference is that I’m still young and adorable. I can get away with it.

I realize one day my cuteness will be gone, and I’ll just end up being a creepy old man like him if I keep saying that stuff. But I hope I grow out of it.

It doesn’t really bother me, it just made me realize what I would be like if I don’t grow up.

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The Busybody

Day 1: Somehow it always happens to me. There I am, sitting in a GE class minding my own business and a gabby girl plops into the seat next to me.

After settling in, she cranes her neck around to catch my eye and then lunges into an introduction followed with a confirmation handshake.

She is bubbly and inquisitive and after one minute I already know her year, major and innermost expectations of the said class. And she knows mine.

Meanwhile, class has not started.

I desperately try to proofread the syllabus before me and find dandruff in the hair of the guy in front. I feel her impenetrable gaze.

Class begins. Apparently she has an opinion about everything. She answers, comments and asks questions the whole time, all the while turning to me to add a side comment. Wait, didn’t I just meet this girl five minutes ago? Maybe she’s in the wrong class. “Understanding human body language and tone” 1A is down the hall.

Day 2: I come prepared this time with a book. I say hello and go back to my reading.

Ten seconds later…

“What book are you reading?” she asks. I politely tell her and exchange a few more lines.

I go back to my book.

Fifteen seconds later….

“About that assignment…”

Maybe I exaggerate a little. Maybe I just have bad luck. Maybe people like that should join a sorority; I’m taking a class.
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