Saturday, February 28, 2009

ENGL 200 Diagnostic Essay - Instructor: Abby Knoblauch

 (Egao No Genki)

ENGL 200 Diagnostic Essay

Abby Knoblauch

February 2009


I do not remember my successful persuasions as well as the failed ones so much because it is human nature to remember failures more. When I tried to persuade goes back to a situation involving a Jessi Linder. Back in March of ’03, during a “Blue Ribbon” assembly involving 6th graders, I was there to watch my sister, while Jessi and her family was there to watch her brother. Three months previous to that, she said that they got over some kind of situation and think I am okay now, but I wanted to test to see if she hadn’t said this under any kind of duress.

I tried to speak to Mr. and Mrs. Linder, but they kept walking away from me, pretending not to notice and act like something on the other side of the commons area was getting their attention. My gut told me they were purposefully trying to avoid me, so I thought that maybe she gave me what she said about her parents just so I would not stay preoccupied about their grudge anymore. Then I spotted their son Jake. I asked him how well he knows and thinks of my little sister, who was his classmate in some classes, and if he has heard anything about me from any of his family members since December. He thought Natasha was fine, and denied hearing anything about me. In the meanwhile, another sister stood behind him, arms crossed. Then Mrs. Linder grabbed him by his wrist and said, “Let’s go.” Her tone seemed urgent, and the first thought was she wanted every one of them to get away from me.

Knowing how long middle-aged adults hold their grudges, I knew it would have to take a lot to get back on their good side again. I was just some lanky high schooler, and the mistakes they make ought to be less culpable and more forgivable than the ones older students make.

Then 2005 rolled around, and I spotted Jessi in the library with her boyfriend Scott. We saw each other and went about our business. I gave her an email (Facebook was not as popular at K-State yet) and she replied. It read,

Subject: 

RE: Spotted a familiar person in the Library- was that you?



Hey Christian! I didn't know you remembered me. Yes, I was in the library playing cards. We were originally outside playing cards, but it got cold, so we moved inside. And yes, Alex and I have been over for a long time. I'm not sure what he's doing now, but last I heard he was done with training and was going to Japan.

Anyways, thanks for dropping me an e-mail. I hope you do well on your finals!

Jessi


-----Original Message-----
From: ______@ksu.edu [mailto:______@ksu.edu]
Sent: Monday, April 25, 2005 2:30 AM
To: ___@ksu.edu
Subject: Spotted a familiar person in the Library- was that you?

At approximately 2:10 AM in the Hale Library's 24-Hour Study Area, I was looking for a computer to work on, and while in my search, I saw two people playing cards at a table. One of them turned to look at me and I
thought, "She certainly looks familiar. That's Jessie, isn't it?"

I didn't wave because I'm the kind of person that waits for someone to wave at me first, unless I know them really, really well (as in have regular contact approximately once per week).

All the computers were in use so I had to go to Dickens Hall, right across the street.

If you were indeed the girl I saw at the 24-hour Study Area, what have you been up to? Evidently, gone are the days of Alex Barth! (What is he doing now?) It's great to see you again. Hopefully, your parents are still as nice as you said they were such a long time ago. (Are they?)The school year is getting close to a close so good luck on your
studies, especially for your finals.

Take care.

-Christian



In the message I bolded (was not bolded in the actual email, of course), I alluded to her parents. I really wanted to ask if they are still as okay with me as she said they were, but I decided to be more careful than that. Unfortunately, she never answered that question so I still did not consider myself “out of the woods” with Mr. and Mrs. Linder.

We did not see each other again until the fateful 22nd of March 2007. I was at the checkout lane at Sam’s Club with my parents, and she and her parents suddenly appeared behind us, out of nowhere. I instantly recalled how the parents had a certain attitude about me and tried to avoid me four years earlier, and the fact that many middle-aged adults hold grudges that last for decades, and sometimes even to their graves! That is when I had reason to believe Mr. and Mrs. Linder still held a grudge, though I did not know for sure. My heart rate soared sky-high. I was wrestling inside whether to speak to them or not, but did not want to risk a vituperative tongue-lashing from her parents if they still in fact did hold a grudge. I knew there was no form of recourse – I did not know any mutual friend of Jessi’s parents, so I would not know anyone to go to for help if in case a verbal scourging or forms of slighting and disdaining came from them. 

I had no idea why I could not spot them first beforehand; if I had, then I would have told my parents that I would be browsing around Target (next to Sam’s) and briskly pace-walk out of there before the Linders saw me!

I was in the most precarious situation in a long time. I decided to feel “better safe than sorry” and go to the pizza counter when my parents told me to pick the pizza up when it was ready. I then got on my smartphone, and typed this message on Facebook’s mobile version:

Did we just see each other?

March 22 at 5:38pm

I think I just saw you at the Sam's Club, did I? It probably was you, or I wouldn't even be messaging you from this smartphone at Sams Club right now. I wanted to introduce myself & talk to your mother but I was trying to figure out what to say, to make sure I said everything right, and to make sure it would end on a good note. I guess I took too long because you & she already left. I was thinking about making amends personally with your mother about 2002 but wasn't sure if she forgot, remembered, or remembered but put it completely behind her (i.e. forgiven me.) I therefore wondered if bringing it up would've "reopened old wounds" so to speak, so that's why I hesitated. Did any of you talk about me, and has she really forgiven (or forgotten about) me? In any case, the (Egao No Genki) now is a much different person from the (Egao No Genki) of 2002, so I'm hoping she's considered that. Hope to hear from you soon.


I made my message look as careful and considered as I possibly could. I thought since she was a good, amicable friend in high school, she would be at least as amicable as she was back then, if not more. I did not get a response, and had assumed she may have been busy with lots of things at home and at school, so she might not have had time to get on Facebook at all. However, her status update (that SAME NIGHT) said she was “enjoying the rain.” Therefore, if she updated her status that night, she MUST HAVE seen my letter. She was still my Friend on Facebook, so I did not think it turned her off in any way.

Then shortly after Easter, I saw I had one less friend on the friend count. I checked each person I have sent messages to previously to see if any message sent caused them to take me off. (This was before I got the “Friends Tracker” application, which tells me immediately who took me off, so I had to spend over a minute to investigate.) Then I saw that Jessi took me off the list. I had absolutely no idea how that letter could cause her to take me off the list. I also thought, “If she read my message that same night, which HAD to be the case as indicated by updating her status that night, then why did she take TWO WHOLE WEEKS to decide to take me off the list? Why not right when she saw my message?”

Later that month, I passed her and her fiancé Scott on campus while I rode my bike to class. I would have talked to them and ask about this, but I was late to my Public Speaking I class so I could not. They were talking to each other so they passed me as if they did not notice me (or possibly pretended not to.)

In the summer, when I was helping Mom with the yard work, she asked me why I looked so withdrawn. After I used the restroom, I told her about Jessi, the time at Sam’s Club, and this message. About the message and her taking me off her friends list, she said, “You made her uncomfortable.” 

I do not often trust Mom’s advice because she is sometimes wrong; she being a Korean immigrant, Mom might not know about American trends and social norms as well as American women do. In fact, I recalled when she told me to dress a certain way in middle school before going to a skating rink. My fashion that night turned out to be a big FLOP – no girl wanted to be seen with me and some boys called me a loser and queer. I decided to lean on my own knowledge of American teen fashion the next time I went, and the kids there treated me with more respect that time. This is why I did not believe Mom anytime she told me what I thought sounded too awful to be true. (I go off the assumption that, “If something sounds too awful to be true, it had better be!” Yes, if anyone wonders, it derives from “If something sounds too good to be true, then it probably is.”)

Later, I visited my old hometown of Chapman to see my old high school counselor again. She was not at home at the time so I left a note and was about to leave when she and a friend pulled up to the driveway. I was so glad I caught her just before I left. I asked her to refresh my memory about the situation with Jessi’s family in high school. She said the newsletter Jessi made for a class that I made copies of and passed around to a few friends made me seem like a threat. I asked if since that was just me acting like a high schooler, if any reasonable person would not still hold it against me when I have clearly matured in the several years since then. She agreed. Then I told her about the time at Sam’s Club. My former counselor plagiarized Mom: “You made her uncomfortable.” I did not point out that Mom also said this because I knew how nowhere that would go. I told her of a plan to send a mutual friend after her if I could not solve her problem myself and my former counselor did not object.

June 12th, 2007 arrived and I was at the Recreation Complex on the northern part of K-State. While I was minding my own business exercising, I saw Jessi and Scott pace walking down a track on the other side. Eventually, I walked toward one end of a building to use a treadmill. When I turned right to use it, out of the corner of my eye, Jessi jerked her head to her left. She and Scott were looking at me the whole time and waited for me to see them before she jerked her head. I had no idea what it meant, but my gut feeling told me it was not anything good. Then I went back upstairs to find them. They were not at their exercise stations anymore. I then turned back to the room from which I came, when I saw Jessi and Scott walking toward me on the track they were circling minutes earlier, Jessi looking down. Then they headed to the locker rooms and were not seen again.

It was made clear that she wasn’t going to let me reason with her, so I asked Larry Amer, a friend I knew for four years who was mutual friends with Jessi on Facebook, how he knew her. He beat around the bush on the message. Here is how it went:

(Egao No Genki)

June 12 at 8:16pm

So, how's summer been? What have you been up to?

But anyway, what I need to ask you is, how do you know Jessi Linder? How often do you speak with her? I suppose if you know her well enough, I'll tell you why I asked.

-(Egao No)

 

Larry Amer

June 12 at 10:05pm

I know her...i speak to her and her fiance. I actually just sent her a message yesterday...why?

 

(Egao No Genki)

June 12 at 11:03pm

Ok great. I guess whenever we see each other in person next time, I'll talk about it. Are you still in town this summer?

 

Larry Amer

June 13 at 4:06am

yes....but why were you curious whether or not i know her....that just seems kind of weird...do you know her?

 

(Egao No Genki)

June 13 at 6:02am

I knew her from middle & high school. When I looked through her list of mutual friends, you were one of the most promising connections since we both know Jacob Engle, Holland, Mike Spare, and other great people, as well as having known each other since about the '03-'04 year in Navs.


I waited until I could meet with him in person on the Sunday before the first day of classes in August. After his church service, we both went up and talked while up on the way to the Union. He said he knew Jessi from the residence halls, and that he was their photographer for their engagement photos. I told him all I could about her and the situation, and asked him to have her say why she took me off the friends list, what her parents thought of me these days, and if it is at all possible to convince her to be my friend on Facebook again. I was sure of Larry – he had more friends on Facebook than I did, so I had reason to believe he had more charisma and could smooth things over with people better. The fact that we have been friends for four years, and that he is an amicable guy, helped convince me that he was the guy for the task. So after over 30 minutes of talking, I told him that I had faith in his abilities, and that in case he failed, I would go to Kyle Baack, who was friends with her fiancé and get his help in smoothing things over. Moreover, that if Kyle Baack failed, I would get Amanda Lindahl, who knew Jessi for a long time, to have her help smooth things over between Jessi and me.

At the end, Larry said, “I don’t know if I have that much influence with her,” and said something I forgot right after. I told him to go speak to her face-to-face at her apartment, and I do not know if he did or how he contacted her. This was when I successfully persuaded someone to do something I requested him to do, and I requested Larry to persuade Jessi to do something I failed to persuade her to do, and change her mind from earlier. Later that same night, he gave me this message:

Larry Amer

August 19 at 11:52pm

She wanted me to tell you this.

Please just tell him that I am not mad at him for anything he has done to me (or believes he has done to me) or my family. My family isn't mad at him either.

She said she just feels a little uncomfortable...because you worry about it too much. She said she is not mad nor has she been....she just needs some space right now.


I had assumed that since she is not mad, she felt far better than I thought she felt. From the “needing space” part, I went under the presumption that if I waited a few months for her to cool down about the issue, I could talk to her again, so I decided to wait. I did not read too much into the message, because Larry made it sound like he really improved the situation between us. That is what also made me feel relieved for the 16 days my mind was at peace. Unfortunately, those were the last 16 days I ever felt enough abundance of inner peace.

On September 4, I checked Facebook to see if anything changed about Jessi. Then I could not find her on the search listings. I suspected immediately that she blocked me, so I logged onto a second account that nobody knew about, and when I searched again, there she was, on the top of the listing! The rest of the night, I felt like a family member just died.

I tried to get some counseling in ECS but an on-call counselor blew me off, claiming that it was “unethical” to serve someone who was already with Pawnee. That is when I failed to persuade somebody again; I failed to persuade a counselor to help me with the worst betrayal I have had in years. She made a report saying that I “mumbled,” which I believe is the professional metaphor for “I was completely tuned out from what he was telling me.” Her report’s notes did not mention my new betrayal, nor even made the slightest allusion to it. I did not want to go to Pawnee because they are not affiliated with the University, so they could not call in university students to mediate issues between each other. A Dorinda Lambert, one of the directors at ECS, was the one who ordered the counselor to blow me off. She has held a particular deep-seated dislike towards me since 2003. I was just being myself toward her then, and she does not seem to think that I have matured and developed myself since then, and will not shake her bad memory. Therefore Dorinda has made legitimate-sounding excuses to prevent me from getting help at ECS even though as a tuition-payer, I am entitled to their services, client of Pawnee or not. If they do not want to give me services, all they have to do is discount my tuition for the difference earmarked for ECS, and I promise not to speak of this again. I went to Pawnee as they made me, and predictably, that did not do me a bit of good.

I was going to send Kyle Baack after Scott, so after I told him about the situation and that sending Larry Amer failed, I told him only to go after Scott when I give him permission, and he respected that. My gut feeling told me not to, so I never gave permission. The last week of October came around, and when I searched for Scott again to see if he publicized his friends list by now (so I could learn what other mutual friends he has,) he did not show up again so I went through the same second account routine that I did when I looked for Jessi. He showed up again so I knew he blocked me too. Kyle denied ever going to Scott so I learned the theory that “time heals all wounds” was so false that nothing could be further from the truth. Something kept festering enough that even Scott, someone whom I have never talked to before, would block me too. Blocking on Facebook must be the greatest act of contempt I have ever gotten in recent memory. 

Now the face-to-face encounters with Jessi after September 4 were:

  1. I was riding my bike to the tutoring center early in October when Jessi was rolling a suitcase with a group of other friends or classmates. She was staring at me a mean, contemptuous stare. I was starting to think that maybe Larry did something more nefarious than he said he did. That he hated me inside, was friendly outside, and intended to ruin things more severely. To this day, I do not know how their meeting really went.

  2. Toward the end of October, I was getting out of the elevator on the ground floor of the Union. I saw two girls sitting on the steps to the exit. One of them hid her face behind her hair. Her pose while doing that looked rather awkward, and like she was purposefully hiding her face. Her hair was the same color and length as Jessi so I had a hunch she was probably Jessi behind her hair. How did she know it was I BEFORE she saw me appear from around the wall? Anyway, when I got on my bike, I passed the entrance again to see if she stopped hiding behind her hair yet and she still hid. To have the patience to hide behind her hair for so long would probably require so much contempt of anyone she hides from, so it was probable she was Jessi.

  3. On about the second week of November, I was walking toward a side exit in the Union cafeteria food court when I noticed Jessi staring at me. When I made eye contact, she swiftly lowered her head about half a second later. I thought, “Why won’t the passage of time ever heal anything anymore?” Whereas I previously pondered whether Larry’s influence was actually so weak, it only made things worse between Jessi and me, this got very evident.

  4. On the third or last week of January 2008, when I was folding my receipt at the front of Wal-Mart, I heard a faint whisper of “Christian…” coming from behind me. I took 10 seconds to slowly turn around, and there was Jessi again, with her hoodie up, shifting her eyes fast left and right. I thought, “Why does she HAVE TO let me know she’s here if she hates me so much? I gave her enough time to turn away and pretend not to notice me when I would not have been able to see her. Why did she not do that? Why does she have to keep rubbing it in and remind me just how much she holds me in contempt??”

  5. On the second week of February (February 10, 2008, I believe,) I was walking into Dillon’s on the east side of town and Jessi waited for me to make eye contact while staring at me. Then as soon as I saw her, she walked backwards with her cart. Her hair was cut shorter at this point, but her face still looked much like Jessi’s. Then I parked my cart on the other end of the aisle so I could pick some drinks. Then she started down my aisle and made her selections. As soon as she passed me, I finished my selection and followed about six-seven feet behind her to get to my cart. She acted natural, as if she did not know me at all. I presumed that if she had still held me in such deep contempt, she would start running away scared, but she calmly walked down the aisle as if she passed any regular guy. She acted better than I expected, so this could be a sign that her grudge toward me may be starting to dissolve! That was the last time I ever saw her.

Still, Jessi and Scott have me blocked on Facebook, and it still hurts me like an impalement in my side every day. I only ask that they both at least unblock me, as that would feel the equivalent of a surgeon carefully removing the source of my agony and healing the wound. The pair does not live in Manhattan anymore, so I cannot send another mutual friend after them. Therefore, my plan is to write them a letter and have a mutual friend personally deliver it to their home. They have since been married and moved to parts unknown, so I could not get it delivered myself, as I do not know their current address. That is why I will send it to a mutual friend first, with instructions to deliver it personally and be with them when they read it to make sure Jessi and Scott do not rip up the letter after only reading my name. I will also give my messenger two other copies just in case Jessi and Scott rip up the letter anyway before s/he could tell them to stop. 

I plan to give the letter to the mutual friend shortly before I board a flight out of the country, with instructions only to deliver it to Jessi and Scott as soon as I have left the United States. I plan to take this precaution in case they try to stir up a legal quagmire on me; they could not do such a thing to anyone outside of national jurisdiction. I have plans to serve in various causes and make a living outside the United States sometime after finishing college so this is when I will use this opportunity to my advantage. Included in this letter will be instructions to reply to me on Facebook, as it would be the most practical and cost-effective method available in that situation.

When I try to persuade them and change their mind through this planned letter, I will be sure to mention my Asperger Syndrome, and how during her training to become a secondary math teacher, she should have learned by now that Autism and related spectrum disorders are a fast growing epidemic among students today. (Now, about 1 in 150 children have varying forms of Autism.) More students with Autism Spectrum disorders are now entering mainstream classes, one of which Jessi would teach. I would hope that after she has taught a few such students that she would become more sympathetic to the plight of everyone with forms of Autism, including myself, and understand better why I was the way I was. 

From this newfound understanding, I sincerely hope she and Scott will learn to forgive me and dissolve their grudge towards me once and for all. I do not deserve their hurtful acts of contempt because what I was born with causes me to have certain traits and tendencies I cannot help. I still try to be friendly and amicable to anyone I meet, and hopefully the fact that I still try to be a great person despite my inherent adversities will be enough to win them back to being friends again (or at least enough to take me off their block lists, which is the least I ask.) The only fault was I did not let them know of my Asperger issue earlier, nor have the courage to at least try to talk to Jessi and her parents at Sams Club, otherwise things may have gone a far better route. I have also since learned that the way I dealt with the situation at Sam’s Club was called showing “insecurity.” I had not learned until months later that “insecurity” is a big turn-off to plenty of gals. If I had known of this term, how gals react to it, and how Jessi would react if I had opted not to talk to her and her parents at that checkout aisle, I would have made a different choice and probably talked to them. Sometimes, it is an immensely painful process to simply mature and gain situational life experiences.

My social & possibly emotional intelligence is currently no older than that of a 17-year-old from my estimates, but I still try really hard to progress beyond that. Some may even say I try too hard, but that sounds like a compliment to me because trying “too” hard may mean I am progressing faster. Through failures, including failures in persuading and changing minds, lay the groundwork and paths for successes. A failure may just be all that it takes to show me how to succeed better. On a side note, I plan to take COMM 525 (Persuasion) in order to negotiate better and be better able to mend more broken relationships.


What does Google think of Christian? (Personal Entry)

Instructions


Find the first result with the sentence STARTING WITH the following strings:

1) Type in "[your name] needs" in the Google search.
2) Type in "[your name] looks like" in Google search.
3) Type in "[your name] says" in Google search.
4) Type in "[your name] wants" in Google search.
5) Type in "[your name] does" in Google search.
6) Type in "[your name] hates" in Google search.
7) Type in "[your name] asks" in Google search.
8) Type in "[your name] likes " in Google search.
9) Type in "[your name] eats " in Google search.
10) Type in "[your name] wears " in Google search.
11) Type in "[your name] was arrested for" in Google Search.
12) Type in "[your name] loves" in Google Search.
13) Type in "[your name] will be" in Google Search.
14) Type in "[your name] studies" in Google Search.
15) Type in "[your name] buys (or bought)" in Google Search.
16) Type in "[your name] watches (or watched)" in Google Search.
17) Type in "[your name] fixes (or fixed)" in Google Search.

Answers


1. Christian needs to go to summer school
1a. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W08oikzcoqQ
1b. I had nightmares about that in 3rd grade, but I'll not mind only if I'll like summer school better.

2. Christian looks like a LLAMA
2a. http://sports.webshots.com/photo/1216127290061192040DicUKY
2b. Ew. That wouldn't fly too high on HotOrNot.com.

3. Christian says, everyone's to love him
3a. http://www.danielash.org/.go/tonesontail/lyrics/christan_says
3b. It's almost like someone wrote this song for me. But yeah, I would feel more of the innocence of a child again if everybody loved me so.

4. Christian Wants Kidney Back from Hell-Bound Pagan
4a. http://atheism.about.com/b/2004/06/06/christian-wants-kidney-back-from-hell-bound-pagan.htm
4b. I think we can clone copies of organs now. Or let's hope we do soon enough. If cloning organs for others will pay well, I'll not mind copying mine, but I think they'll only copy the best of the best.

5. Christian Does Not Mean Being Patsy
5a. http://www.capemaycountyherald.com/article/38992-christian-does-not-mean-being-patsy
5b. There are plenty of Christians in the Marines, and organizations that are possibly tougher than them. If I were a patsy, I'd want to be a girl, but I just want to be younger. I've seen athletic 17-year-olds, like Erik Birch (when he was that age,) for example. Oh, and I've been meaning to look 17 again.

6. Christian Hates Most Movies
6a. http://christianhatesmovies.blogspot.com/
6b. Whatever. I guess I hate a lot of them, but most of them? C'mon.
6c. (There was a Mice Pace profile that had a sentence starting with that string, and a swear word, so I didn't use it. You can find it here though: http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=424239953 )

7. Christian asks: Was Prophet Muhammed just Insane?
7a. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GLu6ThfY_vQ
7b. A Muslim could ask if Prophet Joseph Smith was just insane. Or a Shinto could ask if Prophet Jesus Christ was just insane.

8. Christian likes bikes on Flickr
8a. http://www.flickr.com/photos/pancakejess/3069171312/
8b. I sure do! I would hope to get a bike with an electrically-assisting motor for uphill work. You know, the kind that recharges by pedaling or downhill inertia when not in use?

9. Christian eats dumplings
9a. http://biggestmenu.com/rdr/CA/San-Gabriel/Luscious-Dumplings-1594848/Christian-eats-dumplings-48620
9b. Every once in a while, Mom makes Korean dumplings called ya-ki man-du and they're GREAT especially after getting dipped in soy sauce.

10. Christian WEARS MAKEUP!!!
10a. http://family.webshots.com/photo/1352730844060055279EiHqOl
10b. Even though I don't any now, I've been meaning to get some kind of cream to make me look younger, as long as it doesn't also make me look like a woman.

11. Christian was arrested for allegations that he assaulted his mother and sister in London just last week.
11a. http://www.jfxonline.com/tag/christian-bale/
11b. The thought of that just makes me cringe. I'd rather give them hugs.

12. Christian loves his hair
12a. http://crackle.com/c/Blogs_and_Podcasts/Christian_loves_his_hair/1756186
12b. Since the above video link doesn't seem to have a video to play, let's try the next result:
12c. christian loves a good pupil on Flickr
12d. http://www.flickr.com/photos/pancakejess/3205862270/
12e. Eh, I don't consider myself teaching material, but if it's some hidden subject/talent that I will grow to unconditionally love, then I may get to love the pupil that I teach this to.

13. Christian will be appearing on the Late Late Show (CBS) with Craig Ferguson on Friday, November 7th.
13a. http://www.christianslater.com/
13b. I would hope to know all my words ahead of time so I don't slip and stutter on national TV. By golly, that would tense me up way too much.

14. (...) Christian Studies is an academic course that is taught with the same standards—class time, homework, and testing—as other comparable subjects, such as Classical Studies and American-Modern Studies.
14a. http://www.memoriapress.com/articles/What-Is-Christian-Studies.html
14b. Too much had to do with classes about Christianity in numerous schools. I couldn't find anything about some guy named Christian studying something.

15. Christian Buys Fellers Offices
15a. http://www.allbusiness.com/marketing-advertising/4120758-1.html
15b. *yawn*

16. Christian Watches
16a. http://store.hiscollections.com/chwa.html
16b. This isn't part of a sentence but I thought I'd show you religiously-themed watches anyway. However, let's try again.
16c. christian watched me eat sushi on Flickr
16d. http://www.flickr.com/photos/pancakejess/3069157712/
16e. Is this something worth Flickr'ing on about? What a boring headline!

17. Christian fixes himself a Sandwich!
17a. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VBSsGB3dXxU
17b. Why does this note have to go out with a whimper? Ideally, they should climb to a climax and end with a BANG! This YouTube video just disappoints; what was the point of making such an inconsequential video? See, it only has 61 views. Let's make an 18th one just to excite the ending, shall we?

18) Type in "[your name] explodes (or exploded)" in Google Search.

18. Christian explodes, chewing wildly.
18a. http://www.gravityfed.com/articles/reality-check.html
18b. Was he eating Pop Rocks? I wonder how big those explosions would be if those Pop Rocks were the size of Jawbreakers.

Saturday, February 21, 2009

My 25 facts (Strict 50-words-per-fact version) (Personal Entry)

My previous version got so long some of them started to have one fact per ENTRY. The idea is to keep them short, so I will also release a short version. Not all of them will be the same facts that I mentioned in my original 25 facts because what's the use in giving summaries for what I've already told you?

Each of my 25 facts here will have a strict, 50-word limit. I've already tagged 25 friends on my other series of 25 facts so I don't feel compelled to tag as many here.

(Note: If you have been tagged, please press CTRL+F and type your name to find where I mentioned you.)

1.

I have unsolved goals from my teenage years, so I've largely not moved on, just like how a ghost sticks around and doesn't move to the next existence plane until they solve what they needed to from when they lived. Once those goals are solved, I'll feel more "teenage closure."

2.

(First sentence truncated for T&C reasons). I also plan to copy my Facebook entries onto there because my Blogspot account feels more immortal than my Facebook account.

3.

Naomi (Mimi) has unbreakable integrity! In my youngest sister's Kindergarten year, I finished her math packet and she erased it of her own free will without Mrs. Wieters telling her to. Also, I have NEVER made her laugh no matter how hard I've tried.

4.

I don't know how old Mimi is mature on the inside, but looks-wise, I believe she could pass as a 7th grader while her friends Alyssa, Emma, and Jessica could pass as 10th or even 11th graders. (Sorry, Mimi!)

5.

When Britany told me, "Because I was Very Much a freshman," I thought of the balloons unpopping at 2:16 in the video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LbkNxYaULBw

6.

I’m inclined to publicly air distressful betrayals via blog-notes or status updates. If I knew I had more to lose, I'd substitute names with aliases and/or set privacy controls to let just a few friends read them. However, I’m all ears over better ways to solve them and move on.

7.

A song played in my head when on The Ides of March, 2008, Luke helped me move (temporarily) out of my apartment before I left for Japan. If Life Had A Soundtrack, "GIVE ME 40 ACRES" played that night. Listen: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qDxVJ471hyg (N.B.: BEWARE OF THE IDES OF MARCH!!!)

8.

I believe that if cosmetic science keeps advancing and accelerating at its current rate, and I take anti-aging products then, I will look 20 when I'm 50. Or hopefully even younger. Or better yet, I'll come to terms with my life and not mind aging as I've been.

9.

I want life to have a teleprompter. If I had a heads-up-display on my eyeglasses or contact lenses, I would not halt in mid-sentence to make sure I correctly say the rest because my responses will somehow be prepared and on the screen before I say it.

10.

I graduated high school at semester to try and get more respect from my parents, show I've matured, and to inflate my ego. I've felt inadequate since and may take adult high school classes when I find the time, just to get a feeling of completeness and "teenage closure."

11.

I wanted to grow up in Topeka or Salina. At least I would have been able to go to Chuck E. Cheese's, "The City," or the fun park with the go-karts every weekend. But WHY did I have to grow up in a town full of (virtually) NOTHING to do?

12.

Good riddance to the tiny town that didn't help shape me into the guy I could have been. The tornado should have also hit MY old house; we'd have been done with it forever once our insurance paid us out. It'll require extensive renovations before it's fit for sale.

13.

I used to play on Neopets to attempt to connect with my inner child, but they don't allow religious talk and are way too strict in other things. I've since been disenchanted by that disappointment of a "'family-friendly' site" now top-heavy with bureaucracy.

14.

My first french-kiss was at age 11 with Valerie Bredhahl (sp?) of Fairfield, NE. Her mother managed a hotel we stayed at in Topeka. (Her handwriting looked like "Fairviewes" so when I searched an atlas glossary, the closest spelling I found was "Fairfield.") I cannot find her on Facebook.

15.

I know two people from Harvard! ^_^ They are Chad and Albert.

16.

I once tried to date a communist. Her name (aliased) was Si Miao "Cissi" Chienne. I guess I was too "democratic" for her own good! ;) Hey, at least I gave Communists a chance at me. Many of them return the favor but many others still aren't ready to yet.

17.

I have great respect for my other sister Natasha. She really knows how to comport herself around others, and could already pass as a college student. In fact, she's already taken a few college courses. I wish she'd be my older sister instead because she already seems like one.

18.

A ToastMasters question: "If you had only ONE wish, and could wish anything, what would you wish?" My answer: "One wish alone cannot wish away the rule against wishing for more, so I'd wish for a lab to invent a practical method to teleport people and cargo next week."

19.

When I was little, I thought cremated people went to Hell because cremation pretty much describes "Hell-on-Earth.") I still hate the idea of burning bodies; they seem less resurrectable than buried bodies for when medical science advances far enough to be able to resurrect people who've been dead longer.

20.

When I think of my final flight home from last August (a connecting flight from Denver to Wichita,) I think of (a church friend from Wichita) euphorically raising both arms up, heavenly clouds above, eyes closed and smiling, and the song "Thanks For The Buggy Ride." Listen: http://local.aaca.org/junior/cartunes/mp3/26-Thanks_For_the_Buggyride.mp3 or http://local.aaca.org/junior/cartunes/mp3/26-Thanks_for_the_Buggy_Ride.mp3

21.

I don't want to read the old-fashioned way (i.e. on bound reams of dead trees) unless their content captivates exceptionally. Instead, I would much rather opt to find an online version of that book (or use a scanner) and have my laptop narrate it to me on a text-to-speech application.

22.

After returning from overseas, I had originally planned to drive a rental car back home for the extra adventuring factor, but that entire trip would've cost several times more than a flight ticket. If I had the cash to drive back, I would've also visited Jordan Anderson along the way.

23.

I hope to develop a practical method to retrofit existing streetlights with solar panels and (little) wind turbines. After recharging the battery inside the pole in the daytime (and even very windy nighttimes), the excess power will go to the grid and save money and the environment for us all.

24.

Whenever I have a standalone house, I hope to fasten many solar panels on roofs and wind turbines around the yard so we sell to the grid instead. The wind turbines will be "my trees;" my future wife can do the biological work and plant real ones.

25.

Instead of applying for mortgages that'll turn on you once laid off, I plan to live in a home made out of fireproof shipping containers. Each section is cheap and I can add more to accommodate a growing family. See:
http://flickr.com/photos/janky/sets/72157594292059910/
http://www.greenhomebuilding.com/articles/containers.htm
http://www.pfnc.net/
http://www.globalpeacecontainers.com/index.html
http://weburbanist.com/2008/08/25/buying-designing-and-building-cargo-container-homes/
http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&rlz=1B3RNFA_enUS243JP275&q=container+homes&btnG=Search

(Epilogue: Contrary to what some of you may have thought, the URLs only counted as one word because anything without a space between is considered one word. Therefore, I stayed within the 50-word limit! =) )

Epilogue 2: I'm putting up some extra "bonus facts" below. (If you think they should replace a certain fact or two of the 25 facts, let me know which and I'll consider that.)

Extra #1:

Upon seeing that Xander Jeanneret wasn't my friend anymore, I thought of when Sarah Chandler's dog broke SBD wind in front of me and Chris Speirs while home-teaching at her house. (the dog’s stunk way worse than humans’.) I wonder how big the explosion would be if lit.

Extra #2:

I am counting on the hyped 12-21-2012 apocalypse to write off (wipe off) my student loans. Nothing like a cataclysm forcing me to live in a bomb shelter while not having to worry about debts anymore. If not the cataclysm, I’ll leave it up to God.

Extra #3:

I hope to get a long-term career in Korea. Hopefully I'll be employed by an American corporation and be paid in $USD. (The exchange rates for us are SPECTACULAR!)

Friday, February 20, 2009

LAST long FACT about myself! 25/25: Planned future home, and a future to change for energy.

(Continued from "24/25 facts about myself: "How I would change things if I woke up in my past." (One fact per note now.)."

(Foreword: If you've been tagged, press Ctrl+F and type your name to find where I mentioned you.)

25.

I will not get a home the traditional way. I would hate to bust the bank for that. I would much rather start small with a kind of home that is easy to expand with the family. Easy like Lego-blocks, but with welding and other work put in between. It will also help the environment. Then I want to retrofit current streetlights with solar panels and little wind turbines. Basically, help the environment with everyday environs.

25a.

Student loans are/were (someday "were") troublesome enough. We need not saddle ourselves with mortgages. Do we expect a 6-member family? Therefore, some couples who do will buy a 4-bedroom house (assuming bunks in the childrens' bedrooms) with one set aside for guests. However, they may not get around to having 4 children because they can't afford raising them, much because they have to put a bulk of it towards the mortgage.

25a.i.

I WILL NOT BUY INTO THAT PATH. I don't know how many times people need to make the same mistake before others will know what's coming. I'd like to bet it wouldn't take even several times for me to watch others make this home owning mistake.

25a.ii.

Let us hope that after many watch this video, we'll know better than to waltz into our own traps: http://www.crisisofcredit.com/ Instead of dangerous mortgages, consider an alternative...

25b. Introducing: Modular Container Homes



25b.i.

The economy's been stalling out into a flat-spin, causing demand for shipping containers to nose-dive. Shipyards get saddled with loads of unwanted shipping containers so they get desperate to get rid of them. No wonder their prices are so low.

25b.ii.

Even though they're the size of mobile homes, they are MUCH stronger, and MUCH cheaper (mostly due to supply/demand.) Unlike traditional mobile homes though, they can stack adjacent to and ATOP each other.

25b.iii.

So instead of a preset size that is basically like taking bad gamble, why not just have your house grow with the family?

25b.iv.

See the container homes and some organizations behind them below. First, let's start off with an article of the best pictures of them put together: http://weburbanist.com/2008/05/26/cargo-container-homes-and-offices/

25b.v.

http://www.pfnc.net/

25b.vi.

http://www.globalpeacecontainers.com/index.html

25b.vii.

http://weburbanist.com/2008/08/25/buying-designing-and-building-cargo-container-homes/

25b.viii.

http://www.greenhomebuilding.com/articles/containers.htm

25b.ix.

http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&rlz=1B3RNFA_enUS243JP275&q=container+homes&btnG=Search

25b.x.

http://flickr.com/photos/janky/sets/72157594292059910/

25b.xi.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h4qe0SsHKno (And you will find more related videos on a related video list to your right.)

25b.xii.

With a fraction of the cost-per-sq.-ft. of a traditionally-built home, I will come out well-ahead. I will also be sure to pre-pay for each section so that without monthly payments to be saddled with, I don't have to worry about being foreclosed on should I ever get laid off from a job. (Assuming I have to work for someone else.)

25c.

Once I have this house, I want to install solar panels on its roofs. I don't want to draw electricity from the grid; I want to give back to it.

25d.

The "trees" I'll "plant" will be wind turbines in an orchard-like sequence on my property.

25d.i.

Perhaps on the top of the turbines' poles (and surprisingly clear of the blades no less,) solar panels may be. Why not let these turbines' poles go double-duty? See image below:



25e.

I'll not be interested in the biological side of things; my wife can plant actual trees (out of proximity of the turbines) and do gardening work. (though I may assist her out of the kindness of my heart.)

25f.

Finally, I wish to retrofit streetlights with wind turbines and solar panels. Therefore, they'll look a bit like the photo above, except a light fixture will protrude off the side of the Fenestron shield. In fact, see something like that on the photo below.



25f.i.

A battery inside a pole will power the streetlight all night. The solar panel and wind turbine will recharge the pole. (Windy nights help even further!) During the day, after the pole battery (or the neologistic portmanteau "polery" or "poletery?") is fully charged, the panel & turbine will feed their excess back to the grid!

25f.ii.

That will save the city and its residents considerable energy costs. Also, this will help the environment because when tens of these streetlights turn to hundreds to thousands to millions across the nation, we can start shutting down the biggest polluters in the land.

25f.iii.

If I have these around my own property, I can make money off of selling back to the grid. You can do the same if you're up to getting them.

25g.

If you've seen the egg-beater wind turbine, I was told somewhere that they capture more wind than the traditional ones do. See http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Egg_beater_wind_turbine

25g.i.

Turns out though, they don't seem to give as much ground clearance. Maybe they'll also go up on the roofs as long as they don't interfere with the roof solar panels' collection of the Sun's rays. I'm sure I'll install one or two of these somewhere on my property.

25h. (EPILOGUE)

It's about time the ENTIRE SERIES got finished. Tim pointed out they were supposed to be brief. I see that others' 25 facts are usually no more than a single paragraph long. That is why I have made a 50-word-per-fact version. I plan to post that next, and many of them will be different from the ones I have already posted.

Monday, February 16, 2009

24/25 facts about myself: "How I would change things if I woke up in my past." (One fact per note now.) (Personal Entry)

(Continued from "23/25 facts about myself: "I will marry one day." (Valentine-themed) (One fact per note now.)" due to length. Each "fact" itself is getting so long now, they each warrant their own entry.)

(Foreword: If you've been tagged, press Ctrl+F and type your name to find where I mentioned you.)

(Foreword 2: Unique people tagged thus far: 25/25. Andrew was 24th, and Jacob was 25th.)

(Foreword 3: This note may be too long for a lot of you but I put in some facts that I'd be embarrassed to reveal in a typical conversation. To feel comfortable about adding them, I bury them in a sea of other text so they're hard to find. If you still insist on finding them, get "ReadPlease" at http://www.ReadPlease.com and have the program narrate my note for you.)

24.

Here is what I would do different and change things if I somehow woke up in the past. Let us assume that all of my memories and everything I've learned up to February 16, 2009 (today) somehow remains intact no matter how far into the past I wake up.

24a.

If I wake up on the first day of my Freshman Year of college, I would drop French, return the French textbooks for a refund, and take Japanese. "French I" at K-State had us move way too fast.

24a.i.

If I had the fortune of growing up in a bigger town whose school district offered French at their Middle and High schools, (THANKS FOR NOTHING, CHAPMAN!!! Manhattan or Salina, I missed growing up with you instead.) I would have been able to learn French at the right pace that I'd have more time for other things in life and still keep everything manageable. It's like French was a now-or-never subject to learn from high school (at most.)

24a.ii.

(Somehow, I was comfortable with Kyoko Mizuno-sensei's Japanese-instructing regimen when she still taught at K-State.)

24a.iii.

I would also have joined the PILOTS program ASAP and get as many tutors as I can for the subjects I took that year, ASAP.

24a.iv.

Also on the first day of classes that year, I got a call from my interviewer, but didn't know it at the time. That's because Alltel was wrangling with lawyers to let us have Caller ID. My phone rang in a lecture class, and I whispered that I couldn't speak right now because I had class, and hung up. I hadn't realized it was the interviewer from Sears until days or weeks later.

For that, I would wait outside of the lecture hall until the call came, then I'd get to have a full talk with him. Hopefully I'd have won at the Interview and the call would have been an offer for me to attend a new employee's orientation in a few days! Or maybe that they found a better-suited candidate so I was passed over in their selections.

If I did get the job and had started working at Sears, how different would my life be today???

24b.

If I wake up in January 1995, when my youngest sister Mimi was born, I would beg my Dad not to forcibly stop himself from being able to procure more siblings. (Like he did later that month. The TMI boundaries are cloudy to me, so I don't know if this is overstepping bounds or not. However, I tried what I could to make it as discreet and politically correct-sounding as possible. If you have any ideas on how to make this sound less TMI'ish, I'm all ears but I still want to mention that I cannot have brothers now.)

24b.i.

Knowing that I'm the last male Shultz in the lineage, (no first and second paternal male cousins, remember?) I would beg my Dad to let us have a biological brother so that I wouldn't have to worry about getting married and extending the family lineage myself. I'd hope and pray that my brother would have the social clout needed to start his own family.

24b.ii.

I'd keep begging Dad until I was as blue in the face as a KU Jayhawks fan!

24c.

If I woke up at the beginning of the last week of classes in May 2004, I would apply to join the Flint Hills Job Corps because with the pleasant dorm-like living amenities, and the fact that they train students for various jobs, I would have completely avoided my "Second Year of Hell," which will be covered in a future blog.

24c.i.

If the Flint Hills Job Corps somehow rejected my application, I'd opt to go down to the Leadership Training Camp at Kansas Bible Camp northwest of Hutchinson to train to be a staffer/counselor. Even though the staff cabins have less amenities than my current apartment, it would have been FAR better than the way I lived from May 2004 - May 2005.

24c.ii.

I understand that first-year staffers aren't given as many weeks to staff and counsel as the more seasoned co-staffers. However, if I explained to Andrew Hawkinson (a highly amicable, godly fellow who is one of KBC's top leaders) what my living situation would be if I had to return home, he would likely be merciful enough to let me stay and staff all summer. All that hard, manual work in maintaining buildings, grounds, chopping wood, and anything else needed done would have been the most pleasant alternative straight from Heaven.

24c.iii.

After getting to know enough people at KBC, SOMEBODY would have arranged for me to start working a decent-enough job to help me get by better and start going back to college.

24d.

If I woke up sometime in August 2004, I would not have applied to work at a fast-food establishment that I hate to even mention anymore. (I still order meals from there once in a while, but everyone deserves better than to work there; only robots should IMHO.)

24d.i.

I didn't enroll for classes that semester because I didn't have a place to live in Manhattan. But assuming I wake up at that point in the past, I would have enrolled for classes ANYWAY, and find places to sleep in the following ways:

24d.ii.

2 days: Sleepover at Jacob Engle's dorm.
1 day: Sleepover at Jacob Holland's dorm. (DY was particular about visitors, according to Holland. At least he's not a Director there anymore.) (YAY, JAKE! Last but most, YOU'RE TAGGED FRIEND #25!! I made the goal!)
2 days: Sleepover at the home of a mutual friend of Holland and Engle.
2 days: Sleepover at the home of another mutual friend of Holland and Engle.
(And repeat.)

24d.iii.

Better to be homeless and alternate between places to sleepover than to live in the place I did that time!

24e.

If I woke up on March 22nd, 2007, a day we went shopping in Salina, right before we went to Sam's Club, I would have opted to browse around in Target (next door) instead.

24e.i.

That way, I would have avoided an encounter with "Jeanessa DeSpatznio (née Ryndella)" (aliased) and her parents. Had they never seen me, there never would have started a chain of events that led to one of the biggest dramas in my life that I still ache very much from to this day.

24f.

If I woke up on December 12, 2002, I would have never tried to ask her sister, "Jeanine Ryndella" (aliased) out, as it somewhat tied in to the drama of 24e. If this never happened, I would have been fine meeting "Jeanessa's" family at Sam's Club four years and three months later. On that December day, I probably would have asked out "Alpharetta Coate" (aliased) instead.

24g.

If I woke up in the beginning of my 7th grade year again, (!!!) I would not put up with "Mrs. Fazekas" (aliased) the second time. Looking back, I would Much rather embark on a cross-country hiking trek than deal with her again!

24g.i.

I would put together some camping supplies, pack clothes in my backpack a bunch of snacks, and etc., and hide them somewhere in my room. I'd steal some of my parents' cash (At 12, I'd have less qualms about theft especially for the sake of escape) and one night, when my parents can't see or hear me, I'd sneak out and run away!

24g.ii.

Once out of there, I guess I'd try to hitch-hike to San Diego, where Uncle Steve lived (and still lives today.) (I don't think I should tag him; he's too good to me to be called attention to this note!) Generally, people are more charitable to 12-year-olds than they are to adults, so I probably would've been picked up more often and be left more money to help myself survive.

24g.iii.

Let's say s/he gets very conversational:
Driver: "So, kid. What's your name?"

Me: "Leoric Albrecht Roper. Call me Leo for short."

24g.iv.

Driver: "Where are you from, who are your parents, and why are you running away, Leo?"

Me: "My parents are Shirley and Brent Roper. We're from Topeka, and do you know about Matthew Shepard?"

24g.v.

Driver: "No, I don't. What about him? What's going on?"

Me: (thinking to myself: "Oh, no! He hasn't happened yet!! Let's play psychic though.") "He was a homosexual college student that a couple of punks beat up and left to die somewhere in Wyoming. When our family heard about it, they went to picket his funeral, saying nasty things like he's now burning in Hell, and other horrible stuff. I guess it wasn't on the news in your neck of the woods, or something. If you know anything about Fred Phelps, he's my grandfather, and the pastor of Westboro Baptist Church.

I ran away because I got far too disgusted with my family and their hateful ways. I'm the unluckiest boy in Kansas to have ever been born into that family. I want to be someone else now, so I'm going to San Diego to live with someone I know."

24g.vi.

Driver: "That's sad, and they're a bunch of sick people. You must be the wisest kid in the family to know better enough to run away from them. Who do you know down there?"

Me: "Some third cousin once removed. I call him my "Uncle" for short and because it's easier. He's also sickened by the Phelps and Roper family, and will give me a much better life once I make it to his house."

24g.vii.

Driver: "I don't know where I'll drop you off, but what if a cop or someone wants to take you back?"

Me: "I would hope they'd be understanding when I tell them that if I'm EVER brought back, my folks will beat me so hard I'll have to use a wheelchair for the rest of my life. They're hateful AND strict! Or at best, they'll disown me and deny EVER having me for a son. If they decided to take me back and beat me, and I called Child Protective Services on them, they're also a bunch of lawyers! They'll sue CPS out of commission and abuse me even harder for making that call!"

24g.viii.

Driver: "Tell you what: How about I drive you to Salina and buy you a Greyhound bus ticket to San Diego? Then you'll not have to worry about those evildoers anymore."

Me: "REALLY? You'd do that?!"

24g.ix.

Driver: "If that'll get you a better life, sure! I'll just have to tell the station attendants that I'm your aunt/uncle and sending you off to live with your other uncle, then they'll be sure to let you on by yourself."

Me: "Aww, you're the nicest guy/woman in the world!"

24g.x.

At the bus station:
Station attendant: "Can I see your ID?"
Me: "What ID? I'm only 12."
24g.xi. Station attendant: "Some schools give you student IDs. Do you have one?"
Me: "No, I was homeschooled by my family. Homeschoolers don't get student IDs."

24g.xii.

Station attendant: "Ok, I guess I'll have to take your word for it, Leoric. Here's your ticket. Get on the bus before #:##, because that's when it leaves."
(Then we say our goodbyes, and the hitcher tells me whatever advice, etc.)

24g.xiii.

I didn't carry around my military ID card either; Mom had it in her purse because if I had to go anywhere that I needed to show my ID card (principally Fort Riley,) then I would most likely be with Mom. Chapman Middle School didn't issue student IDs back then, and I highly doubt any school in USD 473 does now. (A growing amount of elementary and middle schools are issuing them now, however. Back in the '90s though, that was maybe 1-in-150 schools?) At least I would've had a convincing excuse not to carry any form of ID with me at age 12.

24g.xiv.

I would hope that a radio and/or local TV APB would be put out about my disappearance only once I was in Oklahoma or Colorado, therefore out of range of the bus's radio and their stations' TVs.

24g.xv.

I would anticipate the following:
My driver who picked me up would see this news report. "Oh, he lied to me!! I guess he was afraid that I'd return him to his REAL family. His life predicament must be nearly as bad as what he told me otherwise he wouldn't have ran away in the first place."

Then s/he'd tell the police that the picture and description my family provided matches his/her hitchhiker. Once at the police interview, she'd tell them I was headed off to San Diego, so they'll ask the San Diego P.D. to wait for a boy fitting the description to get off the bus there.

24g.xvi.

So if my bus was headed west on I-70, then chances are, I'd stop for a layover in Las Vegas. Knowing cops would wait for me in San Diego, I'd then hike down the Strip and try to hitchhike a limousine:

Celebrity: "What's a KID with a hiking pack doin' tryin' to hitch a ride!? Driver, pull over!"
Celebrity: (rolls down window) "Hey kid, what you hitchin' fo'?"
Me: (sniffles) "I have an abusive life back home. I can NOT go back; that's like sending a runaway Jew back to a concentration camp! I HATE it there! And can I come in?"

24g.xvii.

Celebrity: "Yeah, get in. Tell me all about it."
(I hop in the limousine)
Me: (coming clean with the truth) I ran away to prevent "Mrs. Fazekas" from ruining my life. She's a (faculty title that'll let people know too much about me) who (a job description that creates the same effect). I would get hated and bullied by too many classmates because of that! I also want to date girls very much now; no girl will ever give me a chance if they know about it!

"Mrs. Fazekas" is practically someone out of an Orwellian novel; I won't have the freedom that I would get to have without women like "Mrs. Fazekas around. Because of her, I'll get in more severe trouble for anything, than I would without her around. Other kids who don't have her would get to get away with it, because she isn't so Orwellian around them. Even if a typical teacher caught them, they'd get less of a punishment than "Mrs. Fazekas" would give me."

24g.xviii.

Celebrity: "So it's because she'll be (job description) all the time, that you'd get in more trouble all the time? Hey, you know, I share, and like, your rebellious spirit. If she taught everybody, I'd bet of you students would rebel against her in some way. Heck, if I was at your school, I'd probably be leadin' the charge!

So, were you headed here to hopefully get into the show business?"

Me: "Naw, I left the Greyhound station here because I think my parents had to have reported my disappearance to the police by now.

I think it went on local TV and radio, and the guy/gal who picked me up when I hitchhiked may have seen a report of me on the news and told police that I was headed to San Diego. Now they must've told the SDPD to wait for me at their bus stop, so I got off here. I'm hoping I can find any different ride to San Diego now. Doesn't matter what it is."

24g.xix.

Celebrity: "What were you gonna do in San Diego?"

Me: "I don't remember Uncle Steve's address anymore, so I was going to find it in the phone book and live with him. He'll get me in a far better school with far more different types of classes than I was at. Man, my school sucked!"

24g.xx.

Celebrity: "Did you tell your driver that you'd be visiting an uncle?"

Me: "Yeah? Why?"

24g.xxi.

Celebrity: "That ain't safe either now. When the police gets your driver and your parents together, and they exchange what they know, the police will also stake out Uncle Steve's house. Even if they don't right now, they will when they realize you aren't getting off at the San Diego bus stop!

Me: "Aww, no! NOW what'll I do???"

24g.xxii.

Celebrity: "How about I make you disappear 'til you're at least 18? I've got LOTS of connections! They'll give you a new name, a new face, and a new life. I know a few celebrity friends who'd want to adopt kids like yourself, man. You don't need a crummy, messed-up life like you did back at home, dawg. Why not just chill with us and make it big? What do you like to do?"

Me: "Wow! I'd like to act and sing! I want to be KNOWN all around the world, (celebrity!) What do you mean a new "face?" You're giving me a facelift, as in plastic surgery?"

24g.xxiii.

Celebrity: "Haha! You got 'dat right! But I ain't givin' it; I know some cosmeticists who will. We're gonna start you on the path to STARDOM! You'll be the poster child of a bad life turned glamorous! I promise I'm gonna make you BIG!

Driver: "We're just about to enter your concert, sir. Better put your flash-glasses on and get ready!"

Celebrity: "Yeah, a'ight. Take Christian to my hotel room. I'll send some of my associates to help him start the big time!"

Me: "Can I have your autograph before you go?"

Celebrity: "Yeah, just a second." (pulls out resume stationery; signs.) "Here you go; have fun with it."

Me: "COOL! Thanks!"

(End of Dialogs)

24g.xxiv.

Then I suppose the limo-driver or another one of the celebrity's concierges escorts me to a penthouse suite on the top floor of a Strip hotel. I get to shower, enjoy the lavish digs and prepare myself for stardom under a new identity. Hopefully he gets me a facelift before news of my disappearance goes national because I'd hate for people to recognize me anywhere for the WRONG reasons! I'd then flip on the TV and hope I haven't made national headlines.

24g.xxv.

(Conclusion of 24g: The events depicted in this hypothetical runaway situation may seem largely unrealistic, but I unleashed my "storyteller's side" today. I aspire to be a renowned fiction author one day, and this may become the basis for one of my books.)

24h.

If I woke up in the beginning of my SIXTH grade year, I would be far better behaved and do much better in pretty much everything then. I probably wouldn't be as enchanted at playing "Sim City 2000," now that I've since gotten seasoned with more sophisticated games. How I'd be in 6th grade the second time around wouldn't require "Mrs. Fazekas" anymore.

24h.i.

I'd also draft my parents a sincere, heartfelt note requesting that we move closer to wherever Dad worked (Salina or Topeka; unsure) because schools are much better there and I hate depriving my childhood by being stuck in Chapman. I would hope they'd at least transfer me to Abilene Middle school, though I don't know if their USD 435 buses would have a route to pick me up from.

24h.ii.

Ah, I think since Dad alternated between working in Topeka and Salina but still lived in Chapman nonetheless, Manhattan would have been the ideal place to live, as it is pretty much halfway between Salina and Topeka. Either one of Manhattan's two middle schools would've been paradise for me!

24h.iii.

Thanks to the horrendous acoustics of (the now-former) Herington Middle School's auditorium, I would know that when the spelling bee pronouncer sounded like she said "Voluminist" (as in a person who voluminizes or something like that,) that she really meant "voluminous." (That is, if I still don't manage to make my family move to someplace better.

24i.

If I woke up on the day we went to Mount Unzen (April 20, 2008,) I would not have tried to ask a communist out. (The communist was "Si Miao "Cissi" Chienne" (name somewhat changed) and apparently thought I acted too "democratic" for her.) "Kayli Lordship-Bourgeois" (aliased; the one from New York, not Minnesota) witnessed this and said, "Oh, Christian, stop it!"

24i.i.

Since I will have already hiked up to the top of Mount Unzen the first time, I'd opt to take the gondola with "Stelson Biaki" (name changed) and a few others from the GaiDai who went on there.

24i.ii.

Instead, I would probably try to have "practice dates" with my conversation partner, Sasaki Madoka (apparently not on Facebook.) We got along all throughout the semester so she showed promise.

24i.iii.

Next time I make friends with more communists, I'll only date one if she's also a Christian. My heart would melt at her rebellious spirit!

24j.

If I woke up at the end of my 3rd grade year, I would have told my parents about Kansas Bible Camp down in Hutchinson, and how they only subsist on donations; they don't require a mandatory set fee.

24j.i.

Since our family didn't have an Internet subscription to go on the Internet with, I would have to call the Operator and ask for the Kansas Bible Camp near Hutchinson. (This is assuming the number back then was different from 316-662-7791. The 620 area code wasn't introduced until I was in high school.) S/he'd then give me the number for it, then connect me to the camp staff. Then I'd ask for a camper's application to be sent to our home address.

24j.ii.

I think there were three co-ed Elementary camps per summer, and two Elementary Boys' camps, so I'd get to have up to 5 weeks away from my family. I know the general rule is to only go to one camp per summer, but if my parents donated enough and/or sweet-talked the staff into letting me, I may have gone to more than one of KBC's camps that summer.

24j.ii.

Camping at summer camps where I can make new friends and learn even more in life would've made my summers the times of my life! That would have beat rotting around Chapman all day and going to a slide-less pool, by a landslide. After KBC, I guess I'd also beg my parents to take me to other camps.

24j.iii.

Or if they weren't willing to take me to more than that camp that year, I would have begged my parents to let me join the Boy Scouts. Dad was afraid somebody would abuse me, but I'd try to convince him that I'd tell him right away if such a thing happened so THEN Dad could pull me out of there!

24j.iv.

(Conclusion for the ENTIRE NOTE: Wow! I don't know how many hours I've spent on this but after 10 sections of Fact #24 and countless subsections of all of them, I think it's time I ought to wrap this up and submit!! Good to get a LOT out of my system today! Have a good night, you all!)

(Continued on "LAST long FACT about myself! 25/25: Planned future home, and a future to change for energy." After so long, I have finally published my 25th!)