Manfull's Handfull

It is in times of tragedy that we often find ourselves questioning humanity. We begin to question the morals of the sickened society we live in, and we find ourselves lost as to how to bandage up the gaping wounds the tragedy's leave within our hearts.  After every evil act that is taken out in American soil I always find myself more shocked than the last time. I'm not saying one tragedy is greater than another, it just seems that each one becomes more twisted. It make my spine crawl thinking about those who do harm to others; but I won't give any recognition of the manic coward behind the weapons. The name of evil is not important; rather, it was those who faced evil without fear that should be remembered.  After the unspeakable trauma Newtown, CT just witnessed I think that we should take a minute and ask ourselves, "how can we help those in need?" Especially in the spirit of christmas, we, as a society, need to figure our a way to still spread smiles ac...

I didn't think people actually ran into poles. I was mistaken. Proven wrong by myself, obviously. Casually walking out of my last class I'm chatting with a guy in my discussion on his paper. I was very taken aback when he told me that he had already finished his ten page paper due next week. I was congratulating him on his accomplishment (while also kicking myself for watching Friday Nigh Lights for the last 16 hours instead of writing that paper) as I was opening the door to go outside. With my head turned to the right I wished my classmate a good evening and turned left. walking directly vag. first into a pole. The flustered classmate stammered his apologies and told me it was all his fault. With what dignity I had left, I just turned to him and said, "no this actually happens all the time." I stood there staring at the chest high pole. It had smacked me square in the center of my body. What a douchebag. I am still bruised. who in their right mind puts a...