Bangor Maine just got a lot cooler! I'm currently in downtown with TT representing the 99%
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Occupying Bangor
Bangor Maine just got a lot cooler! I'm currently in downtown with TT representing the 99%
Monday, October 24, 2011
I hate bangor ME
I've got nine minutes to tell you all how much I hate this place and hope the world ends on Oct. 28th, as my little brother keeps trying to tell my mother it will. I wish I had stayed at Omega and continued to be a homeless vagabond. What I will have gained when I leave here is probably $1000, which I could have made in half the time if I were working at a ski resort, and I'd be ten times happier. If any of you are thinking of making a decision based on a need for money or material security, don't do it. It is better to be happy and feed your soul than to be miserable and lose it. Follow your bliss. Don't listen to what anyone else tells you about how you should live your life. Fuck them, they are all miserable and want others to be miserable too.
PS: I hope the world ends via god farting on the earth and poisoning everyone with noxious fumes.
PS: I hope the world ends via god farting on the earth and poisoning everyone with noxious fumes.
Saturday, October 1, 2011
Land of Kings
I left New Hampshire and the house of Wetsy's parents two weeks ago for the comforts of Jobcorps. For those of you who do not know what Jobcorps is, it is a government training facility for low-income people ages 16-24. We live on the campus, abide by very strict rules and regulations, receive free meals and career training in one of three basic fields: Culinary, Medical/Business, Facilities Maintenance, and take classes on how to be grown-up contributing members of society.
I felt that I was drowning in my life and unable to find secure employment, so I decided to apply for this program. Because I am considered low-income I was accepted. At first it was quite an adjustment to go from super hippy land where everyone loves one another and is a community of conscious, socially-aware individuals to the land of high school mentalities. It's growing on me though. Aside from the shitty music and mostly nutritionless food I am getting used to the yelling, fighting, f-bomb dropping campus of 300 or so students. One of the things they emphasize is to not get caught up in the 'drama'. Drama is a word that is thrown around a lot, and it is always suggested that new students don't get caught up in it. Despite the drama the students are usually friendly and talkative. There aren't really 'cliques' like a normal high school environment, although many of the students are only 16 or 17, or come directly from high school. Almost everyone talks to everyone, and although the deep friendships of my previous life do not exist, there are many valuable surface acquaintances that make daily life pleasant.
I have so far made one close friend and we have gotten in the habit of taking long walks into town after class. The other day we walked to Stephen King's house, which was less impressive than his wrought iron fence, and saw the friendliest little black cat. It ran right across the street to us when I called it and began rubbing against our legs. Today we walked about four miles in the pouring rain to the library so that we could access the websites that are blocked through the campus computers (such as blogger and facebook). The downtown area of this city is a very cute typical New England prototype. It is more beautiful now that fall is here and the leaves are changing.
On campus many hilarious scenarios happen and my friend and I have mentioned the need to write a book of short stories about our time here. There are many strong personalities and characters at Jobcorps. Today one kid came into the Dining Commons completely covered in a black garbage bag, except for a small circle where his face was poking out. For some reason the sight of this was more hilarious than it would be outside of JC. He walked into the hot line and when he needed to grab a food tray he thrust his hand through the side of the plastic to rip an arm hole in the garbage bag raincoat.
Just a few days ago one of my fellow students' girlfriend, who is in culinary, handed him a celery 'flower', aka the base of a bunch of celery that had been chopped off. When she left he said, "What the hell am I supposed to do with this?". Later, when we left the DC we saw a group of youngsters playing hacky sack with the celery flower. As we passed by one of the youngsters almost kicked it at my friend's face. Only at Jobcorps.
During my first week here I stumbled back into my dorm wing after a long, boring day of CPP classes (career prep) and one of my wing-mates came in behind me and began to chant, "Stop! Don't touch me there, these are my private squares!". I laughed and highly appreciated the laugh.
The coffee here is said to be shitty, but I think it is a little better than Omland's Dining Hall coffee. Definitely not better than Om Cafe though! The food can't be compared. Omega has the BEST food in the world, maybe second to Yogaville or Kripalu.
I'm very excited because Monday is my first nursing class. I get to stand in line at the clothing closet to receive my scrubs at 6:45am sharp! I can't wait to get a picture of myself in the scrubs so I can post it all over this blog, facebook, and...I don't know, send it to my family. "Look at me, I am gaining useful jobskills! See, I'm not just wandering around the country like a vagabond! I'm doing something with my life!".
Who knows.
I felt that I was drowning in my life and unable to find secure employment, so I decided to apply for this program. Because I am considered low-income I was accepted. At first it was quite an adjustment to go from super hippy land where everyone loves one another and is a community of conscious, socially-aware individuals to the land of high school mentalities. It's growing on me though. Aside from the shitty music and mostly nutritionless food I am getting used to the yelling, fighting, f-bomb dropping campus of 300 or so students. One of the things they emphasize is to not get caught up in the 'drama'. Drama is a word that is thrown around a lot, and it is always suggested that new students don't get caught up in it. Despite the drama the students are usually friendly and talkative. There aren't really 'cliques' like a normal high school environment, although many of the students are only 16 or 17, or come directly from high school. Almost everyone talks to everyone, and although the deep friendships of my previous life do not exist, there are many valuable surface acquaintances that make daily life pleasant.
I have so far made one close friend and we have gotten in the habit of taking long walks into town after class. The other day we walked to Stephen King's house, which was less impressive than his wrought iron fence, and saw the friendliest little black cat. It ran right across the street to us when I called it and began rubbing against our legs. Today we walked about four miles in the pouring rain to the library so that we could access the websites that are blocked through the campus computers (such as blogger and facebook). The downtown area of this city is a very cute typical New England prototype. It is more beautiful now that fall is here and the leaves are changing.
On campus many hilarious scenarios happen and my friend and I have mentioned the need to write a book of short stories about our time here. There are many strong personalities and characters at Jobcorps. Today one kid came into the Dining Commons completely covered in a black garbage bag, except for a small circle where his face was poking out. For some reason the sight of this was more hilarious than it would be outside of JC. He walked into the hot line and when he needed to grab a food tray he thrust his hand through the side of the plastic to rip an arm hole in the garbage bag raincoat.
Just a few days ago one of my fellow students' girlfriend, who is in culinary, handed him a celery 'flower', aka the base of a bunch of celery that had been chopped off. When she left he said, "What the hell am I supposed to do with this?". Later, when we left the DC we saw a group of youngsters playing hacky sack with the celery flower. As we passed by one of the youngsters almost kicked it at my friend's face. Only at Jobcorps.
During my first week here I stumbled back into my dorm wing after a long, boring day of CPP classes (career prep) and one of my wing-mates came in behind me and began to chant, "Stop! Don't touch me there, these are my private squares!". I laughed and highly appreciated the laugh.
The coffee here is said to be shitty, but I think it is a little better than Omland's Dining Hall coffee. Definitely not better than Om Cafe though! The food can't be compared. Omega has the BEST food in the world, maybe second to Yogaville or Kripalu.
I'm very excited because Monday is my first nursing class. I get to stand in line at the clothing closet to receive my scrubs at 6:45am sharp! I can't wait to get a picture of myself in the scrubs so I can post it all over this blog, facebook, and...I don't know, send it to my family. "Look at me, I am gaining useful jobskills! See, I'm not just wandering around the country like a vagabond! I'm doing something with my life!".
Who knows.
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