From what I'm finding, if someone hijacks your property, after 30 days they have rights too. Isn't that lovely? If someone can prove that they've been on your property (that your worked your tail off to earn, by the way), then they are legally allowed to stay because they have rights. This confuses me. It's no longer trespassing just because of how long they've been committing the crime? Should they not be charged with the time that they were trespassing there before the 30 days were up? I strongly disagree. Our legal system is confused.
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Flowing
Flowing is not on my list of the simplest parts of debate. It involves writing shorthand style, with symbols and abbreviations that can't be too vague, because you're going to have to read the paper later. Some of the kids in my class said "It's a skill that I don't need to learn, I can write, right?" NO. No. no. nO. One doe not simply.... not flow during a debate. I tried both styles many times yesterday, and even though I'm new at flowing and can't say I've scratched the surface of memorizing what the difference between "and" and "+, &, ~, }", but I still found it to be easier than writing, especially when the speaker talks like a humming bird. The trick? Don't give up when you mess up. Your memory retention skills will fill in things your hands didn't. For instance, from our lecture from yesterday my notes were:
gov't + m rts 2 spprt ^ D of ben. & Prts + aid
That means:
The government does not have rights to support, deny or increase an individual's responsibilities pertaining to Duty of Beneficence and/or their protected rights to receive that aid.
gov't + m rts 2 spprt ^ D of ben. & Prts + aid
That means:
The government does not have rights to support, deny or increase an individual's responsibilities pertaining to Duty of Beneficence and/or their protected rights to receive that aid.
What a lot of new things to study. I am excite for this week (:
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
Who?
"The night is over, this is morning"
A depressing book would be proud.
It was a dark morning, a figure in a black tee shirt, a tie, jeans and a shoulder bag, stepped out of the dull misty fog that had become nearly impenetrable, even worse in the dark of the morning. She looked a little too pleased with herself. Of course, there was a perfectly logical reason that she should look like that. Breakfast was powdered eggs, and she had outsmarted them.
Rhetoricing and Debating
My time at Liberty University has proved to be productive as well as impossibly stimulating. Because of my writing style, I'm going to do things the way I remember them. Today backwards.
Day 3;
It was a bleak and dreary morning, in the sort that it revived me. Everything was thick with fog. Even the bridge with it's every streaming flow of cars under it which normally makes me think of beautiful things, had a sort of muted glow to it. I was awake at 7, I woke my flatmate up at 7:15 and was out of the dorm by 7:20, I had left breakfast before 7:50 and got to the computer lab (obviously where I am now) at 8am. My first class isn't until 9, so I have plenty of time to smear my thoughts across this page (:
Day 2;
I learned what it meant to be in debate camp. It means you're surrounded by people who think analytically and critically. Watch out for stray passing comments, or the debaters will scoop them up and run with them. While this may seem insufferable, it's taught me to train and guard my tongue, because trust me, you don't want to lock horns with another intellectual over whether or not the eggs we had for breakfast were real. Another dangerous territory is the physical map of the place. Intellectuals have a thing for memorizing locations on a map and easily translating them to physical ground. Perhaps one of the worst things to do is not paying enough attention when the RAs tell you where the R.O.T. hall is. Some campers less familiar with the territory (ahem.... certainly not me.... actually yes.) got lost before their first meal and barely managed to scrounge up what the American Legion guys had left behind. Now, back to these classes. I signed up for the Homeschool Rhetoric and Debate lab (RDL), and I also sit in on Lincoln Douglas classes (LD) in my free time. I was expected within the confines of 20 minutes, research a philosopher who was previously unknown to me, take notes, and give a speech. It was so interesting!
While I'm in this camp, I've made a point to test my strengths both mental and physical. I went running with Ginger yesterday (a truly sweet person) and after that, there were surprise Olympics. We were "team Unrebuttables" which is a hard name to cheer for. Shocker.
In LD, we learned how to flow. It was challenging. I got the gist of it at the end of class. More or less, it's a fast way to write, it just takes more concentration than I'd be able to spare during a debate.
Memorable quote: "I'm not suprised. Look at me, I'm going to have a heart attack because I'm not suprised."
There are some hard feelings that resonate after a debate. It's hard to make up for them. I've refused to debate a few people because I like them and I think they'd be pretty cool friends. That's all.
Day 1;
Arrival, was owned at Chess, met a whovian, learned a new card game.
Day 3;
It was a bleak and dreary morning, in the sort that it revived me. Everything was thick with fog. Even the bridge with it's every streaming flow of cars under it which normally makes me think of beautiful things, had a sort of muted glow to it. I was awake at 7, I woke my flatmate up at 7:15 and was out of the dorm by 7:20, I had left breakfast before 7:50 and got to the computer lab (obviously where I am now) at 8am. My first class isn't until 9, so I have plenty of time to smear my thoughts across this page (:
Day 2;
I learned what it meant to be in debate camp. It means you're surrounded by people who think analytically and critically. Watch out for stray passing comments, or the debaters will scoop them up and run with them. While this may seem insufferable, it's taught me to train and guard my tongue, because trust me, you don't want to lock horns with another intellectual over whether or not the eggs we had for breakfast were real. Another dangerous territory is the physical map of the place. Intellectuals have a thing for memorizing locations on a map and easily translating them to physical ground. Perhaps one of the worst things to do is not paying enough attention when the RAs tell you where the R.O.T. hall is. Some campers less familiar with the territory (ahem.... certainly not me.... actually yes.) got lost before their first meal and barely managed to scrounge up what the American Legion guys had left behind. Now, back to these classes. I signed up for the Homeschool Rhetoric and Debate lab (RDL), and I also sit in on Lincoln Douglas classes (LD) in my free time. I was expected within the confines of 20 minutes, research a philosopher who was previously unknown to me, take notes, and give a speech. It was so interesting!
While I'm in this camp, I've made a point to test my strengths both mental and physical. I went running with Ginger yesterday (a truly sweet person) and after that, there were surprise Olympics. We were "team Unrebuttables" which is a hard name to cheer for. Shocker.
In LD, we learned how to flow. It was challenging. I got the gist of it at the end of class. More or less, it's a fast way to write, it just takes more concentration than I'd be able to spare during a debate.
Memorable quote: "I'm not suprised. Look at me, I'm going to have a heart attack because I'm not suprised."
There are some hard feelings that resonate after a debate. It's hard to make up for them. I've refused to debate a few people because I like them and I think they'd be pretty cool friends. That's all.
Day 1;
Arrival, was owned at Chess, met a whovian, learned a new card game.
Thursday, June 14, 2012
Far Above Rubies
.JPG "Attacking normality.")
"A wife of noble character, who can find? Her value is far above rubies."
The woman described in Proverbs 31 has held my attention this week. I've been facing thoughts pertaining to who I should be, who I want to be, who I am and who I think I am. This woman in Proverbs, was described by King Lemuel. She was the ideal, Godly wife of any time BC. I find that I can still apply those thoughts to modern day, just with a bit of thought.
"Now the defense is going to try to tell you....."
- The world will say that a 'real' woman has perfect hair, fashionable clothing, a "sweet disposition", and a lovely body. Oh, did I mention the hot boyfriend on her arm?
- They'll try to tell you that there's nothing wrong with letting your thoughts about guys roam free.
I don't wear that cute sundress you saw in Maurice's. I don't smell like shampoo. I make awful mistakes that still make me stand in awe of God's mercy. I love comfortable hoodies, and jeans, and sneakers. I make stupid jokes.
That's the real me. Supposedly, a person is only really themselves in a comfortable environment e.g. their own home, out with best friends, around siblings, sleepovers with close friends, people they can trust.
Thinking back, I have only worn jeans and tee shirts around folks that I trusted not to judge me. That is, within the last year, when I started caring. I will not state my opinion about caring at this time.
"No further musings, your honor."
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