Random boredness. nothing serious

Soooo Hi!  (waves hand) Its been awhile I feel pretty bad for anyone who actually was reading my blog. I definitely have been ditching my readers for a more active life, that doesn't involve  writing or sitting around being bored. a lot has happened, too much to go into detail about, trust me if you havent heard the craziness then well then you probably didn't need to know about my insane life that I call an adventure. This post will probably be short, because everyone that does read my post knows it takes me a while to warm up to writing if I haven't touched the keyboard in a while.... Stop sigh.. getting bored lolz

Randomness

Music: Otep. The Clash. Instrumentals

Game: WOW

Nile Najee's sayings of late via facebook:

What? huh? hmm? Black people? indeed.

 I give kudos to all the astronauts, so high that they sitting on pluto....

Truuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuue

  I say some crazy things sometimes, just to make reality a lil bit more fun...

M.I.A

The talented failure fails again. Story of my life...

Bleed...

I bleed these words from my soul
so I can release this pent up energy.
No weapon can ever prosper against me.
I took to much from myself to let these obstacles hinder me.
Moving through this world of madness.
Trying to reach the ones that really want to hear me.
My fidelity lies with my life and my art.
Its all ive ever had.
They try to rip my mind from heart,
but I have been working way to hard
just to sustain my sanity.
Its steady waning every minute...
and every hour i get weaker,
but im trying to reach that peak.
If I have to crawl on bloody knees,
to the top... Ill never plead--- for mercy.
I can never show my weakness,
because there are others like me trying to seek this...
there place in the world.
Others who dont just want there lives to slowly unfurl.
Others who will sweat blood from their pores,
just to obtain what they want and more.
Others who want their fantasies and dreams....
Others who believe...
So they bleed, they bleed, they bleed.
Looking for there own salvation in the end...
and I and I are one of those bloodletters my friend...

:Nile Najee:

Somebody snipe me, I don't care enough to dodge the bullet man...

I don't care anymore... I really don't. I feel like I am destined to be a talented failure, thus I shall be talented at failing. I understand what it is one of my ex girls actually told me this (while she was crying about me leaving her) that I get complacent and I "settle" for whatever. I apparently just chill out, because I don't  have the drive. Not to mention that everything seems to go wrong when I am trying to do right. I usually pull out a fantastic save that just makes everything a little better. Whats the point in that though? I think its unfair for me to be able to half ass and get praise but if another guy goes half assed he gets..well a half ass amount of praise. Sometimes I wish I was raised with less open-mindness. It is almost like one part of me says, I need to move foward with the structured part of society (school, work etc.). The other part of me says eff it "I'm going to die anyway..." (sigh) What a way to look at life right? My head hurts and I know that I will not have all my R's on my papers. Well let me rephrase that, I MAY not have all my R's for my essays. ( R means ready). I someone how do tend to try to lean towards the I give a fuck side of my brain and I eventually come out on top, but its stressful and sometimes isnt even worth it. However, I like this class, I like this  college atmosphere so far and I don't want to just give up. The title of this is called, Somebody snipe me... because thats how I qwas feeling when I woke up this morning. Writing a little bit has cleared my mind and I think that maybe I can do this...just maybe.  I have been listening to alot of death metal too. That was really random, but for some reason the music has been really awesome to me. ^_^ I think I am done with this post for now... until next time, Nile najee is out. 

The Love Below

Hey there Nile Najee signing into the blog world again. Not sure really what to write about I still have to do my Academic essay and I still haven't found my flash drive. So I may have to retype all my essays again. I feel like things will work out tho. My dad seems to think I'm somewhat like Spongebob... I seem to always come out okay no matter what. Hmmm, I'm feeling somewhat down lately tho, I think thats why I havent been able to write as much. Not really even caring no more. I guess I can write about how much I am starting not to care about people forreal. Everyone person that I want to actually be in my life isn't fitting in there. This is mainly realtionship wise... I dont know what it is, but a brother gets thrown in the friend zone quick like its nobodys business. I think its just going to be like that for the rest of my life, because I really can't help that I am a good friend. Just seems like girls are so afraid to give me a chance, because they dont want to lose that friendship. Dayum.... My mind is all messed up right now, but its whatever.

 Anyway I'm keeping it moving.. till next time. May the force be with you....

p.s. I wage war with the stars, because they don't like my Star Trek mind/ close friends tried to leave me for dead when I tried to effect the masses/ wishing I could warp through time so life wouldn't be so tragic... :Nile Najee:

:Nile Najee:

Slow deaths NOT 4TW...

So its monday morning and I have tons of things to do as usual. The main thing I have to do is finish this Academic essay and I will feel alot more relieved. 

So heres the thing, I am going to college and I probably wont have any type of degree until around 2011-2012, but I'm looking at all these natural disasters going on around the worl and I'm wondering if I will actually be here. I mean this isnt some Y2k speculation BS. There is actually visible signs of impending catastrophe. I have kno idea what I am going to do with myself if the world starts collapsing around me.

I guess I would try to dodge all obstacles like I'm spiderman, save my family and such, maybe tell the girl of my dreams that I want to make love to her. Sounds like a movie script, but hey... why not? Maybe I might even die quick and painless instead of being crushed slowly under a large slab of concrete. Slow deaths seem like they would be the worst. The question is who really knows what deaths are quick or slow, not like dead people can tell us. Anyway I didnt write much, but thats just what was on my mind. Adios my reading friends. Don't die really soon or anything.... :Nile Najee:

Martha Splatter plays Pokeman and X-uh-C is fun....

Sooo it has come to my attention that I have not written anything on my blog in what seems like ages. Suprisingly this was told to me by someone other then myself, which is funny because I didnt believe anyone was reading my blog or cared about what I had to say. So I believe I am back on the ball. (I guess thats the right cliche). Hope you all enjoy whatever comes off the top of my dome in the next few minutes because I am not sure I will.

Where to start? I have no clue honestly. Since this is an academic blog, I think i will begin with school. School is not hard, but by far it is not easy. I think.. no, I know I have all A's in my classes except for math. I am struggling with it, but I think a little bit more studying might help me out, so I am not too stressed.  History is cool, Its not exciting...but I can tolerate it. On the other  hand my English class still keeps me extremely happy or extremely frustrated. The most recent paper I had to write (and still in the process of writing) is my Academic essay. I can't really grasp my arms around it with a loving embrace. I am not a fan of researching for an assignment. I mean I will research random information ALL day, but when it comes to school and works cited and bibliographies its a pain the arse. So yeah.. anyway random. random. random. Clams...

I am starving! *nom nom nom*. I swear I could eat a HUGE burger right now. Screw the whole veggie tale thing. I need a burger!! I am sitting in the library and even though I have my music on and I cant hear it, I know my stomach is talking to everyone in this computer lab. Its probably saying this.

"Dear people that around my human host,

You need to give him some food ASAP. If you do not I will temporarily take over his body and jump thru the window. That will not be a pretty sight. That is all."

So yep Im starving, but I dont want to break this 20. Hopefully my music will avert my attention from the tapeworm that lives in my stomach. Speaking of music I want to dedicate this post to a very new friend of mine named Chanel Ford. A little a bit about her. Shes black. Thats pretty much it. I mean theres WAY more, but It's too much awesomeness to explain in one post. Anyway she turned me on... (hahahaha funny) to alot of good arse music. I have been into alot of techno and rave music lately and she gave me a list of different bands that she effs wit. I have been in love with this DJ called Ms Kittin and she probably has some of the trippy-ist beats/songs you can imagine. This new sound of music I have been jamming to has prompted me to make another cool name for myself ( other then Nile Najee and Mad Hatter). Well its X-uh-C. Nothing incredibly creative... I just couldnt spell the actual word for the life of me. It looked cool on paper so I went with it. End of the story.

What else is there to say? Oh for some odd reason I have become attached to old pokemon games..and so have my friends. Isn't that weird? I can actually trade pokemon with people in 2010. Thats pretty wild since pokemon first started a LONG time ago lol You still got kids my age playing the new games and the old ones. Sigh... I swear I think I am losing my writing touch, but I think I am just a little rusty from not writting in a while. I am not even going to proofread this or anything because I am feeling really lazy today. Its Friday and I am bored and theres is honestly too much serious stuff going on for me to be serious myself and so methodical....

I just want to have fun... I am tired of trying to be a damn want to be revolutionist. Its stressful trying to find the negative in everything. I mean there is a lot of negativity in the world and it needs to be fixed, but I just want to relax. Is that too hard to ask? I mean sometimes I want to just hang out with some good friends and not worry about school or work or money. I guess I am just talking crazy... Anyway if you want to text or call this raving maniac. My number is 757-305.3537

Konichiwa and adios my friends

:Nile Najee: ;Mad Hatter;  #X-uh-C#

Essays and friends: friends and essays

Okay its been forever. I have not posted anything on my blog and I think it has affected my brain activity. I have had a bunch of projects, a math quiz and various other things to worry about. Yes, I have been slippin and sliding off track like Luigi in Super Mario bros. It's time to get back on the horse tho, I need to write my academic essay soon, even though its due April 23rd I feel like if I don't do it now I won't ever do it. Ugh, I dont even know if I want to do the topic I chose. How crazy is that? I have written a topic proposal about "College Racism" and I don't even know if I want to do the essay. I have a conference tommorow at 10:30 and what do I have? Nothing, Nada. I think I may cry. I don't even have writers block. I just do not have anything of interest that I could write about involving college. This is my first semester in college, so how the hell can I talk about a problem or problems in college? I know nothing. Anyway this essay is even more of a pain in the ass then the other ones. I mean I liked doing the other ones, but at least I could relate to those essay... Sigh, I guess i will figure something out in the next 48 hours. Hope somebodys praying for me, because I'm not praying for me. haha. By the way I definetly pissed off alot of people over the past few weeks and regained their "friendship". I gotta give a shout out to my bestfriend Ciara Santos tho. Most beautifully talented person, kind, funny and compassionate person I know. She really bring a dudes spirits up when hes down. I feel like making a graphic design for her. I really admire her and the way she overcomes her daily life struggles. I hope I can do it in like 30 minutes because I got class at 9:30. see whoever later.  :Nile Najee:

I just wanna rant!

I just kinda wanted to do a short PSA.

 Reasons why I am NOT a conformist.

1. I dress the way I want when I want.

2. I am black and I read for pleasure, not just for school

3. I listen to literally ALL types of music, I don't dismiss a song just because of the genre

4. I enjoy skateboarding even though I suck at it.

5. I am a straight man that actual has conversations with women and do not have an underlying agenda

6. I like all types of women; not just light skinned black girls and white girls

7. I watch anime and cartoons and I  still think I am pretty cool

8. I can rap and beatbox, not because I am black, but because its fun to do

9. I don't believe Jesus was the savior and the one son of God... shoot me. (I dont believe in religion)

10. I think I am allowed to say really serious stuff at times AND have a sense of humor sometimes

That is all.

Sick... lyrically and physically..and probably mentally...

I finally finished making my newsletter, which was the second part of my civic discourse paper. I have know Idea how I did it, because it feels like my nose is burning in hell. I think may be swallowed up in these sinuses. *sniffle* *sniffle*. I wish I was immune to everything I swear....
   Anyway I have alot going on right now, alot of it involves writing. I mean don't get my wrong I love writing, whether its for pleasure or for informative reasons I like to write. However, I dont like to write about the same....exact...topics! I have to write a research paper in my SDV class about the career that I want to choose. Its funny, because I defiently did an 7 page paper on just that for English 111.  I guess that I will have to suck it up and go all in. By the way I am writing elementary like, because my brain is slowly turning to mush and my esophagus is slowly turn into a solid piece of nothing. DX I have no idea what to do!!! I can't even think, I can't wait till this transistion period between spring and winter is over... I can't stand it, I am a Summer baby, point blank period. I live for the heat and the sun. Matter fact I think I am a plant  because I swear I could live off the rays of the Sun alone. oh man... I am veering off the course of logical brain activity.

Here are the next lines, of a young black techno kid, who eva neva kids, I mean, neva eva kids, but who really gives a shiiiit. they say hes too serious, they say he aint funny. They say he straight broke and aint got nare a bit of money. He raps real country, and extra deep fryed, and he aint neva lied when he says that he thinker. Hes on the brink of thinkin', himself off a bridge. Now let me speak as this kid... I am a 6 foot 1, son of a sun. Brighter then some, and dimmer then most. the sun's son neva boast about his intellect, but he is just best, does that contradict? I think so, but who cares? Nooone eva listens to the smart one, until its too late, like in all the horror movies, thats why I'm irate. Somebody please rewind the tape and make a diffferent decision so we can change our damn fate....

:Nile Najee:

Migraines and Essays...okay?

I have a migraine in my brain and its jumping up and down on my membrane causing me severe pain and its definetly breaking up my mindframe.... I hope the these Tylenols weren't taken in vain. I lay here, and I feel fear that my braincells won't be strong enough to get me out of here, and when I say "here", I mean my college career. I do hear, alot of loose lips telling me that I ain't spit, but I think this intro to some new sh*t will have them quiet in the pulpit. So here it is, the real biz---ness. I've been working on my literary, fit--ness. Can you dig this? I can, and my pen did, and my hand did, and probably my non-existant kids did. So read this, with an open mind, if you have time, but if you don't, atleast you read this short rhyme. Adios amigo, until the next lines.

My Civic Discourse Paper

Why does the general population of adults not understand that if the younger generation is not properly taught equally and fairly that the productivity of the world will not be prosperous? While various topics are brought up and addressed, funding for education is continually being cut. Why is something such as education and public facilities for youth not getting top priority? Children are pushed to do better in school and in their community, but their communities and schools do not have the resources. This is the dilemma that we face and this is the topic that I personally feel should be at the forefront of lawmakers and any cities minds. Now granted it is ultimately up to the child to choose the path of education and productivity, but if the extra push is not there at all, this will no doubt affect their progress. The lack of resources within education and youth centers is a nationwide problem, however being a Virginia Beach, Virginia resident I want to focus on my hometown.

By studying the problems and issues and maybe even exploring some solutions right here in my city, I can maybe see if there is a pattern in the education system throughout America. My specific focus is the areas that span between Newtown road and Virginia Beach blvd. and Independence blvd. and Virginia Beach blvd. The major neighborhoods of Lake Edwards, Bayside arms, Newpoint, Aragona, Campus East, Wesleyan and Northridge have a large child and student population. You would think that due to this large population of young people that there would be recreational center and reliable transportation nearby.

Sadly there is not, by car the bayside recreational (the closest recreational center to these neighborhoods is about ten-twenty minutes away. However, not all children can get a ride to the recreational center by car. If someone wanted to walk from one of these neighborhoods it would take no less than an hour to two hours to get there. Even if the bus were used as transportation, it would take approximately forty-five minutes to an hour.

This is just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to the issues of not having an accessible public youth facility near these major areas. There are even more problems that warrant the immediate building of a youth center/recreational center that can be used by the public and geared towards the children of those areas. I have personal experience with these neighborhoods and recognize how important a youth center would be.

I love this ish... I love my words....

(It's five in the morning). I am done

So done man (ya'll know what I mean). I don't even know why I am writing, but honestly the fact that I can write no matter how my mind is, I believe is an accomplishment. I think when I wake up and I look back at whatever I have scrawled down in this post, I will have the motivation to perfect my civic discourse paper and fly to Pluto if I wanted too.. I had an extensive rant about politics, healthcare, and more politics in the ER room this morning. I wasn't the one that was hurt though. I was there for moral support, for a friend of a friend. Recently I have discovered the "night life", it is not all its cracked up to be, but it is entertaining just as well. I have seen some people that I have not seen in a long time. People my age with jobs and kids and ambitions, that need that release from the working adult world and just want to party antd bullsh*t. I don't think there is anything wrong with that. They wake up from there hangovers and go to work or go to school. They do there jobs or pass their test and they are productive citizens. I love that, the ability to live in two worlds and actually be the same person. People accept you.... this is a random post and I am going to stop soon but, my point I guess is that..as adults know one is really judging. After the party is over, after the fight  is over, after the one night stands, you have people that go to work 2 hours later and can ask "how may I help you." Maybe that's just how I feel, but seeing so many of my old friends leading two lives and many of them doing okay, I feel pretty good. I guess there is a medium between being reckless and not having fun at all... :Nile Najee:

Check this site out thesecondletter.com it's awesome,  Writing is great and I love what I do, but the perception of the eye is fascinating.  thesecondletter.com    The picture I have up here was taken by Brian Washington. I swear I admire this dude, because he is an example of someone who uses his gifts and he makes things happen. A Va Beach creative mind at its best. I love my city. I love my hood. I love my writing. :Nile Najee:

Inspiration from a likely source...

     I haven’t written anything in a really long time.(well other then my english essay). I don’t know why really, I think it has been, because I have been working all spring break and doing my civic discourse project. I have been really stressed out and I have had a seriously annoying fight with Mr. writers block.

However, just recently I got my cell phone turned back on I have been texting a lot, and when I mean a lot..I mean a lot. Anyway I met this young woman in my English 111 class and she is kind of like me, really reserved, quiet. I mean I am usually not like this at all (I’m usually really animated) but honestly the people in my class intimidate me because of some of the age differences. Ugh, I keep going off topic, breath Nile, breath. I don’t think anyone reading this can understand how I am feeling right now. It is incredible how one picture can say so much.

My newly made friend Rhiannon is...intriguing... I honestly have not been able to hold constant conversations with a person every time I talk to them. With her though, I can be myself. I can be goofy when I’m texting her, we talk about zombies and Pokémon and beer and a whole bunch of random things. There are not a whole lot of restrictions. I don't have to "pretend". It is really a breath of fresh air to find someone who is seemingly so open minded. I know this post may sound weird; anyone reading this is probably like "Nile you’re a loser". I don't really think so, I think I find inspiration in the most random things, but I love to find inspiration from people and pictures. This picture of Rhiannon grabbed me and pulled me in like... damn there is nothing to really describe it. It just is what it is. At first I thought it was her eyes, but looking at the picture closer I discovered it wasn’t that at all. The picture was so intense that it was radiating an inner beauty and mixing with the outer beauty and creating the image that you see before you. Now someone can say what they may... I honestly don't care, but you cannot tell me that you have never seen a person like that before. Someone who tells there life story, shows there emotions, there hopes and fears with just a picture. Some may call it photogenic, I don't know what to call it. I know that she showed me some more pictures that she took herself and they were all just as stunning and intense and creative. This post isn't on some "fiending for a girl shit", you have to understand that, that the human body, human emotions, and human expressions is an art to me. Sometimes I find that rare painting and I have to share it, I have express myself, as hard as it is....

I just want to end this post by saying that, I think that when a person does their best to be themselves...it shows. If everyone spent more time being there true self and not trying to be like another person, we would get along better... Thank you Rhiannon for inspiring this post, I saw art today thnx to you. ^_^ :Nile Najee:

Random distractions....

So i am sitting here in the library pondering my civic discourse project. I still have yet to start the project and I am not sure why. I have alot of good ideas that would help the community along with  alot of issues that I feel need to be adressed, but for the life of me I havent been able to start writing about any of them. Instead I have distracted myself with a few other things in my life. One of those things involve looking up words like distraction

(Distraction)
1 : the act of distracting or the state of being distracted; especially : mental confusion
2 : something that distracts; especially : amusement

Anyway, I don't have writers block I think I have an condition called Writerdistractionalprognosis (yes, I made that up), but yeah there are alot of other distractions that go along with WDP(thats what ill call it) When you are a computer writer like myself, you tend to find yourself entranced by the many wonders of the internet: Facebook, Wikipedia, texting, and I think if I still had World of Warcraft I would probably be ultimately doomed to live a very unproductive writing career. I hope any of my readers have caught on to the fact that I am rambling  right now and though it is not bullsh*t, it is in no way or form relevant to anything of importance. Well lets get relevant shall we?

     Regardless of the fact that this is my own personal blog, I still enjoy input from my friends and family. I am not a showoff, but humans need other humans and if you can't get the support of your fellow human beings, what is there. I am not selfish and any of my thoughts I have I want to share and express. Is the world really just composed of sex, drugs and violence? Do I have to basically exhibit one of those three topics or all three to get attention from someone. Do i have to be risque and edgy to get someone to understand that I matter just the slightest bit? I think that is sad and I might just post something that involves sex, drugs and violence just to see the response.  Here is another question before I conclude this short post.

If God made us in his image, is God as violent and sex driven as human beings are?
:Nile Najee:

I hear no bullsh*t, I speak no bullsh*t (quotes from Nile Najee)

"They will never take me alive and I shall die with my head held high and my beliefs held in high esteem..."

"Face it ya bloody b*stard, no amount of mind games, can eff wit my mindframe...."

"Im taking shots at the moon and everything under it...so lay low....'

"When I act dumb, I'm still smarter then you when your actually TRYING to be intelligent....f*ck outta hea hatas.'"

 "I hear no Bullsh*t, I speak no Bullsh*t. My thoughts stay spewing from the pulpit. My mouth is my gun, and words are my bullets. Everytime I enter, I'm ready with a full clip...'

I" speak truth, but what do you speak? You reek of bullsh*t, lies and deceit, but you constantly tryin ta tell me how to walk on my own two feet..."

"poet.writer.thinker. token black guy. crazy. stupid. smart. reckless. lazy. quiet. weird. loud. Mad Hatter. random. Niel. Nas. nigga. cool. nigger. african. jamaican. hungry. oreo.kid. I've been called many things and some may be true...fact is tho, I'm just Nile Najee D Yarn"

 "I write man. I write. I got alot of brain activity. I wish I could just send a psychic message to the computer. My fingers dont keep up with my brain. Writers Block? Never that. I may go from 10000 words to 8000 but never ever writers block. Spaceships indeed. Aliens do bleed. Burn me in your CD-roms. http://nilenajee.blogspot.com/"

Welcome to writers block...

Hey. Yes, I know its been awhile, but Mr. Najee has had some things on his plate. Not all of it was what I wanted, but it was on my plate so I had to deal with it.  Fact of the matter is I have been writing like a madman lately. I just haven't been on my blog writing as much as I would like too. Mainly because I havent had much to say regarding my writing and English. I have discovered that my English class powers my blog. I feel like I am using it for the wrong reasons at times if I write without it having to do with my academics and English. okay. okay. I'm starting to warm up, my fingers are typing a little more smoothly. It is almost like I had to warm a car up becuase it hasnt been driven in a while (the blog and my thoughts being the car). Well I finished my Professional discourse essay and I feel good about the essay part. I had fun researching about the career that I wanted to get into. The bad news of this is, that the resume and works cited was a pain in my arse. I spent more time on the resume then anything else, I mean its hard to try to make up something from scratch. I have'nt graduated yet, I have never worked at a school and now I have to write a resume that would get me into a college as an instructor. Thats hilarious.... Got damn...I still am writing choppy, this a shame. I really am rambling, my thoughts have not really got to this paper I am going to have to let them settle to the bottom of my brain. I guess everything that has been going on has shook them up. ugh. Spaceships indeed. I need to think...Welcome to writers block, Nile Najee...its gonna be one helluva trip...

:Nile Najee: soon to be the ;Mad Hatter;

I was OD'ing on tylenol ALL week

Writing the Resume for my Professional discourse paper was a pain in the arse. Matter fact writing this paper was a pain in the arse all together. I listened to this Irish drinking song called "Bugger Off" while writing and putting together my paper, and thats what I wanted to say to my brain. It just had soooo much trouble working.  I guess actually putting my information into a coherent order was what was getting me. Usually I just write, write, write and when I finish... I'm finish. I may ramble a little bit, but I was make sometype of sense in the end. Not only that, the majority of my essay was made up because I have none of the qualifications to be a college professor yet. So it was hard for me to just tell a story that didnt really happen. So the only way I was able to complete the resume was imagining what I want to do in my college life. After that got figured out I just had to do my works cited which endwed up being about three sources. Two websites and the interview I did with my history teacher. (Sigh) So all this week was pretty hectic, not to mention I made ANOTHER blog called realfacebooktalk.blogspot.com This one is actually a joint project that two freinds of mine created. They have all these interesting conversations on facebook about realtionships and a love and at times I contribute my input. So we all decide to transfer these convos into a blog. Long story short... Copying and pasting facebook convos is a tedious piece of sh*t. I am incredibly hungry so I shall stop right now and go eat some food.  Bugger off...
and yes I posted a totally unrelated pic happy friday...
:Nile Najee:

I want to be made...into a college professor.(rough draft)

(Rough draft of my professional discourse paper)
There are quite a few questions that are asked of you when you are a small child. Many of these questions are important and usually easily answered, but there is one question that can shape your future and may alter the way you challenge life’s many obstacles. Before this life changing question is revealed, lets flashback to when I first heard the question. It was fifteen years ago in a public school classroom not much different from the classrooms I attend in college; Students, eager to learn new material, and a teacher willing to give the students any and all valuable information so they can succeed. However, having information and knowing where to use it, is two different things. So now, this is where the question asked of many school children comes into play. "What do you want to be when you grow up?” Since that day I was asked that question, I have answered with a variety of responses: President of the U.S.A, Archaeologist, a poet, a rapper, etc. Now, I am nineteen years old, a freshman in college and I have been asked the same question. Surprisingly, the career that I have chosen is something that I never dreamed that I would want to do or had thought about doing. My indecisiveness has only allowed me to narrow my career down to a college professor; I am not completely sure what post-secondary subject I would like to teach at the moment, so this essay will include information regarding college professors as a whole. I hope that the reader will learn as much as I did from my research and interviews within this manuscript and will understand the importance of fully knowing, "What you want to be when you grow up." 

The power of a name

This will be a short post because I have to go to class soon BUT, it is a very important topic to me.

So I sent the person I was interviewing an email containing all the questions I had for them and this morning I went to check my email and they had replied to my questions. I was of course happy, because I really needed this information. However, all my happiness went out of me when I saw the beginning sentence, it started like this:

"Hi Miles, Here we go,"

See anything wrong with that? Yeah, who the hell is Miles?
You might be saying "Nile it's not a big deal." Your wrong if you think that then, because it is a big deal. My father named me Nile Najee D Yarn. I was named after the longest river in Africa. I have pride in my name, and for my name to be in my email message AND in the subject of the email AND I signed my named at the bottom "sincerely Nile Najee D Yarn, how does someone come up with Miles?! I am offended, if your name is John would you want to be called Jimmy? I don't think you would. So I just had to get that off my chest, I am grateful for the answers and the interview, but I do not appreciate someone blatantly not writing my name correct. It has happened too much throughout my life and I have let it go on far too many times. Enough is enough

:Nile Najee:

I'm not a big Valentines day person but...

Here is some poetry that your friend Nile Najee did, some is old, some is new, either way enjoy the rare side of me that most never see.

Florista
Wake up beside you,
I dont know what i would do if I hadnt found you.
Kiss your forehead 'cuz your still sleep,
then you wake up,
and smile at me with those beautiful lips,
My beautiful girl---
naked except for the covers wrapped around us---
not ashamed.
Birds outside began to sing,
snd I know the day will soon begin.
I whisper in your ear,
" Florista, I have to go."
but you wrap your arms around me and say,
"no..."
I tell you this doesnt feel right,
because after evey night--
the mornings get longer,
and even though I feel for you,
I know that one of us will get hurt.
So I put my pants on and my Bob Marley shirt,
while she grabs my hand and ask for one more dance.
For a second I begin to say yes,
knowing that she has treated me best.
"No..." I softly tell her.
pulling her hands from mine,
"I want to be free,
my life is mine. I have to leave and this morning is my time."

untitled
Cant explain these feelngs I have for you,
I lie in my bed,
and wonder where you are.
Thinking and hoping your under the same stars.
Wish I could find you,
because the feelings are so strong.
My brains gone and my hearts took its place.
I look around for your face,
knowing your there somewhere.
Woman in my dreams...
it seems I cant find that one,
I'm not selective,
I just have a certain objective,
when it comes to finding that one


You might as well be the gun
So a guy is sitting on the couch with a gun to his heart.... he pulls the trigger but the gun doesnt let him. The gun says "please dont do that, just because I wont be at your side anymore doesnt mean its the end of the world. Your a great guy but we just have to "postpone" this relationship." "Whats the point the guy says, my heart will just die slowly without you, and if I'm with you It will die even more slowly." So thus the "Nice guy" is left alone again to suffer, his heart not able to grow and not able to die, stuck in limbo, he slowly fades into darkness, never able to truly love again...

Yes these selections were some what sad and emo, but its what I decided to post. I will post some more happy ones later in the day along with some more of my Professional discourse project. Happy V-day everyone. I hope that you will not be alone like I am on this day. :nile Najee:

Quotes from Nile Najee ^0^

"Get on ya sixth sense ish, and get ghost...."

"Do you have to be famous to be well-liked, or do you have to be well-liked to be famous? Where do I fit in(if at all)I dont feel like attempting to change..."

"I wanna dive deep into your mind and swim thru your intelligence. I wanna understand your hopes and dreams, all your beautiful hidden messages..."

'I blast off in space like an angry killer alien ape and I tear down jedi with intentions of taking over Republican states. Do you feel my madness? The mad hatter with rhetoric, and words soo wide, I could rival the Cheshire cat with his mischievous smile..."

"Maybe if I get famous by doing something I don't really like to do...maybe people will listen to me when I talk about stuff I really love to do. i.e. Writing, philosophy, book analysis..."

"Pops was right, women or money or both can motivate a man and enrage a man until his heart fills with malice..."

"My thoughts have importance...well, at least I think so."

"You say I'm too serious...yet no one takes me seriously... excuse me? WTF?"

"...every now and then I speak some truth and wisdom, but right now my brain cells in D-block, which means my words just not experiencin' freedom..."

"I am inspired to stay wired up to the people cuz they the ones that I speak to."

"Nile Najee is a Mad Hatter from the VA, who has method to his madness and a different type of brain matter; Lookin out for the mindknappers, who try to steal his thoughts while his brain is nappin'..."no no amigos, it aint happenin'". "

"I remember the days when white kids got beatdown for saying the N-word, with or without the "a"...and when wearing skinny jeans and vans got you joked out of school if you were black..."

"ようこそ私の考えに"
:Nile Najee:

Punctual punctuations and other rantings....

So yeah, it feels like forever since I have posted something on my blog. This has been mainly because of a very important reason. The large amounts of snowfall had frozen my brain. Now that my brain has thawed out I can commence to continue what I do best(well maybe the best).
On this beautiful morning, I went to my English class with a heart filled with happiness. I could finally get this Social discourse paper turned in. You may ask, "Why were so flustered about having it in your possession Nile?" I shall tell you. I am a habitual loser...no no no, not as in the opposite of a winner, but I misplace things,(close to how Dubya Bush "misplaced" WMDs). Most of the times these "things" are important; Things such as essays, keys, cars, babies and occasionally my house. Anyway, I have printed out my finished essay five times and have searched for the other ones with the vigorousness of a toddler searching for Waldo. I am rambling and I need to stop, but this is the view of "a brain on snow".
Anyway, today I was in Eng 111 learning about punctuations. Even at this moment, I am having to look back at my previous work, because I am sure I have misused them. I have to say that if punctuations were people and had feelings, they would be highly upset and dissatisfied with me and would probably rebel against me and my brain. They are like pawns in a chess game, they are so small and restricted, but as important as the queen. Sometimes I get the feeling writers take for granted the apostrophes, commas, and semi-colons of the writer world. I actually was shown an interesting sentence by Ms. Shaffer(my english professor). I think to say that it blew my mind would be an understatement. "Woman without her man is nothing." Depending on where you place the comma, depends how the meaning is interpreted entirely. If placed after woman and her, the sentence would imply that a man without a woman is nothing. If a comma is placed after man then the meaning is completely reversed. I have no idea how anyone else feels, but the English language is fascinating. Hopefully I can remember to implant these small entities into my writing correctly from now on. Speaking of essays...(sigh) I think it is time to buckle down and finish this Professional discourse essay. I have a good vibe about this weekend, due to the upcoming Chinese new year; The year of the Tiger. I shall devour this essay, like Shere Khan intended to do to Mowgli. So as I write this blog with the sounds of "Shiki No Uta" in my ears, my thoughts are beginning to wander to my future and career and interview questions. However, I still have a rogue thought that is pinching my brain. why have I developed such a social connection to my pen and pad, but I have become almost anti-social within this college atmosphere? I am thinking it has something to do with my fear; My fear that I may say the "right" thing at the "wrong" time. The "revolutionary in peacful times" that was within me has died...or at least been put in a coma. I say R.I.P. I appreciated the praise Ms. Shaffer gave me, but I am no brown-noser by far. Doctors save lives, Fireman put out fires and Politicians lie. I write because I love to write; Expressing myself simple and clean(well, sometimes just a little dirty) :Nile Najee: ようこそ私の考えに

Its slowly coming along....(more essay)

People decide to work in a particular field for a variety of reasons. It may be because it is a financially appealing career or it may be a line of work that runs in the family. Whatever the reason may be, there is no better way to understand the field that you want to choose then to fully research every intricate detail. Within the specific field of a College professor there are some key reasons for a person becoming one and of course there are reasons to discourage a person from being one. To begin with, many post-secondary teachers find the environment intellectually stimulating and rewarding because they are surrounded by others who enjoy the subject that they teach. College Professor has flexible schedules and the majority of the time chooses when they work and where. Much like college students they are responsible for getting work done (grading papers, attending meetings, other activities) but, there is no set amount of devotion that is required. College professors are able to participate in many non-academic activities due to this rigorous, but unrestricted environment. [bls.gov] This is the dream of an individual; Working and making money doing what you love around people who love the same thing. Skimming the surface of this career it seems like the right choice for anyone that would like to teach. The journey to get to this point is a long one and even when this idea of "love what you teach, teach what you love" is achieved; there are still complications as I mentioned earlier. Here is the deal, being a College Professor makes it harder for personal research to be done amid the grading of papers, creating homework and classroom assignments and answering large amounts of e-mail. What I have learned through writing my essay is that the work of a teacher can sometimes impede the important research and studies that can further a Professors career… :Nile Najee:

First Paragraph of Professional discourse essay...maybe

There are quite a few questions that are asked of you when you are a small child. A few of them are, what is your name, sometimes someone may ask how old you are or what your favorite color may be. Those questions are important and usually easily answered, but there is one question that can shape your future and start you on a path that may alter the way you challenge life’s many obstacles. Before this life changing question is revealed, lets flashback to when I first heard the question. It was fifteen years ago in an public school classroom not much different from the classrooms I attend in college;Students, eager to learn new material, and a teacher willing to give the students any and all valuable information so they can succeed. However, having information and knowing where to use it, is two different things. So now this is where the question asked of many school children comes into play, and in that classroom and many times after it was asked of me. "What do you want to be when you grow up Nile?” since that day i have answered with a variety of responses: President of the U.S.A, Archaeologist, a poet, a rapper, etc. Now I am nineteen years old, a freshman in college and I have been asked the same question. Surprisingly, the career that I have chosen is something that I never dreamed that I would want to do or had thought about doing. My indecisiveness has only allowed me to narrow my career down to a college professor; I am not completely sure what post-secondary subject I would like to teach at the moment. So this essay will include information regarding College Professors as a whole. I hope that the reader will learn as much as I did from my research and interviews within this manuscript and will understand the importance of fully knowing, "What you want to be when you grow up." :Nile Najee:

"My rhetoric is sometimes flippant"... no sh*t.

rhet•o•ric, noun; 1 : the art of speaking or writing effectively: as a : the study of principles and rules of composition formulated by critics of ancient times b : the study of writing or speaking as a means of communication or persuasion

flip•pant, adjective; lacking proper respect or seriousness

Am I funny? I do not believe I am, even though there are a few people who would say otherwise. Mostly these individuals consist of small children (my sister and numerous cousins) and young adults who at times have small burst of mental retardation (my close friends). So I personally don't believe I have a funny bone in my body. When I used to speak on important topics, I tried to be as serious as possible. However, over my nineteen years of intelligent rhetoric that has usually never been paid attention to; my words have become lazy and my incredible passion for everything has gone away. If you are wondering where this post is headed and where it came from, I shall explain. I was thinking about some of my writing that I do at the moment and the profession that I want to go into and I found that being serious will be a part of being a College professor. Serious?! Serious?! Nineteen years of having something to say and no one listening...relaxing just a little to fit-in...And my profession calls for published books, essays, magazine articles and did I mention that they have to be serious...? What I am driving at (sorry if my words are jumbled and all over the place) is that I have developed this flippant writing style that involves me being sarcastic about everything even when it’s serious and relevant. I am the skeptic no one wants to meet. The guy that argues that, “Nothing is known!”, and just basically ask “Why?” I have written essays and had conversations about topics just to ruffle people’s feathers. I used to care about the issues, now I tend to argue for the sake of arguing. My profession calls for published books. Who is going to by a book from an author who writes like his brain is going 120 mph on E? Who is going to READ a blog from a guy who really doesn't care because no one else cares? This is my dilemma: How can I change my writing style so I am not viewed as just some angry, ADD, sarcastic, A-hole, who just flippantly flips off the whole world and doesn’t give a sh*t. I want to be able to focus on one topic and stick with it in my writing. I don't want people to comment "hahahahahaha that is so true" under my post, I want them to just simply say "That is so true, thank you for writing this."
I don’t know how I will do it, but if I want to be a serious College professor I really want my writing style to change. ようこそ私の考えに: Nile Najee:

Some food for thought and a small poetic milkshake.

(Poetic milkshake)
Nile Najee is a Mad Hatter from the VA, who has method to his madness and a different type of brain matter; Lookin out for the mindknappers, who try to steal his thoughts while his brain is nappin'..."no no amigos, it aint happenin'".
ようこそ私の考えに :Nile Najee:


(The food for thought)
Obama can't fix eight years of insanity in a year...please hop off his back. Stop complaining and kick yourself in the bunghole for not rioting in the streets while George Dubya Bush was in office. Thank you and that is all. Oh btw I think Obama wore a red tie at the State of the Union adress to show who he was pointing out. Red = Republican. Not to mention the fact he was pissed at the fact he has had to fight, not only the GOP but his own party. It is a damn shame. :Nile Najee: ようこそ私の考えに

Poem...snow...music...English... On my brain.

'The Mighty Dollar"

Mr. Washington where have you been?
For you have been sorely missed,
My child last night,
Fell sick and died,
And death took the child by hand and sighed,
“If only Uncle George was here to bribe
The doctor who could have poked and pried
And found the tumor that lay inside.
The child would not cling to my cold but loving side.”
And then said I,
“Oh Death” I asked
“Do you see what Mr. Washington and his brothers,
Have against me.”
And death said to me,
“You work hard and you try to abide by the laws,
But hard work and morals shall always be crushed
by greed’s waiting claws.
“That is not true.” Said I to Death “Good will prevail
whether now or at my last breath.
I see no reason to steal, lie, and kill.
I have pride -dignity.
I’d rather die in glory with my child,
Then live in a hell like, money hungry misery.”
“You are wise,” said Death to I and I alone,
So I shall send your child back home,
To live and learn the ways of your noble bones.”
And then said I,
“Oh thank you Death for you are kind,
to give me back what is not mine.
So I can teach this child
To cherish good and loving times,
And not bow down to Washingtons' dollar signs.”
ようこそ私の考えに :Nile Najee:

Anger issues...and snow.

I have anger issues, full blown issues involving my anger.
Does this beginning statement have anything to do with writing in Eng 111? Yes, of course it does, because I am one of those writers that can show you how I feel without actually telling you. It is almost an aura that bleeds off of my words like a wound that wont stop bleeding and will never heal. I could write about the most kindhearted and holy person in the world, but you would still feel MY thoughts burning off the page. Thats how personal I make my words, I cant help it, thats just how it is. Now the problem with me is that I hold it in, anger that is, every other emotion I share with the world everyday. My joy, my sorrows, my regrets, my triumphants, but anger, it eats me from the inside out... like a cancer. Wow...exactly like a Cancer, by Cancer I mean the zodiac sign. They say Cancer's have the tendency to let things go until they just explode on whatever or whoever. We don't keep many friends, because we let this monster grow until it just too much too handle, and of course it becomes too much for someone else to handle. I would be writing my professional discourse project essay, but I can not, because all I can think about is the fact that I have this crazy duty to protect someone else feelings by not being able to live my life. That sentence was too long... let me make it simple.
I have someone saying, 'You have freedom to do what you want, but if you do what you want then I will lose my mind with worry." How do you comfort a person that doesn't want to be comforted? How do you live your life and protect someone elses sanity who you have know choice but to care about? I do not know...thats why its eating me, slowly...slowly...slowly...slowly...slowly, so I have to write. I have to write like I have a demon on my back. I feel like if I write, the aura will only be radiating from my words instead of me. God give me strength, because I need it, I am stuck between a rock and a hard place, and I can not see the light of day. oh and thank you for the snow...
ようこそ私の考えに :Nile Najee:

Eng 111 Second blog writing evaluation

I have discovered that I am two things, a free thinker and a writer. Not necessarily in that order. The question is, am I a writer who thinks freely, or a free thinker who happens to write. I believe I am the latter, because I have been a free thinker long before I loved to write. I think writing for me is just a way to get my thoughts out to whoever listens. Honestly not that many people listen...or even care for that matter. This sad fact not suprisingly runs over into the next paper that I will be required to write in ENG 111. How does it run over, and eager reader may wonder(or not care at all). I shall answer your question...with a question. what career would enable me to share my thoughts to people who would not only listen, but care? That, my friends is where I have my dilemma. This is going to be a HUGE sidenote, but I am tired and I have the itis, because I just ate a load of china food(yes I know said china food, not chinese food) and all I can think about is putting my hands down, closing my eyes and falling asleep. However, that is something I will not do, because I want to keep writing this post(regardless of who reads it).
Okay I think I am back on track, so lets see, what do i want to be when I grow up? I believe I may posssibly want to be some type of educator. When people ask, I tell them a History or English professor, so I think a history professor will be what I write my essay on. where will I find a history professor to interview?! I guess I can go hunt for one at NSU or ODU or even better, TCC. I think I am going to take a break for a few when my mind isnt in such a distracted state.( I keep thinking about china food). I can assure myself that I will check online to research my career choice in about five minutes, but for now, I will be going.... ^_^
ようこそ私の考えに :Nile Najee:

I am a....

writer [ˈraɪtə]
n
1. (Communication Arts / Journalism & Publishing) a person who writes books, articles, etc., esp as an occupation
2. (Communication Arts / Printing, Lithography & Bookbinding) the person who has written something specified
3. (Literary & Literary Critical Terms) a person who is able to write or write well
Collins English Dictionary – Complete and Unabridged 6th Edition 2003. © William Collins Sons & Co. Ltd 1979, 1986 © HarperCollins Publishers 1991, 1994, 1998, 2000, 2003

U.P.M.W. (Uniting people with Music and Words) Social discourse project, ENG 111

January 27, 2010

Ms. Taylor-Magee
1700 College Crescent Virginia Beach, VA 23453

Dear Ms. Taylor-Magee,
I would like to start off by stating that I am a proud student of Tidewater Community College. I know that you may hear many proposals of clubs that do not always focus on the whole of TCC. However, I am proposing not just a school wide club, but a topic that is universal. I would like to present to you the U.P.M.W., Uniting People with Music and Words. This is the ideal organization that will bring students together, and will increase the retention rate. I feel that a program such as this can expand far and wide, from campus to campus. I am proposing a club that isn’t specified just for certain ages, or whether you have different majors. No, music is enjoyed by everyone, so I would like to use it to unite the school and people in general, by creating this club. This idea can expand far and wide, and I believe that it will create more of camaraderie between students, faculty and the public as one body. I want to cater to people who like Rock music, Hip-hop, Jazz, Country, Beat-boxing, open mic poetry etc. If we bring all these different genres of music together, I believe if people can open their minds to new and unique types of music; they can open their minds to a variety of things. Music is the start, because it is the most universal form of expression. Nothing less, this is just the tip of the iceberg for my dream for TCC and beyond, and I want to explain to you how we can make it a thriving reality.
The detailed purpose of this club/organization is to share people’s gift of music and words in a structured environment that will promote a variety of music, poetry and sound. Exposing a group of individuals to a mixture of new and unique music from all over the country and the world can be a start to understanding and learning about other cultures and social groups. This is an idea that can materialize, because I myself have found this true from experience. Once an avid listener of American rock and hip-hop, I stumbled upon a few Japanese songs that caught my interest. Ever since my encounter with these songs, I have immersed myself in the culture of Japan and also expanded my knowledge of other cultures and music. There is too much segregation within the world itself, but music should not be segregated. If you are white I think it is nothing wrong with listening to hip-hop and if you are black it is nothing wrong with listening to rock music, and if you are an American it is nothing wrong with listening to music from other countries. The words the emotions, even the topics are similar. Each person in the world has a story and people should hear these stories and appreciate them. So within this club that I am proposing there will be an environment that will encourage a "melting pot" of music that will explore music from different states, time periods, countries and continents. This discovery of new genres and musical cultures will prompt students to find out about the cultures and people they have listened too. Many countries listen to American music, but do not know the history behind it, so why not use this club to connect to other countries and teach them the history and vice-a-versa. The idea that music can change lives is an understatement. Musicians such as Bob Marley, Michael Jackson, The Beatles, Selena, and Johnny Cash have changed the face of the planet, bringing people together through either their music, their words...or both. In order to continue to have influential and positive musicians, the club will have numerous fundraisers that will support local TCC musicians and lyricist. The club will host mini-concerts to display the talents of up and coming musicians and lyricist, through talent shows, competitions and collaborations of music and poetry. All the proceeds will go directly to expanding the club and eventually, creating a TCC radio station that will furthermore spread a variety of music to the public.
Our Motto shall be “Music is universal, so why can't we use it to become universal ourselves?” I want to emphasize on this motto, because the club will incorporate “Universal” in a lot of the activities that we will undergo. This includes trips to concerts of all genres of music, including musicals. Hopefully we can work towards taking trips during spring break to other cities where a type of musical sound was originated, for example jazz in New Orleans. The club will study the reason and story behind the creation of a genre of music in order to share the information with fellow students and the public. Activities such as mentoring grade school children would be within the plan of “Universal”. Opening young student’s eyes to the world through music, increasing their confidence by showing them how they can expand their gifts, whether it is music or poetry. This is one of the many goals of the U.P.M.W. In order to make it clear and precise, I have set up a list of the most important goals of the U.P.M.W organization.
• Increase the retention rate at Tidewater community college by uniting students and creating a sense of belonging through music, sound, and words.
• Close the gap of musical segregation, by educating students in different genres of music and expose them to other cultures music, musicians and poetry.
• Educate the public as a whole by performing concerts, competitions and talent shows, with a variety of music and poetry.
• Create a radio station ran by TCC students and with a mix and variety of music from students and professional artist from around the country and world.
• Have a mentoring program like the “Save the Music” foundation, which includes TCC students talking to and mentoring grade school students interested in music and poetry.
It would be benefit the school greatly if this group was recognized at TCC as an official school club. Knowing the potential of this club, and how much it can change the face of college life, I feel that there is no better place to propose this idea than at Tidewater Community College. I appreciate the time you have given this idea and I hope that we can work together in the near future to make this dream a reality.



Sincerely,
Nile Najee D Yarn
Nile Najee D Yarn
Email: Nile_Najee@yahoo.com

Off the dome...

I let my fingers fly and my mind sky dive,
I ask God why my eyes stay so wide?
Lookin at the world with compound eyes,
seeing every intricate detail in the blue blue sky,
I hear evil, see evil and speak it too,
because I'm human, I ruin my brain with lust, greed and envy.
Honestly who hasnt, thought at one time like Nile Najee.
Writing freestlye? Dont know if there is such a thing,
but I know I have no crown on my head,
I claim no throne and I am no king.
Easy to please,Its REAL easy to be me.
I aint trying to be perfect,
all I can do is look at the mirror and see ME.

ようこそ私の考えに :Nile Najee:

Gorillaz, french toast and some more writing

Some more of what I have been putting together...


The detailed purpose of this club/organization is to share people’s gift of music and words in a structured environment that will promote a variety of music and poetry. The idea exposing a group of individuals to a mixture of new and unique music from all over the country and the world, can be a start to understanding and learning about other cultures and social groups. This is an idea that can materialize, because I myself have found this true thru experience. Once an avid listener of American rock and hip-hop, I stumbled upon a few Japanese songs that caught my interest. Ever since my encounter with these songs, I have immersed myself in the culture of Japan and also expanded my knowledge of other cultures and music. There is too much segregation within the world itself, but music should not be segregated. If you are white I think it is nothing wrong with listening to hip-hop and if you are black it is nothing wrong with listening to rock music. The words the emotions, even the topics are similar. Each person in the world has a story and people should hear those stories and appreciate them. So within this club that I am proposing their will be an environment that will encourage a "melting pot" of music, that will explore music from different states, time periods, countries and continents. This discovery of new genres and musical cultures will prompt students to find out about the cultures and people they have listened too. Many countries listen to American music, but do not know the history behind it, so why not use this club to connect to other countries and teach them the history and vice-a-versa.
The idea that music can change lives is an understatement. Musicians such as Bob Marley, Michael Jackson, The Beatles, Selena, and Johnny Cash have changed the face of the planet, bringing people together through either their music, their words...or both. In order to continue to have influential and positive musicians, the club will have numerous fundraisers that will support local TCC musicians and lyricist. The club will host mini-concerts to display the talents of up and coming musicians and lyricist, through talent shows, competitions and collaborations of music and poetry. All the proceeds will go directly to expanding the club and eventually creating a TCC radio station that will furthermore spread the variety of music to the public.
ようこそ私の考えに :Nile Najee:

Vikings lost...but I shall not fail on this essay! ^_^

*Just the beginning of it..more later 2nite

I would like to start off by stating that I am a proud student of TCC. I plan to use this wonderful opportunity to work towards being an educator on the college level, teaching History or English. I know that you may hear many proposals of clubs that do not always focus on the WHOLE of TCC. However, I am proposing not just a school wide club, but a topic that is universal. I would like to present to you the UPMW, Uniting People with Music and Words. This is the ideal organization that will bring students together, and will increase the retention rate. I feel that a program such as this can expand far and wide, and the public as a united body. I am proposing a club that isn’t specified just for certain ages, or whether you have different majors. No, music is enjoyed by everyone, so I would like to use it to unite the school and people in general by creating this club. This idea can expand far and wide, and I believe that will create more of camaraderie between students, faculty and the public as one body. I want to cater to people who like Rock music, Hip-hop, jazz, country, beat-boxing, or open mic poetry. If we bring all these different genres of music together, I believe if people can open their minds to new and unique types of music, they can open their minds to a variety of things. Music is the start, because it is the most universal form of expression. This is just the tip of the iceberg for my dream for Tidewater Community College and beyond, and I want to explain to you how we can make it a thriving reality.