-During my first week at college, I was riding my bike on the sidewalk just in front of the Memorial Student Center. The sidewalk ends at an intersection, and instead of stopping and looking both ways, I took a glance and kept on going. A car was making a right hand turn and we collided. I hit the left front side of the car and slid across the hood. My right foot took out his hood ornament and my main body bent his antenna. Off the other end of the car I went, lucky I landed on my feet. The driver jumps out and asked me if I was fine and I said, "Yes". The only damaged that I received to my body was a window-burn on my left shoulder which I still have to this day. He said not to worry about the car because it was old and he did not really care about it. It turns out that he is an English teacher for the University. After the accident, I was expecting at least a bent wheel or something, on my bike, but there was not even a scratch on it. Looking back at this accident, I consider myself very, very luck. F.Y.I. was traveling to the Marshall Univ. Catholic Newman Center and I wonder if there was an Angel watching over me. Nine months later, I talked to him and he still has the car. The car still shows the battle scars, dented panel, hood scratched, missing hood ornament, but he did buy a new antenna.

-Two months after this accident, I was walking to English class and I was about ten minutes early (which does not happen often). My English teacher gave us this big lecture about getting to class on time. I was walking between the Student Center and Old Main when I felt this plunk on my head. I put my hand up on my head and in disbelief I yell aloud, "A F***ing bird just shited on me". Saying that was the worst thing that I could have done because it just brought attention to what happened. I walked all the way back to my dorm room, took a shower, and then had to walk back to my English class. As soon as I walked in the classroom, she asked me why I was late and I had to tell her the truth. The whole class laughed!

-During the month of October, I scored my first "kill" on campus. At Marshall University, there are squirrels everywhere. It was about 10:00 p.m. and I decided I needed to burn off some energy, so I rode my bike around campus. There is a cement bike path that goes up a hill behind Morrow Library. This path was originally three feet wide and its main purpose is to allow students to ride their bikes up and down the hill, instead of having to carry them up a set of steps. After faculty saw people in wheelchairs using it, they reduced the width by half. Now the path is about a foot wide, which is now nearly impossible to keep your bike on the path when going up or down it. Let me get back to the story here. I went down the path and I felt a bump. When I got to the bottom of the hill, I got off the bike and walked up the ramp. I was expecting to see something like a stick or a rock, but instead there was a dead squirrel lying there. I felt sorry for the squirrel, but what could I do? I didn't want it anybody else to hit it so I just kicked it off of the ramp, and slid it under the brush. In the end, that squirrel did not have to worry about collecting nuts for that winter.

-A friend, my roommate, and I decided to walk down town one night.  On the way back, we stopped at “Ward’s Donut”.  When we walked out two people followed up.  They stopped us and yelled at us, they were drunk.  The next thing I know, one throws a punch at Matt.  I step in and say, “You can’t do that”.  Then I get hit in the face (it was nothing) and I start throwing punches.  I look behind me expecting to see my friends with me and they were half way down 4^th Avenue.  I was not really upset that two idiots jumped us, I was more upset that I was helping someone else and they take off running. 

-My roommate, Matt, was playing with my laser pointer. He was hitting people on the sidewalk with it from the eight floor of Twin Towers East. I was watching C.O.P.S and two episodes when on and off so he was doing it for more then an hour. I got out of bed and looked out the window and I saw some black guys pointing to our window. "Matt they are going to come up here and kick the crap out of you." Matt replied, "They don't know where we are and they can't get in the building." (My guess was that when they were pointing, they were counting the floors and windows.) Just about five minutes later, this guy walks straight into the room without even knocking. I was sitting on my bed doing something and he corners Matt between his bed and the wall, and yells. All Matt could say is, "Yes Sir . . . Yes Sir . . . I will never do it again Sir". In the meantime, I am thinking, "Hit Matt, he deserves it". Luckily, the guy left the room after chewing Matt out and no punches were thrown. When the door closed, Matt just sits on his bed and watches TV as if nothing happened.

-At the very end of my sophomore year, I had a mouse die in my bed. I went to bed around 2:30 am because I was studying for exams. I woke up around 7:30 to get ready for my 9 o'clock exam. When I walked back in from the shower, I glanced at my bed and I noticed that there was something lying there. I looked at it closer and I could not believe it, it was a mouse! Twin Towers has drop-ceiling tiles and I removed two of them so I could hang my bike from the steel rafters. . The mouse was running across the ceiling and did not realize that they’re two of the ceiling tiles were removed. He took a step and fell. He hit my rear-wheel sprocket on my 21-speed bike, which resulted him in cutting his back and bleeding to death. This all happened while I was asleep because a blood smear existed from where I moved it in my sleep. I took a picture of this and I will publish it when I find it.

November 12, 2006