I admit with pride that I am a G.R.I.T.S. (Girl Raised in the South). Of course being raised in the South used to have meaning - people assumed (and some still do) - that Southerners will act a certain way and do things in a certain way. One thing that I had drilled into me when I was a child was manners. Please and thank you. Yes ma'am, no ma'am. Yes sir, no sir. And if you need to move passed someone who is in your way, "Excuse me," usually does the trick. Or at least it used to.
“Writing”; I have heard many explanations as to why we right. “I have to write because I can't help, but do so”. “I feel that I am going to burst if I don’t write”.
In my opinion I think they are the right statements to a bigger answer.
Our writing is just as important as our children being the legacy that carries forward our name; “Smith”, “Jones”, and “Grovhoug”.
But, I would go one step further to say the overwhelming urge to write is to say “I was here”.
Saturdays for a student usually meant his rest day. After all, its a Saturday and its a day to rest and, in some cases, heal the wounds inflicted the week before, or even just the night before. With all the booze? Come on, You need a whole day to rest for that.
But that's not in the vocabulary of a medical student. Not by a long shot, not when you have the major exams looming the week ahead.
I had it figured out. I scheduled my subjects accordingly and created a sort of
Episode 39 of The Dark InSpectre is online, in which our hero has to ask his boss for help at the murder scene if he has any hope of keeping his investigation quiet.
Here’s an excerpt:
Walter shook his head then got up and walked over to the wall of blood, directly across from the smiley face, and stood staring at it. His voice sounded almost haunted. “He’s like a… psychic vampire?”
“Not quite. He feeds on leftover psychic energy, and from what I understand, there
I'll admit that I am frustrated. I'm not surprised, though. I just wish I can go back and pinpoint when this all started. I think when VCRs first came out, and people were intimidated by the instructions on how to set the clock. It became socially acceptable to just leave it flashing "12:00". Or put a piece of black tape over the clock, if you were really crafty.
Now, it seems that every problem has the same solutions for modern "man": Ignore the problem, or