NEW TECHNOLOGIES FORCING JOURNALISM/JOURNALISTS INTO NEW REALMS OF MEDIA
MEGAN E. STUTTLE
October 29, 2009
BUFFALO, NY -- Jerry Sullivan leans back in a chair, donned in a short sleeved button down t-shirt, glasses, and a blue Titlist hat. He’s relaxed, calm, and his wrists lack a watch. These traits are some that one would never think a man would hold who has so many deadlines to consider. “I’m a whack job, let’s face it,” Sullivan exclaims, speaking of his opinions about his own career and the work he’s done throughout it.
Sullivan is the senior sports columnist for The Buffalo News, where he’s been for the past twenty years. Being a columnist, Sullivan is able to share his opinion with the city of Buffalo and enjoys the fact that he “can just lay it out there,” where “it” is referring to his opinions about the National Football League’s team in Buffalo, the Bills. Being a sports columnist was not always where Sullivan saw his career going, however.
Being one of three children in his family, Sullivan grew up in Newport, Rhode Island playing and becoming a fan of many sports. He would listen to Red Sox games on a transistor radio and dreamt of being a sports announcer. His first taste of writing came to him when he attended the University of Missouri when he wrote for the school paper. Sullivan loved it.
When his first story was published about his fraternity’s golf tournament, he immediately cut it out and taped it to his wall. “It gets in your blood,” he explains.
After graduating from college with a degree in Journalism, Sullivan traveled to cities such as Binghamton, New York, Syracuse, and Los Angeles. He left sports writing to become a news writer while residing in the city of Syracuse, New York. “Sports become deadening after a while,” he says, considering it “redundant” at times. After only six months, he moved to New York City to write an NBA column for “News Day.” Sullivan settled in Buffalo, New York in April of 1989 to write his column.
Although great opportunities have arose for Sullivan to write about several Olympics, Superbowls, and Mohammad Ali’s 1994 visit to Rochester, there are some cons to his career.
Once a married, family man with three children of his own, Sullivan is now divorced. He was away a lot and missed a lot of family events. “Have an understanding spouse,” he advises to anybody thinking about a career in journalism.
He also lies awake at night thinking about his column and is a self proclaimed “fearful writer,” causing him write in a more automatic and hurried fashion. He finds that the interviewing part of his job is unrewarding, which is why he enjoys writing his column solely based upon his opinions. Although he is the only columnist that is specific to the Bills that is able to give his opinion, Sullivan claims that having an opinion column can have its drawbacks and he often wishes that he could write about something else.
“How many different ways can you say the quarterback stinks and the coach isn’t good?” he asks. Not being a Bills fan himself, he even finds it frivolous and irrelevant at times.
“You can’t be a fan of the team that you cover,” he explains, “fans are among the least objected people in the world.”
Sullivan’s main priority of writing his column for the Buffalo News has become a part of a list of priorities, though. Sullivan has an online blog, a live chat every Friday, and hosts a radio program on WGR Sports Radio two times daily on Mondays and Fridays at 7:05 AM and again at 5:00 PM.
Sullivan writes about four columns in the paper each week, but writes several blogs per day. “The column is the job, I do that just to feed the beast,” he states, confessing to hurrying through writing his blog entries.
This paradigm change in journalism technologies has been difficult for Sullivan to adjust to. He produces his blogs because he has to, but chooses to ignore the online networking trends, Twitter and Facebook. “Maybe it hurts me in some ways,” he says. This may be true, considering that use of alternate journalism media such as his blog has given him an advantage of having more outlets to connect with his readers.
Sullivan’s opinions in his columns and blogs are often shared by the community. He declares that he is “in tune with what people are thinking.”
“Be curious, be a reader, love the language,” advises Sullivan to anybody who has an interest in writing. He reveals his belief that writing has an essence, “every little detail means something. Maybe I’m just crazy.”
Sullivan receives about two hundred e-mails regarding feedback to each of his columns. He receives even more when the Bills lose a game. “Sometimes people wanna just pour their heart out to you,” he says.
Because of this growing technology and faster internet retrieval speeds, Sullivan is able to read each one of these e-mails and tries to reply back to each one.
In the age of new technology, Sullivan hopes that he can continue writing his column in the newspaper for a long time. “The line has been blurred because of the internet,” he says, “Who knows what’s going to happen to newspapers.” But he happily claims that Buffalo has “one of the most stable newspapers in America, if not the most.”
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Assignment 3
THE HIGHWAY TO HEAVEN
MEGAN E. STUTTLE
September 29, 2009
TONAWANDA, NY— It is a Monday night at the Tonawanda Free Methodist Church.
On this particular Monday night, it is raining. So, instead of the usual Monday night scene of people congregating in the parking lot with their Harleys, Hondas, Yamahas, and other varieties of motorcycles lining the church lot, a more standard scene appears as people file into the church from their cars to congregate inside away from the rain. Once inside, however, it is clear by the array of denim and do-rags as to where you are.
Inside the church, there is a set of ten rows of pews on each side of the middle aisle. Stained glass windows in vibrant colors line the side walls. At the front of the church lies a small stage, set up with drums, pianos, and microphone stands where the Pastor stands, in jeans and a t-shirt, preparing to give his sermon.
“Bert got a new bike this week!” announces Pastor Tony Fischer before beginning his sermon, which is immediately followed by cheers and applause from the forty three attendees in the pews, mostly motorcycle owners and riders.
The usual crowd of this Monday night gathering consists of anywhere up to one hundred nineteen attendees. Pastor Don Mohr, the lead pastor of TFMC, estimates that the ratio of people is about fifty, fifty when it comes to motorcycle riders to non-riders. Among this ratio is the regular Sunday crowd that likes to come Mondays as well, bikers from other churches, and people who use this Monday night ritual as the only church ceremony they attend.
These people also untraditionally come from all different backgrounds and religions. “You have Catholics next to Protestants... next to Jehovah Witnesses…” stated Pastor Tony, a converted Roman Catholic, explaining the reason for the basic sermon that does not go in depth about being a Christian. “You don’t have to worry about offending anybody,” explains Pastor Don, in accordance with Pastor Tony’s clarification of the Monday night church. Biker Church was born five years ago when Pastor Tony approached Pastor Don with the idea, and has been running every Monday since, without cancellation.
On the right forearm of Pastor Tony lie three crosses and the words, “Praise His Name,” a tattoo that bonded him and Pastor Don together. This tattoo led to the conversation of a common interest: motorcycles. Both men own Harley Davidson motorcycles and came up with the idea to make Monday night church a Biker Church, a place where these men and women with the common interest of motorcycles can come together to worship.
Not many people attended Monday night church so they decided to give it a try as they didn’t have much to lose. Some changes had to be made to adapt to everybody’s needs, though. The ceremony is short, consisting of about fifteen minutes of contemporary Christian music led by Pastor Don and a fifteen minute sermon by Pastor Tony, which he writes himself. Those are not the only differences, though.
“We don’t send around an offering plate,” both men verified. It is sitting out on a table for those who wish to make a donation, but it is never passed around. Communion is also offered only one Monday of every month, including this one. Communion is not done until the end of the ceremony, though, and is done in a manner where “you do not have to be a member of [the] church, all you have to do is love Jesus,” says Pastor Tony before handing out the bread and cups that represent the body and blood of Christ. Everybody then takes their bread and cups back to their seats to have communion altogether “as a family” rather than individually, as practiced in most church ceremonies.
The ceremony begins at seven o’ clock sharp with Pastor Tony asking everybody to take their seats but to remain standing, followed by three songs by the band. The band consists of three guitarists, one bass player, one keyboard player, and a drummer. Pastor Tony takes one of the guitars and begins as the lead singer to “I Could Sing of Your Love Forever.” The crowd follows suit, swaying, clapping, and singing along to the lyrics that are posted on a projection screen to the left of the stage. The crowd then begins to sing along to a blues version of “I Believe My Redeemer Lives” and then to “Humble Thyself,” all Christian songs with a more upbeat and contemporary swing. Pastor Don then leads everybody in a short prayer before everybody is seated and the sermon begins, led by Pastor Tony.
Pastor Tony declares that he always sends a strong message through the words of his sermons, but always focuses on salvation, a topic that many of the Biker Church-goers can relate to. This concept of salvation through the love of Jesus is one that brings the variety of people who attend every Monday together, along with the stories that they have to share about devastation they have encountered, or have come close to encountering in their lives.
Dennis Carraway and Victor Wood are two such members of Biker Church who have encountered the devotion that they all carry for each other through near tragedies. Both men were involved in motorcycle accidents and have survived to tell their stories of the love and support they received from the church. In July 2007, Wood went into a ditch with his bike. He was visited by members of the church throughout his stay in the hospital, all concerned for his well-being and keeping him in their prayers.
Carraway attended Biker Church the second week it was offered and has been going every week since. He was the proud owner of a Yamaha until a terrible accident had him flown to Erie County Medical Center. “I almost died that night,” stated Carraway, reminiscing about how not a day went by where he had not been visited by or received a call from either Pastor Don or Pastor Tony. And, although he has stopped riding motorcycles, he is still alive, “by the grace of God and all my friends,” he pronounces.
Alfonso Cutaia, a professor of motorcycle safety courses at Niagara Community College, has also found salvation through Biker Church. After encountering some health problems that resulted in being revived by use of a defibrillator, he had an epiphany. “I didn’t see the light at the end of the tunnel,” says Cutaia, a realization that brought him back to church and to put God back into his life.
Cutaia grew up Roman Catholic, but decided that it was very narrow minded and “grew out of it”, bringing him and his two young sons, who also love riding motorcycles with their father, to Biker Church. The Pastor makes it enjoyable and keeps him coming back every week. “He preaches, but can also be your best friend”, Cutaia explains. It is a different kind of union for these men and women who attend Biker Church. When conventional churches have judged them by their looks, making them feel intimidating or as if they don’t fit in, Biker Church has given them sanctuary. Conventional church is not the only place this group finds judgment, though.
After the sermon has ended and communion is taken, the members of Biker Church head out to congregate for what is known as Fellowship Time. Fellowship Time can be held anywhere from a biker bar (where nobody drinks) to an ice cream parlor. This Monday night’s congregation was held at Hoover’s, a burger and ice cream establishment across town.
“You’re always going to get the people that don’t like bikers,” explains Pastor Tony about how poorly they are received at many of these restaurants they attend after church. Once people are able to see behind the leather and tattoos, however, they are able to recognize them for who they really are. “We’re not a club, we’re not a gang, we are a church,” Pastor Tony clarifies.
When faced with a situation where they are not kindly greeted, the atmosphere is drastically changed once they gather to pray before their meals. “We use the motorcycles as a tool to reach other people.” Pastor Tony goes on to describe how once people notice that they are not stereotypical bikers and are not harmful, they become interested in their cause. Such an example occurs at Hoover’s, regardless of the lack of motorcycles. A small family in the corner of the restaurant approaches Pastor Tony regarding the Biker Church t-shirts donned by several members of the church that evoked some curiosity, rather than intimidation, to these onlookers.
“We’re like a fraternity,” asserts Dave Eiss about the relationship he shares with the other members of Biker Church, he stops, then elaborates, “we’re stronger than brothers and sisters.”
MEGAN E. STUTTLE
September 29, 2009
TONAWANDA, NY— It is a Monday night at the Tonawanda Free Methodist Church.
On this particular Monday night, it is raining. So, instead of the usual Monday night scene of people congregating in the parking lot with their Harleys, Hondas, Yamahas, and other varieties of motorcycles lining the church lot, a more standard scene appears as people file into the church from their cars to congregate inside away from the rain. Once inside, however, it is clear by the array of denim and do-rags as to where you are.
Inside the church, there is a set of ten rows of pews on each side of the middle aisle. Stained glass windows in vibrant colors line the side walls. At the front of the church lies a small stage, set up with drums, pianos, and microphone stands where the Pastor stands, in jeans and a t-shirt, preparing to give his sermon.
“Bert got a new bike this week!” announces Pastor Tony Fischer before beginning his sermon, which is immediately followed by cheers and applause from the forty three attendees in the pews, mostly motorcycle owners and riders.
The usual crowd of this Monday night gathering consists of anywhere up to one hundred nineteen attendees. Pastor Don Mohr, the lead pastor of TFMC, estimates that the ratio of people is about fifty, fifty when it comes to motorcycle riders to non-riders. Among this ratio is the regular Sunday crowd that likes to come Mondays as well, bikers from other churches, and people who use this Monday night ritual as the only church ceremony they attend.
These people also untraditionally come from all different backgrounds and religions. “You have Catholics next to Protestants... next to Jehovah Witnesses…” stated Pastor Tony, a converted Roman Catholic, explaining the reason for the basic sermon that does not go in depth about being a Christian. “You don’t have to worry about offending anybody,” explains Pastor Don, in accordance with Pastor Tony’s clarification of the Monday night church. Biker Church was born five years ago when Pastor Tony approached Pastor Don with the idea, and has been running every Monday since, without cancellation.
On the right forearm of Pastor Tony lie three crosses and the words, “Praise His Name,” a tattoo that bonded him and Pastor Don together. This tattoo led to the conversation of a common interest: motorcycles. Both men own Harley Davidson motorcycles and came up with the idea to make Monday night church a Biker Church, a place where these men and women with the common interest of motorcycles can come together to worship.
Not many people attended Monday night church so they decided to give it a try as they didn’t have much to lose. Some changes had to be made to adapt to everybody’s needs, though. The ceremony is short, consisting of about fifteen minutes of contemporary Christian music led by Pastor Don and a fifteen minute sermon by Pastor Tony, which he writes himself. Those are not the only differences, though.
“We don’t send around an offering plate,” both men verified. It is sitting out on a table for those who wish to make a donation, but it is never passed around. Communion is also offered only one Monday of every month, including this one. Communion is not done until the end of the ceremony, though, and is done in a manner where “you do not have to be a member of [the] church, all you have to do is love Jesus,” says Pastor Tony before handing out the bread and cups that represent the body and blood of Christ. Everybody then takes their bread and cups back to their seats to have communion altogether “as a family” rather than individually, as practiced in most church ceremonies.
The ceremony begins at seven o’ clock sharp with Pastor Tony asking everybody to take their seats but to remain standing, followed by three songs by the band. The band consists of three guitarists, one bass player, one keyboard player, and a drummer. Pastor Tony takes one of the guitars and begins as the lead singer to “I Could Sing of Your Love Forever.” The crowd follows suit, swaying, clapping, and singing along to the lyrics that are posted on a projection screen to the left of the stage. The crowd then begins to sing along to a blues version of “I Believe My Redeemer Lives” and then to “Humble Thyself,” all Christian songs with a more upbeat and contemporary swing. Pastor Don then leads everybody in a short prayer before everybody is seated and the sermon begins, led by Pastor Tony.
Pastor Tony declares that he always sends a strong message through the words of his sermons, but always focuses on salvation, a topic that many of the Biker Church-goers can relate to. This concept of salvation through the love of Jesus is one that brings the variety of people who attend every Monday together, along with the stories that they have to share about devastation they have encountered, or have come close to encountering in their lives.
Dennis Carraway and Victor Wood are two such members of Biker Church who have encountered the devotion that they all carry for each other through near tragedies. Both men were involved in motorcycle accidents and have survived to tell their stories of the love and support they received from the church. In July 2007, Wood went into a ditch with his bike. He was visited by members of the church throughout his stay in the hospital, all concerned for his well-being and keeping him in their prayers.
Carraway attended Biker Church the second week it was offered and has been going every week since. He was the proud owner of a Yamaha until a terrible accident had him flown to Erie County Medical Center. “I almost died that night,” stated Carraway, reminiscing about how not a day went by where he had not been visited by or received a call from either Pastor Don or Pastor Tony. And, although he has stopped riding motorcycles, he is still alive, “by the grace of God and all my friends,” he pronounces.
Alfonso Cutaia, a professor of motorcycle safety courses at Niagara Community College, has also found salvation through Biker Church. After encountering some health problems that resulted in being revived by use of a defibrillator, he had an epiphany. “I didn’t see the light at the end of the tunnel,” says Cutaia, a realization that brought him back to church and to put God back into his life.
Cutaia grew up Roman Catholic, but decided that it was very narrow minded and “grew out of it”, bringing him and his two young sons, who also love riding motorcycles with their father, to Biker Church. The Pastor makes it enjoyable and keeps him coming back every week. “He preaches, but can also be your best friend”, Cutaia explains. It is a different kind of union for these men and women who attend Biker Church. When conventional churches have judged them by their looks, making them feel intimidating or as if they don’t fit in, Biker Church has given them sanctuary. Conventional church is not the only place this group finds judgment, though.
After the sermon has ended and communion is taken, the members of Biker Church head out to congregate for what is known as Fellowship Time. Fellowship Time can be held anywhere from a biker bar (where nobody drinks) to an ice cream parlor. This Monday night’s congregation was held at Hoover’s, a burger and ice cream establishment across town.
“You’re always going to get the people that don’t like bikers,” explains Pastor Tony about how poorly they are received at many of these restaurants they attend after church. Once people are able to see behind the leather and tattoos, however, they are able to recognize them for who they really are. “We’re not a club, we’re not a gang, we are a church,” Pastor Tony clarifies.
When faced with a situation where they are not kindly greeted, the atmosphere is drastically changed once they gather to pray before their meals. “We use the motorcycles as a tool to reach other people.” Pastor Tony goes on to describe how once people notice that they are not stereotypical bikers and are not harmful, they become interested in their cause. Such an example occurs at Hoover’s, regardless of the lack of motorcycles. A small family in the corner of the restaurant approaches Pastor Tony regarding the Biker Church t-shirts donned by several members of the church that evoked some curiosity, rather than intimidation, to these onlookers.
“We’re like a fraternity,” asserts Dave Eiss about the relationship he shares with the other members of Biker Church, he stops, then elaborates, “we’re stronger than brothers and sisters.”
Assignment 2
WAKING UP TO A NIGHTMARE
COLLEGE ROOMMATES GONE BAD
MEGAN E. STUTTLE
September 22, 2009
BUFFALO, NY – A weeknight at the State University of New York in Purchase of sophomore year for Danielle Hanna would typically consist of preparing for the next day’s classes and getting a good night’s worth of sleep. Hanna knows otherwise due to be awoken by odd noises coming from the bed of her roommate, Heather. “Heather this is the second time this has happened and I really don’t appreciate it,” Hanna recalls saying. Never would one guess that this would be a request for Heather to stop having sex in the bed next to her roommate who was trying to sleep.
This scenario is only one of many nightmare examples of how having a roommate in college can go terribly wrong. A bad roommate experience can happen to any person, in any college, at any level of their education. Luckily, a bad roommate experience can give others a chance to learn and receive advice to avoid these situations. Here is a collection of stories that are both enlightening and disturbing from those who have experienced nightmare roommates firsthand.
One such story comes from Mike Pompette, a senior and English major at the University at Buffalo. Pompette describes his experience with his roommate, Jack throughout the fall of 2007 at Binghamton University as “the worst experience of [his] life.”
Jack was a previous roommate of a mutual friend he and Pompette shared, who also neglected to inform Pompette of the certain chaos he was about to face by sharing a living space with Jack. Pompette described Jack as the most intrusive and nosy person, who would make use of stuff that was not his in the apartment on a daily basis.
He would sleep and eat on the leather couches, spilling mustard, relish, and getting “all kinds of shit everywhere” from the food which was made on the grill, also supplied to the apartment by Pompette. Due to opposite work schedules, living with Jack was tolerable, but only for so long.
After locking Pompette out of the apartment for two whole days by use of a padlock with all of Pompette’s belongings inside, Jack had crossed his last line. Pompette moved out after only six and a half months of living with Jack. He was so perplexed by the entire situation that he forgot his own grill while trying to move out as quickly as possible.
Pompette’s advice for anybody going into a situation of living with a roommate: don’t live with somebody you don’t know, advice that is agreed upon by several other victims of nightmare roommates.
Jonathan Joseph, also a senior at the University at Buffalo, experienced a similar roommate nightmare such as that of Pompette’s. In the spring of 2007, Joseph was placed in a dorm room with his roommate Josh. Josh and Joseph were later joined by Rashad, a new roommate with some bad habits. “He smelled like feet and ass,” Joseph claims.
He and Josh assumed that Rashad was pledging a fraternity that made him not shower for a certain period of time as a part of the hazing ritual, a process that is illegally practiced by many fraternities on college campuses to become a brother. The smell was allegedly so terrible, that even the RA (Resident Advisor) of the floor would not enter the room to solve or discuss the problem.
Rashad was also nocturnal. He would stay up on his computer at night watching porn or movies and eating very strong scented food such as chicken wings or fast food. Joseph knew that there was something odd about his roommate’s behavior, especially due to the fact that he would sleep through having Febreze sprayed on him and water poured on him during the day. He seemed to be “knocked out cold.”
Only later did Joseph and his roommate find out that Rashad had some far worse habits than his person hygiene; he was a coke head who was thrown out of his previous room because he was caught with drugs and placed into the triple to reside with Josh and Joseph. Joseph found himself avoiding sleeping in his own room and spraying on some extra cologne to avoid smelling like the stench of feet and ass that had occupied his room.
The breaking point, he claims, was when Rashad woke him up in the middle of the night to use his computer to watch a TV show because his personal computer had died.
Joseph’s advice for the situation is to do as he did and take action and go to the correct authorities. Within a matter of only two days of complaining to the Resident Directors and threatening to move into a hotel and to bill the university, Joseph and Josh no longer had to deal with the living nightmare that was Rashad. He had been relocated.
Some bad habits, body odor, and intrusive behavior in a roommate could be tolerable for some people, but for Danielle Hanna, now a senior communication major at UB, waking up to her roommate Heather’s romping in bed was a line that was crossed not once, but twice, making her semester at SUNY Purchase a nightmare.
Hanna’s first impression of her new roommate, Heather, was not a good one. She partied way too much- nearly every night. Hanna explains how she doesn’t think that Heather ever attended class, except for a tennis class. This impression did not improve over time, as Heather continued to be a messy and inconsiderate roommate.
The first extreme incident of this inconsiderate behavior occurred mid-semester when Hanna awoke to her roommate’s bed, which was placed not even ten feet from her own, making squeaking noises. Now aware that her roommate was having sex with somebody in the bed next to her, Hanna decided to ignore it and try to fall back asleep, only confirming her assumptions in the morning on her way to class when the boy was still in the bed with her roommate.
Still choosing to ignore the situation, Hanna and Heather became distant from each other, until Hanna experienced her roommate’s sex antics again, in the same fashion as before: waking up to squeaking noises of the bed next to her own. This time, however, Hanna decided to speak up, something she feels she should have done from the beginning.
She advises that, if in a situation where a roommate is being disrespectful, you should be more up front with that person and tell them how you feel.
To this day, Hanna believes that her old roommate, Heather, is also to blame for the death of one of her pet turtles who sadly died due to being caught between a rock and the glass of the tank. “Somebody moved the rock,” she explains, because the rock was not placed that close to the glass for that reason.
Regardless, karma came back around, as it usually does, and Heather paid for her lack of care and respect for her own responsibilities as well as to her roommate by failing out of school.
COLLEGE ROOMMATES GONE BAD
MEGAN E. STUTTLE
September 22, 2009
BUFFALO, NY – A weeknight at the State University of New York in Purchase of sophomore year for Danielle Hanna would typically consist of preparing for the next day’s classes and getting a good night’s worth of sleep. Hanna knows otherwise due to be awoken by odd noises coming from the bed of her roommate, Heather. “Heather this is the second time this has happened and I really don’t appreciate it,” Hanna recalls saying. Never would one guess that this would be a request for Heather to stop having sex in the bed next to her roommate who was trying to sleep.
This scenario is only one of many nightmare examples of how having a roommate in college can go terribly wrong. A bad roommate experience can happen to any person, in any college, at any level of their education. Luckily, a bad roommate experience can give others a chance to learn and receive advice to avoid these situations. Here is a collection of stories that are both enlightening and disturbing from those who have experienced nightmare roommates firsthand.
One such story comes from Mike Pompette, a senior and English major at the University at Buffalo. Pompette describes his experience with his roommate, Jack throughout the fall of 2007 at Binghamton University as “the worst experience of [his] life.”
Jack was a previous roommate of a mutual friend he and Pompette shared, who also neglected to inform Pompette of the certain chaos he was about to face by sharing a living space with Jack. Pompette described Jack as the most intrusive and nosy person, who would make use of stuff that was not his in the apartment on a daily basis.
He would sleep and eat on the leather couches, spilling mustard, relish, and getting “all kinds of shit everywhere” from the food which was made on the grill, also supplied to the apartment by Pompette. Due to opposite work schedules, living with Jack was tolerable, but only for so long.
After locking Pompette out of the apartment for two whole days by use of a padlock with all of Pompette’s belongings inside, Jack had crossed his last line. Pompette moved out after only six and a half months of living with Jack. He was so perplexed by the entire situation that he forgot his own grill while trying to move out as quickly as possible.
Pompette’s advice for anybody going into a situation of living with a roommate: don’t live with somebody you don’t know, advice that is agreed upon by several other victims of nightmare roommates.
Jonathan Joseph, also a senior at the University at Buffalo, experienced a similar roommate nightmare such as that of Pompette’s. In the spring of 2007, Joseph was placed in a dorm room with his roommate Josh. Josh and Joseph were later joined by Rashad, a new roommate with some bad habits. “He smelled like feet and ass,” Joseph claims.
He and Josh assumed that Rashad was pledging a fraternity that made him not shower for a certain period of time as a part of the hazing ritual, a process that is illegally practiced by many fraternities on college campuses to become a brother. The smell was allegedly so terrible, that even the RA (Resident Advisor) of the floor would not enter the room to solve or discuss the problem.
Rashad was also nocturnal. He would stay up on his computer at night watching porn or movies and eating very strong scented food such as chicken wings or fast food. Joseph knew that there was something odd about his roommate’s behavior, especially due to the fact that he would sleep through having Febreze sprayed on him and water poured on him during the day. He seemed to be “knocked out cold.”
Only later did Joseph and his roommate find out that Rashad had some far worse habits than his person hygiene; he was a coke head who was thrown out of his previous room because he was caught with drugs and placed into the triple to reside with Josh and Joseph. Joseph found himself avoiding sleeping in his own room and spraying on some extra cologne to avoid smelling like the stench of feet and ass that had occupied his room.
The breaking point, he claims, was when Rashad woke him up in the middle of the night to use his computer to watch a TV show because his personal computer had died.
Joseph’s advice for the situation is to do as he did and take action and go to the correct authorities. Within a matter of only two days of complaining to the Resident Directors and threatening to move into a hotel and to bill the university, Joseph and Josh no longer had to deal with the living nightmare that was Rashad. He had been relocated.
Some bad habits, body odor, and intrusive behavior in a roommate could be tolerable for some people, but for Danielle Hanna, now a senior communication major at UB, waking up to her roommate Heather’s romping in bed was a line that was crossed not once, but twice, making her semester at SUNY Purchase a nightmare.
Hanna’s first impression of her new roommate, Heather, was not a good one. She partied way too much- nearly every night. Hanna explains how she doesn’t think that Heather ever attended class, except for a tennis class. This impression did not improve over time, as Heather continued to be a messy and inconsiderate roommate.
The first extreme incident of this inconsiderate behavior occurred mid-semester when Hanna awoke to her roommate’s bed, which was placed not even ten feet from her own, making squeaking noises. Now aware that her roommate was having sex with somebody in the bed next to her, Hanna decided to ignore it and try to fall back asleep, only confirming her assumptions in the morning on her way to class when the boy was still in the bed with her roommate.
Still choosing to ignore the situation, Hanna and Heather became distant from each other, until Hanna experienced her roommate’s sex antics again, in the same fashion as before: waking up to squeaking noises of the bed next to her own. This time, however, Hanna decided to speak up, something she feels she should have done from the beginning.
She advises that, if in a situation where a roommate is being disrespectful, you should be more up front with that person and tell them how you feel.
To this day, Hanna believes that her old roommate, Heather, is also to blame for the death of one of her pet turtles who sadly died due to being caught between a rock and the glass of the tank. “Somebody moved the rock,” she explains, because the rock was not placed that close to the glass for that reason.
Regardless, karma came back around, as it usually does, and Heather paid for her lack of care and respect for her own responsibilities as well as to her roommate by failing out of school.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Assignment 1
CELEBRATING IN SILVER
25 YEARS OF WEDDED BLISS
MEGAN E. STUTTLE
09/13/2009
Nobody knows this feeling of happiness through longevity in the bonds of marriage better than high school and college sweethearts, Krista and Lee Stuttle of
Krista and Lee held an extravagant party celebrating their silver anniversary on Saturday, September 12th at their home located in the country of the small town of
Around three o’ clock, guests began arriving, bringing with them gifts, food, and more alcohol in the form of jello shots, bottles of wine, and even more champagne. Lee’s mother, Linda, brought a cake: a three layer carrot cake made from scratch with cream cheese icing decorated to perfection with three white roses adorning the top. “It is so beautiful,” gasped Krista, with tears in her eyes; she was not expecting her mother-in-law to go so above and beyond for the occasion. The cake was not the only aspect of the party that was to be nearly duplicated from the wedding, however; the couple had a few more surprises for their guests throughout the evening.
Lee Stuttle and Krista Barron met in 1979. Both were just young adults in High School. Although Krista was a year ahead in school, they shared the same group of friends and dated casually a couple times. After Krista graduated 1981, they became an exclusive couple and were engaged two years later in August of 1983. The wedding date was set for a little over a year later on September 15, 1984 at Holy Cross Roman Catholic Church in their hometown of
The party is just getting started, with everybody drinking and having an amazing time visiting with each other. Photos were being taken, food was being consumed, and everybody was enjoying the merriment of this specific occasion of the celebration of love and devotion that two of their loved ones share. “This is more fun than the actual wedding!” exclaims Krista’s mother, Sally, as she takes down another jello shot. Then the attention shifted to the sliding glass door leading from the house out onto the deck as Karen, Lee’s sister and one of the original bridesmaids in the wedding, emerged, wearing her original bridesmaids dress from twenty five years ago, a comical sight due to the fact that it was only halfway zipped in the back. “I was only fifteen when I wore this!” she defended herself, as Krista then emerged in her original wedding gown, fitted perfectly, with her father, Harry Barron, linked to her arm. He walked her down the set of steps onto the second landing of the deck where Lee awaited his bride.
What followed after this very brief imitation ceremony could only be described as a very quick, mock version of the reception, with all the nuts and bolts included. First came the removal of the garter, a ritual that, twenty five years and three children later, seems a bit awkward to witness with said children looking on, clearly unimpressed, yet unsurprised by their parents’ actions. Next came the throwing of the bouquet, which was caught by Kim Chase, a recent divorce and the only grown woman standing among the young nieces of Krista’s. The throwing of the garter was one ritual that was left out due to the lack of single, adult males within the crowd, but the garter was instead wrapped around Lee’s head and then eventually his bicep as time passed throughout the night (and as more alcohol was consumed). The bride and groom then cut the cake with the original engraved knife from their reception and exchanged pieces, feeding each other, all attention on them. “This is my day,” Krista had stated earlier, and she wasn’t kidding; the attention of the entire afternoon and evening was consumed entirely by her as well as her husband.
“After twenty five years, it is amazing that you still like each other, let alone love each other,” stated a long time friend of Krista’s, Kim Chase. This love that Kim addresses is shown between the couple throughout the party with the fun that they had with each other. As everybody raises their plastic cups filled with
Friday, September 4, 2009
Article 1: Cape Cod beach town vexed by shark sightings
http://www.cnn.com/2009/US/09/04/massachusetts.sharks/index.html?iref=mpstoryview
This article about sharks sighted in the Cape Cod area interests me because it is a topic that many Americans would take notice to due to the common and widespread fear of sharks within many American people. I like how this article not only uses quotes to support the facts, but also uses examples from experts from other places in the country other than the Cape area, such as George H. Burgess from Florida. I enjoyed how the opening sentence caught my attention by bringing up immediately what the article was about: shark attacks. The closing sentence also was also very well written because it puts the reader at ease about the topic, stating facts about how rare shark attacks are, ending the article on a more positive note. What I did not like, however, was the quote about how a sighting was "most likely" a great white shark. I did not like the use of this quote because I believe that it makes the article sound a little less intelligent due to the lack of legitimate evidence. This section of the article would be much more intriguing and reliable if this statement were to be removed.
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