Signs

Graham Hess: People break down into two groups. When they experience something lucky, group number one sees it as more than luck, more than coincidence. They see it as a sign, evidence, that there is someone up there, watching out for them. Group number two sees it as just pure luck. Just a happy turn of chance. I'm sure the people in group number two are looking at those fourteen lights in a very suspicious way. For them, the situation is a fifty-fifty. Could be bad, could be good. But deep down, they feel that whatever happens, they're on their own. And that fills them with fear. Yeah, there are those people. But there's a whole lot of people in group number one. When they see those fourteen lights, they're looking at a miracle. And deep down, they feel that whatever's going to happen, there will be someone there to help them. And that fills them with hope. See what you have to ask yourself is what kind of person are you? Are you the kind that sees signs, that sees miracles? Or do you believe that people just get lucky? Or, look at the question this way: Is it possible that there are no coincidences?

I have always considered myself in group two, but this past weekend I have taken another look at this and thought maybe there is more to it than just luck. A week ago my grandma nearly died when she stopped breathing and fainted early one morning, but was saved just in time by my step-cousin. My step-cousin, Tyler, has been a screw up pretty much his whole life. To him life was just about the partying, drugs, and chasing women. In high school he became a lifeguard over the summers just so that he could flirt with the hot girls who worked there. He also took three semesters of college and has zero credits. Tyler has been living at my grandma's house for a few months now had work the morning my grandma fainted and was supposed to be waking up. If it wasn't for Tyler being himself he wouldn't have pressed snooze on the alarm clock twice and would have been taking a shower and would not have been able to hear my grandma's fall. Also if it wasn't for his experience as a life guard he would not have been able to help resuscitate her and call an ambulance. The paramedics said if they got to her any later she would have died. To me this is just too coincidental. It's just like the ending of Signs when Merrill the baseball home-run star was told to swing away. His whole life had 'coincidentally' led up to his big moment of truth.

Sing Song!

So this last Friday i participated in sing song and I have to admit my opinion about it from the beginning has changed a lot. I was in the musical Barnum in 8th grade and i messed up the 2 lines that I had and I swore i would never be in a musical again. At first me and my pledge brothers hated the thought of having to sing and dance and embarrass ourselves in front of a whole bunch of people. We practiced about 3 hours a week up until spring break then we started practicing 6 hours a week and the actual week of performing live we practiced even more. It started getting fun after spring break when we actually knew more of our songs and we knew the girls we were practicing with a lot better so we messed around more and weren't worried about looking bad anymore. Even though we knew our stuff pretty well, I was still very nervous on Friday night during our opening song. When it was me and my pledge brothers' turn to shine in our guys only song we rocked it better than we ever have. We all totally got into it and ended up having a lot of fun. All of our hard work payed off when we heard the judges say DG and Kappa Sig won.

I highly recommend doing sing song if you ever get the chance. In the end I had a whole lot of fun and will definately remember it forever. You get to meet a lot of girls/guys and have a chance of winning money and bragging rights if you win.