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If my stomach was a stock market, then Jimmy John’s would be UP, UP, UP

Posted in film school, florida state, State of Affairs, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on September 8, 2008 by thenexman

I love Jimmy Jonn’s, I’ve said it before.  Wagy came down this weekend and had never experienced the magic for himself.  He ended up eating there 3 times in 36 hours.  I full-fledged Tim Wagy endorsement.  I love it.

This weekend was fun.  There wasn’t much in the way of HW so I was able to hang out with Tim the majority of the time he was here.  Friday night, he showed up a little after 11pm (I was falling asleep watching Speed on Blu-Ray).  We headed out to meet up with Matt, Dade, Dave, and some others out at the local hole in the wall, Leon’s.  They have a quite an

Ye Old Thumper

Ye Old Thumper

 assortment of beer.  It looks a little sketch at first glance, but then it kinda reminded me of good ole Johnny McCracken’s back in Marietta.  A good many Track 1 kids were out too.  Jacob, Corey (naturally), Zoila, Allison and Praheme.  Lots of fun had by all.  Tim got a chance to meet everyone and mingle.  He was REALLY excited that this bar had Old Thumper, a beer not seen by many.  Something Wagy found in his journeys in the misty mountains of Tennessee.  You can read more about the beer here:

Turns outs, they only had that one bottle of Thumper in stock and it wasn’t even cold.  Tim pretty much demanded that they give him the bottle and a glass of ice, but the bartender wasn’t having it.  Such a shame, Dave was excited about the Old Thumper.  So, instead, he ordered a Doggystyle.  My knowledge of beer officially ends…. here.

After that, Tim decided he wanted to try Jimmy John’s at 1:30 in the morning, so away we went.  Tim ordered the #9, The Italian, and I was able to make out muffled syllables of “delishthus” and “phenomimull” between bites.  Subsequently, after reading my blog, Jamie texted me from Marietta asking which sandwich I prefer at JJ’s.  Jamie had driven to downtown ATL to find the nearest JJ’s and was standing in line about to order.  I believe his follow up text said: “#9 DELICIOUS.”  

The following morning, Tim and I went out and about to find a place to go eat and hang out.  We were concerned with getting too close to campus due to the FSU/Western Carolina game happening later on that day.  That shouldn’t have been a concern.  No offense, FSU, but you’ve got NOTHING on Athens when it comes to game day.  We literally drove right next to campus, no traffic, and sat down at the Buffalo Wild Wings without a problem.  If that was Athens, it would have been Thursday.  People were tailgating, but I guess I’m used to North Campus in Athens looking like a refugee camp… with TV’s.

We watched Ohio State barely fight off Ohio, which was a little ridiculous.  Buffalo Wild Wings was good.  I always thought their name took about zero thought.  You can’t just combine two restaurants that already exist.  Regardless, their “Asian Zing” flavored wings are delicious.  Our waitress was really good too.  Attentive, but not overbearing.  She did her job well.  You could tell she was a pro… she was pretty good-looking too.  

Tim went to meet his friends for the game and tailgating.  Matt, Cindy, and I got together to rehearse our little acting assignment from two weeks ago.  We haven’t had that class since the first day.  Classes were cancelled last week, so it feels like this class was a year ago.  We have to assign different action verbs to each line of this scene our teacher printed out for us.  I want to say it’s a scene from Sex and the City with some of the names and places changed.  It’s a pretty fun exercise.  I’ve become really interested in performance lately and what all it entails. 

We didn’t work too hard and I ended dozing off on Matt’s couch while he watched the special features on the 1985 Ridley Scott film Legend.  Incredibly dorky, I know.  At least I was asleep.

Later on, we met up with Dade, Dan, Dave, and anyone else’s name who starts with a D at Chili’s.  I know I know, it’s a like a suburban eating tour.  It’s the weekend, we have to de-stress somehow.  From there, we were headed to Dan’s house to watch Bladerunner: The Final Cut on Blu-Ray, one of the five versions I own on blu-ray (Props to Randall).  Tim calls, says his friends ditched him, the storm had postponed the game, and so I went to pick him up.  He was like a prodigal son.  He told Matt and I about how how awesome the Seminole was with a flaming spear on horseback.  Apparently this starts every FSU game.  Then he left the game and went to the local KA house and met some of the brothers.  All he had to do was walk in and say, “Yo, I’m a brother from Western Carolina.”  THREE separate guys had the exact same response.  “Oh shit, man, yeah yeah yeah, come on in, Bud. Let me grab you beer.”  There was no beer to be found and each of them ended their search with an apology to Tim.  This made me laugh a lot.  I sort of understand fraternity culture, but it just amazes me that everyone sticks to the code that strictly.

We went to Dan’s and popped in Bladerunner, but not before a rousing game of HALO and then a viewing of the now-defunked Halo Movie project.  The movie was commissioned to be made and they built all these

Los Angeles, 2019

Los Angeles, 2019

props, such as a working Warthog, machine gun, pistol, etc.  It was awesome!  After the project got canned, they put together a little mini 10 minute movie showing some Spartan soldiers in a battle against the Brutes.  Dude, I’m serious, if they ever made that movie right, it would be awesome.  People who don’t give two craps about Halo would totally’ dig that movie.  The universe is so well thought out and the game is so thoroughly made, all it would take is a director with some vision to make it work.  I volunteered Dan to be that very guy.  Dan, MAKE IT. and I want to be “Guy eaten by the Flood #12.”


Let’s take a minute to talk about Bladerunner on Blu-ray (Whitney, stop reading here).  The scan on this movie is GORGEOUS. You really couldn’t tell what year it was made, aside from a few special effects scenes.  The movie depended on miniatures and sets, NOT CGI.


Tyrell Corporation

Tyrell Corporation

 Gosh, if a movie ever proves that we shouldn’t depend on everything to be done in post, this IS IT.  The landscapes in this movie are simply stunning.  The score by Vangelis made the movie seem classic, but held that depiction of the future from the 80’s that I love so much.  I’ll be honest, I’m not entirely sure I understand the whole plot, even now, but it serves as a film that belongs whole heartedly to the director and the crew he hired.  The vision of the film is massive.  Ridley Scott proves that he is as much a visionary as any director has ever been.  I would like to see more movies made from the Bladerunner universe, to be honest.  The relationship human have with machines, particularly the human replicants in the movie, is a theme that few do well.  The implications of creating technology that surpasses our capabilities is a daunting thing to consider.  The story is rife with questions about humanity and what a checklist of humanity would entail.  Something like Battlestar Galactica does a wonderful job exploring these issues as well.  So if it’s a rainy night and you don’t have anything to do. Popl in Bladerunner and try and digest it all.  It’s confusing but it’s something you and your friends could have a thoughtful conversation about.   

It’s late, and I still have to talk about the open auditions we held today at the film school, so I’ll save that for tomorrow.  Hope everyone has a nice week.  

Y’all behave.


4th of July

Posted in State of Affairs on July 5, 2008 by thenexman

Yesterday was the 4th of July, obviously. It was a good one, though, a really good one. I’ve noticed that the older I get, the more these kind of holidays and celebrations become important to me. Not important to me in the sense of being able to get off work or shoot off fireworks, or even enjoy a nostalgic waft of childhood, but rather, important to me because it makes me realize that the reality you have broadcast to you is not necessarily the one that belongs to you. You can watch the news all day, read blogs like these or the paper, listen to talk radio, or visit the major headlines on a website, and whether or not you realize it, you’re being affected by everything they say. I found myself expecting the 4th of July to be a snuffed holiday, especially by my more “worldly” generation. Maybe I expected people to say that America isn’t worth celebrating, that we have way to many fundamental issues to sort out. Instead, I logged onto Facebook (as lame as it sounds) and found that the last 150 of my friends had updated their status’ to say something in honor of the American Independence birthday. They were excited to live here and do their share at enriching a two-century old tradition. What I realized was that everyone still does love this country. The fireworks still envoke a sense of wonder. The prospect of a BBQ with friends still gets you excited. The feel of grass and the cadence of insects in the warm summer air makes you glad that you’re alive. It reassured me that I had certainly had a stake, however small, of this 3.5 million square miles we call home. Last night I didn’t care about Bush’s tax cuts, or Obama’s stump speech, The Earth/Climate/Energy/Mortgage/Obesity crisis(s), or Congress’s inability to accomplish anything I genuinely care about. I simply was glad to smell a grill and sit on a cooler with my guitar.

Yesterday was a day where suburban kids like me sat outside and listened to country music, or hipsters in Brooklyn partied rooftop, or young couples with children gathered at the local square, or the wait staff at a catered event watched fireworks from the loading dock, or small-town kids launched off their own fireworks in the middle of their street. It’s a holiday that belongs to all of us. A country isn’t a physical set of borders, a statistic of residents (legal or illegal), or a bicameral legislature. A country is something more intangible. A country is the what makes you wear red, white and blue, or green on March 17th, or white after Memorial Day. A country is what causes a grocery store to run a special on hotdogs and Coke. A country is what compels you to trade in a night on the couch for a night on a blanket, doused in bug spray.

We might not know all the reasons the Colonies participated in the American Revolution. Everyone might not remember the specific Townshend Duties or even what “No taxation without representation” means. And surely there are even American citizens who couldn’t rifle off why 1776 is a year worth mentioning. I’m certainly not arrogant enough to speak on behalf of “what the founding fathers would say about the state of America here in 2008.” I would like to believe, though, that if they could see that there is still a nation here some 232 years after they signed that piece of parchment on a sweltering July afternoon, that would probably squash about 95% of their concerns. We’ve grown from 4 million of us in 1776 to over 300 million (+/- 12 million) today. We came to our senses and eradicated the enslavement of our fellow man, despite the economic ramifications and remained in tact even amidst a bloody Civil War that ensured thereafter. 13 colonies grew into 50. We saved Europe not once, but twice in the 20th Century, while pulling ourselves from the withering decay of a decade-long depression. We confronted Communism and learned the hard way just how costly an ideological struggle can be; something more prevalent today than ever.

Here we are, the United States. We still squabble over legislation, but we do it in our majestic Capitol building. We complain about the actions of a President, but we picket legally, because we can. We toil through our daily lives, the ups and downs of an economy, that even on its worst day, is better than what 3/4 of the world could even dream of. Our technology, ideology, and creativity has permeated every corner of the world. And even despite our flaws, most of the world still looks to us as a model society, whether you want to believe it or not.

So, if Ben Franklin, Thomas Jefferson, George Washington, John Adams or even Mr. John Hancock showed up today to see what the 4th of July meant in 2008, they wouldn’t need to see the collection of monuments surrounding the Mall in D.C. They wouldn’t need to see a patriotic movie or a parade. All they’d need to do is walk out of the pine trees at dusk toward a group of people having a BBQ and approach a guy sitting on a cooler. And after he briefly contemplated their odd choice in clothing, he’d speak to them in a familiar version of English and say, “You guys want a beer?” At which point I think at that point the Founding Fathers would look at each other and say, “It worked… it actually worked.”

July 2nd, T-Minus 44 days

Posted in State of Affairs with tags , , on July 2, 2008 by thenexman

Not much to say today.  I’m getting my papers filled out for my room in Tallahassee.  That’s about it.

I did see Three movies last week. I was going to give you big long reviews of each, but you don’t care about that.  Instead, I’ll give three adjectives about each and a letter grade.

The Incredible Hulk: Effective, Overdone, Typical, B-

Wanted: Egregious, Adolescent, Dazzling, C

Wall-E: Gorgeous, Innocent, Sincere, A+

June 25th, T-Minus 51 days

Posted in State of Affairs with tags , , , , on June 25, 2008 by thenexman

I just returned from a short overnight trip to Tallahassee.  I had to look at house I found on an FSU networking site called  Very helpful.  It turned to be a perfect situation.  A very cool chick just got her Dad to buy it and she was looking for roommates.  Seems like it will be a great place to spend (or not spend) my time at FSU.  There are some film kids who happen to live there now but under the former landlord.  I met one girl and she just snickered at me when I told her I was going to be in the film school in the fall.  Yeah, snickered and seemed completely disinterested.  She said it was “Two years of Hell.”  Somewhat disconcerning.  But whatever, I don’t use peoples’ opinions to determine what I think of something.  She was EXACTLY like what I think “film kids” are, though.  I won’t go into detail, but for those of you who know “film kids,” you know what I mean… So, I definitely took the cool chick up on her open room.  She seemed relieved to finally have the house situation sorted out, so I’m glad I could offer her some piece of mind.

Back to the application process:

So, I got an interview scheduled with FSU on March 1st of this year.  The only preparation tip they gave you was to have 2 pitches ready for a short.  That was it.  I assumed I was to dress like it was any other grad school interview.  I wore a sport coat and nice pants.  A tie too.  Some kids wore jeans, but I bet they felt a bit underdressed.  It’s always better to look like you care too much than too little.  My interview was on Saturday at 4:00PM.  They are divided into 2 parts: an individual and a group session.  The individual was EXACTLY like what you thought it would be- You, in a chair, sitting in front of a table of people about 8 feet away.  I think the tactic was to intimidate you, which it did.  The session lasted about 30 minutes.  During this time, I was asked questions like, “Why do you want to go to film school? What is it you hope to achieve from being here?  What skills would you hope to enrich?  What is the advantage to film school?…etc”  Is it me, or did all of these sound like the SAME QUESTION, just worded differently?  What made it even more difficult was that the people conducting the interview gave absolutely zero indication of whether or not your answer was anything worthwhile.  They just nodded and wrote notes.  I’m sure this is because they’ve heard every answer ever and probably because they want to stay completely neutral.  Either way, they certainly didn’t make you feel confident at all.  I found myself wondering when I should stop stalking.  You never want to start repeating words or phrases and use filler terms like “all of this, so on and so forth, basically, etc.”  You end up sounding like the kid with a stutter in comm class.

My pitch went relatively well.  It was very well-rehearsed.  I actually paced my hotel room floor and said it outloud for about 45 minutes.  I wanted to sound smooth.  You could tell I was nervous because I NEVER practice things like that.  I’m much more off the cuff, but this is film school and you never want to look like a hack, or even worse, a cocky hack.

I got my friend, and fellow creative day-laborer Jon Velazco, to help me with a pitch idea.  It revolves around a guy named Raymond, a socially awkward 20-something college student who signs up for a study abroad/work program through NASA in the year 2073, mainly to get a change of scenery.  He ends up getting the shaft and just gets a retail job at the Virgin Megastore at the spaceport near Olympus Mons, Mars.  His Martian co-worker, Marvin (aptly named), tries to plug Raymond into the social pipeline with all the cool Martian kids.  It happens to be Halloween and Marvin is attending a costume party with many other Martians and invites Raymond to attend.  Raymond, a totally oblivious sci-fi geek, shows up to the party in a cheesy B-movie 1950’s alien costume, complete with a “We come in Peace” sign on his neck.  The Martians are completely offended by this and call him a “spacist,” or space racist.  So, poor Raymond, he can’t even find friends on Mars.  Just then, he sees a girl Martian being ignored in the corner, dressed like Captain Picard from Star Trek.  She finds his costume funny, he just thinks she hot cause she likes Star Trek, and a romance is born.  A human dressed like a Martian and a Martian dressed like a human…go figure.

Yeah, it’s silly, but we laughed a lot.  I felt like my pitch went well.  I at least knew no one would have pitched the same story, and it certainly wasn’t the typical Zack Braffian depressed college culture stuff they probably always get.  Either way, the made no remarks to validate me.  Nothing.  I wasn’t sure how they took the whole “spacist” thing, especially since one of the ladies interviewing me was Black, but they seemed like they might have secretly thought it was funny.

After that, I had about an hour and a half to burn before the group interview.  An ever-increasing sense of fear came on me: That I had bombed, that it was awful, that I totally got laughed at behind closed doors, that I was way out of my league, etc.  I went to McDonald’s and got a Dr. Pepper…ok, fine, and some nuggets, to extinguish my fears.  6:00PM rolled around and I got the waiting area early, so did the other 3 kids who would be in my group.  They were all really nice.  One had interviewed the year before and didn’t get it.  They seemed very un-film-kiddish, which is a plus to me.  We talked for about 10 minutes before we went it.  This helped a lot, so get there early if you can, it was nice to have all the ice-breaking over with.

The group session was simple: You sit at a table with 7 pieces of paper in front of you, each with a different scenario on it.  Your job is to pick one, divide the plotline evenly amongst you, and come up with a story with beginning, middle, and end in 20 minutes…all while being “observed.”  This is where you really want to make it a point to spit out your ideas, even if they don’t get used.  The scenario we picked was:

“A man robs and bank and takes a hostage, but it turns out the hostage is suicidal.”

Very funny.  It was easy to jump off from this.  We easily got to work.  One of the kids was applying to the writing program, but he didn’t really seem to take the lead on ideas.  We decided to have the guy get dropped off by his grandma to rob the bank, unbeknownst to her.  He holds the bank teller hostage, but then finds out the guy doesn’t care if he dies, which makes the robber look stupid.  It turns out, the bank teller’s house is being foreclosed and, even though he works in a building full of money, he has none (IRONY!!!).  Within seconds, they decide to rob the bank together.  They leave the bank, get in the grandma’s car and he tells her that the bank teller is his friend who wants to come eat dinner.  As they drive away, the cops pull her over for driving erratically and running a red light.  The two robbers sweat it but stay calm.  When the cop asked why she ran the red light, she said that you learn in life that sometimes you “just have to go for it.”  He lets her off with a warning.  The end.

Not bad for 20 minutes.  I felt like I contributed a lot.  So I was happy about that.  One kid in my group even said that the main dude smiled when I suggested the line about “going for it” in life.  So, interview over.  We had a tour that ended up lasting about 2 hours because we asked questions and watched some students’ short films.  I was so relieved to have it over with that I went and ordered a huge sandwich from Jimmy John’s and watched a movie in my hotel room.  My friend, Pete, was down there the next day for his interview and he said his was equally as awkward.  He also said he overheard the dude in front of him get in a verbal argument over a question during his interview.  When he walked out, he looked at Pete and said, “Well, guess I’m not going to FSU.”  Probably not the route to take.  Like I said, you never want to be a cocky hack.

That’s long enough for now.  I’ll start getting in to other stuff next time.  I’m also very behind on movies.  I haven’t seen Hulk, Happening (which I heard blows), and some others.  I do kinda want to see the Strangers, because the thought of someone standing outside your house with a bag over their head is like something out of a really really bad dream…. or a really good joke to play on someone.

June 23rd, T-Minus 53 days

Posted in State of Affairs with tags , , on June 23, 2008 by thenexman

My name is Michael, of the Copponex variety.  The name is French.  We’re fairly certain it was Copponaux at some time, but based on my 2-minute Googling of my family history, we came over from France right around 1860-something, and the current spelling stands by itself.

Certain things interest me heavily: Space, Nuclear War, TV series, the impossible, the spiritual, Adriana Lima, movies and music.  I also firmly believe in A God, one that plays an active role in my life and has since I was born.

I’m 24.  I have lived in Marietta, GA nearly my entire life.  I have a large circle of fellow Marietta citizens I call friends, mostly comprised of Sprayberry High School alumni classes ’00-’03.  It makes for a fun group, a very social environment, and a leisurely existence…

But in less than two months, this will no longer be my existence.  I was recently accepted into Florida State’s Graduate Film Conservatory and will be moving to Tallahassee on August 15th.  So, I begin this electronic journal not only as a firsthand account of the beginning, middle, and end of the film school process for those interested, but also as personal documentation by which I hope to recount and read later in life.

The decision to apply to film school came one year ago, May of 2007, on the sidewalk of the AMC Barrett Commons here in Kennesaw, GA.  A former teacher and friend to many of my friends, Pete Difazio, met us at the theatre to see Spiderman 3.  Two and a half hours later, in order to quickly forget about just how bad Spiderman 3 was, we began talking about other, more encouraging, things.  Pete had just returned from Tallahassee and had visited Florida State’s film school.  He spoke very highly of it.  He made it sound tangible.  He made it sound like an option.  Pete was in a very different stage in life from me.  He was/is in his mid-thirties, already had a master’s in English, and had taught at they very same high school he attended for many years.  Now, after years of teaching an introductory film class elective to high school students, and writing many of his own screenplays, Pete decided it was now-or-never to do what he had excused and put off for so many years: he would apply to film school, multiple films schools, in fact.  Florida State just happened to be one of them.

As I stood on the sidewalk for those 45 minutes, Pete seemed to be divinely placed there in order to convince me to make the same decision… not that any of my friends knew that I would be interested in film school.  The decision to complete the application, while still daunting, seemed plausible.  As Pete spoke, the fear and intimidation of film school began to erode away.  I had heard horror stories of just how expensive and iffy of a venture film school could be.  But suddenly, the people sounded real, the facilities sounded a like a playground, and the opportunity would be undeniable.  Why not, I mean, a tour can’t hurt.  So on my way to my cousin’s wedding in Florida, my brother and I swung by Florida State to take a look.  It was awesome, no doubt, but they made it a point to drill into your head that this was “NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART. YOU WILL CRY AND PROBABLY QUESTION YOUR MANHOOD.”  They explained how serious the graduate program was and how much of a life you will not have when you’re in it..IF you’re in it.  Ok ok, I-I- I got it, thanks.

What makes FSU attractive is not only the facilities and prestige of the school, but that Florida State is part of something called the Academic Common Market, a program in which many southeastern schools participate.  If a student applies to a school, such as Florida State, from a participating state, and that student’s home state does not have an equivalent program to the one they are applying to, the student is offered in-state tuition.   In my case, this would essentially cut tuition costs down by almost 75%, a truly fantastic benefit.  If you’re interested, you can read about it here:

I went home that night and began secretly looking at FSU’s program.  I also began looking at many other top schools in the nation: USC, UCLA, AFI, NYU, Chapman, Columbia, etc.  Out of the top schools in the nation, FSU and Chapman are the only two that subsidize students’ films.  This means you won’t have to raise money to complete your thesis film in order to finish your degree.  I liked the sound of that.  Referring back to the horror stories of film school, I had heard that NYU and USC kids were taking out $50,000 – $100,000 loans to finance their films.  I had two problems with this, ok three:

1) I don’t even know if the loans were THAT large, but I’ve never heard anything to the contrary.

B) I don’t think it would quite take that much money to prove you’re a good filmmaker.  Part of the reason I like film is that a small movie like Juno can kick the spandex out of a movie like Spiderman 3, and it has nothing to do with money.  I feel like money is the great equalizer.  It’s a handicap, and through this handicap, your real talent shines through.  “Compressed Expression” as my friend Bill calls it.  Too much money also bites you, on the flipside, and creates overly-done, cinematic fluff like last summer’s sequel explosion.  Name on sequel last summer that was worth anything, besides Bourne Ultimatum, and even that got tedious.

3) If I have to raise that much money to finish my degree, what, exactly, is my tuition paying for?

Film school was something that had always rested way back in that “dusty dreams” section of my mind.  I didn’t visit it too often, and when I did, I quickly grenaded it with excuses and fears of competition, debt, and overall unhappiness.  We’ve all got insecurities, and I find that we use them against ourselves more than anyone else.  But I’ve also found that the thing you talk yourself out of the most, is the thing you most want to do.

I printed out the Florida State application and it sat…for months… all through the summer.  Applications weren’t due until Dec. 15th.  It sat because it seemed like there were way too many fires to extinguish.    What teachers would even write me a recommendation?  My GPA was mediocre.  What would I include as an example of my work?  I felt my stuff was well-done, but very very small-scale.  I certainly wasn’t gripping on any local Atlanta film sets.  Regardless, I told myself that applying didn’t hurt anyone.  I at least wanted to see where I stood.  I found two teachers who actually did believe in me. 1) my 11th grade Lit teacher, Miss. Sandy Case. 2) One of my former college film professors, Dr. Charles Eidsvik.  I have never read what they wrote about me, but I appreciate every word of it, because they obviously did something right.

I decided to apply to Chapman University in Orange, CA and Florida State.  Both schools subsidized students’ work and seemed like a great deal.  (USC, I’ll be honest, intimidated me and was REALLY expensive, as were UCLA, AFI, and the others).  The applications were very different.  I had to write about 4 separate pieces for Chapman (3 page script on a given scenario, transitional moment, statement of interest, and a favorite movie). I could not send in a video example of my work, only something called a “portfolio list” where you named off your creative projects chronologically.  FSU’s application was much more rigid.  A statement of interest, a video example, and 2 transcripts from every university attended…that was it.  At the time, I was much more confident in my Chapman application because I felt it showed more of who I was.

Chapman sent me something in the mail almost weekly.  It was quite misleading.  It was always info on the school and then a DVD.  From FSU, I didn’t hear a peep.  Pete texted me one day and said “I got accepted into Chapman! And don’t worry about the envelope being small, mine was small.” No interview, no nothing.  Hmmm, maybe I’ve got shot here.  Then, one day a letter came (sure enough, little envelope).  “Dear Michael, NO.”  It might have said a little more than that, but they could have just gotten away with saving their ink and keeping it simple.  Welp, one down, one to go.  This is why I did this, though, just to see if I could do it.  But seriously, if Chapman takes 85 kids and FSU only takes 30, what were my odds here?  Then again, I don’t believe in odds.  If something is meant to happen, odds don’t factor in.  Kinda like how I don’t think aliens exist just because the universe is “so big” that the odds are in their favor.  If they’re not there, they’re not there.  But that’s for another blog.

One day, while chatting on Gmail (kinda like I am now) an email came through saying “Congratulations! You got and interview.” WHOA. I immediately responded and scheduled my interview for the first weekend in March.  First hurdle down.  I always told my Mom that if I got an interview, I’d get in.  The interview wasn’t quite as easy as I thought.  This blog has been long enough, so I’ll talk about the interview next time.

BTW, if you’re wondering why the name of my blog is “Pure White Adult Rocker,” it was from a rocking chair for sale at Cracker Barrel and the name of the line was a Pure White Adult Rocker.  “How fitting,” I thought.  It has no racial overtones.