$64,000.00. When you pay your final semester of college and see the gross total of your schooling, a few thoughts enter your mind.

I could have purchased a few very economic vehicles, a Cadillac Escalade, or put a down payment on a nice home but I chose the worst investment ever. I chose an education. I’m kidding. It’s not as bad as the paper airplane business I bought into when I was eight years old.

After all of that money, I’m realizing how much I didn’t take advantage of. I don’t mean the life long relationships we can build here, or the extreme spiritual and educational opportunities. I’m referring to the free stuff.

Why have I been grocery shopping the past four years? Hello, the cafeteria has everything I could ever need. Take a milk carton, get some free milk. Take a Zip Lock and get some salad. A few bags will help with the cereal and bread transportation. Take some spoons, a few cups, mustard packets. This is as good as the bookstore’s sellback policy. You put your books on your student account at the beginning of the semester, and make your parents pay for them. At the end of the semester you trade the books in for cash. Cold, hard cash.

All I’m saying is that $64,000.00 will change your view of many things at school.

Deni E. Coryell

Oh dear fallacies of logic…

Thank you Channel 5 News team for protecting my family. In their most recent commercial, Channel 5 shows firefighters, police officers, military personnel and such saying that they work to save and protect my family (and yours). This is true, those people really do. However, at the end of the commercial when they pan to the news team standing in front of such civil servants saying something to the effect of “these folks work to protect your family, and so do we.” How the HECK does a news team protect our family to the extent of the military or police????? Exactly. It’s not as if Kelly Ogle is going to be personally fighting crime in Oklahoma City. He is only reporting on it, folks. Do not be fooled.

Also a fallacy of logic. Second semester freshmen. They are still freshmen. Usually I warm up to these folks, but not this year or this second semester. I realized that freshmen are still annoying, still too cocky, and still think Chi is cool. Come on folks, we are so past IM, OC basketball games followed by an iced Starbucks drink (iced drinks are for little kids that can't handle coffee), and the Chi jig. Can you please shut up, and act normal?

I post because I rant. I rant because I care. I care because I have paid $64,000.00 dollars to complain about this school and this state.

Deni E. Coryell

P.S. this one goes out to my international followers (Ang and Bonn).

I never thought that I would see the day when an OC student would cheat on a standardized CAAP test that means nothing in the world of academia. But of course, I did.

I guess one student in the “make-up session” for the testing didn’t complete all of his answers from a previous section…so while we’re being forced to listen to the most obvious of rules from about the easiest tests, he completes his previous tests. Wow. That’s a winner.

Almost as ridiculous as the student that had two tests to make up but could only choose one. So he opened both test booklets to choose the best option. Now on standardized tests there are “strict” guidelines for when you can open and book, and such. You’re not allowed to open the book until absolutely necessary.

THIS TEST MEANS NOTHING. It’s not that it means practically nothing, so slipping up and cheating isn’t a big deal. You shouldn’t care about this test enough to cheat. I mean, what kind of idiot would do such a thing?

I swear, some people are just stupid.

I don’t judge, I simply mock.

Things that make you go hmmmmmmmm…

Well, it’s the end of the first day of school. Needless to say, the campus was overran by freshmen. Freshmen I say.

I know all of those people were freshman because a) they were carrying their OC issued, laptop bag.  I mean, anyone that’s been here at least a week knows that is a big social no no.  Second, one can spot a freshman just by looking for any student carrying an actual printed course schedule. That’s about as pathetic as carrying a school map. Third, those crazy freshmen were waiting in line for chapel.  Now that’s just a bad idea.  Let me preface this next one by saying that I like everyone in the admissions office. Freshman can always be found near an admissions person when they have a problem, because they still think that admissions has power. And finally, you know a freshman from a regular student because the freshman actually use the student center. Give it a few weeks, they’ll move on.

Happy studies, OC.

Well, well, well…

I’ve been told that it’s time to update my lovely site, and so I give into my adoring fans (wink)J 

Actually, it gives me a chance to share a few funny stories from the past month with all of you.  My main job for the summer is working at the local garden center in my hometown.  I deliver flowers. 

Yes, I know what you are thinking…If it were Mother’s Day and you were a mother receiving an arrangement of flowers (that’s what we in the flower business call them “arrangements”) from a child that was not able to be with you, my smiling face is not your first choice for a child-substitute.  And no, I doubt that those mourning the loss of a loved one really want to find me, when looking for comfort.  But, nothing says “I love You” more than a nice batch of flowers and a “Hello, I have a delivery for you” from Deni.  That’s right, I throw in the fake smile for free.  What can I say, it’s just who I am.

But really, it’s kind of a fun job.  Except for the fact that my car was not designed to carry floral arrangements.  Thus, every now and again when I turn a corner I’ll spill a few vases.  Don’t worry, I’ve learned how to redesign flowers in a pinch and if all of the water spills out, I take it upon myself to buy a fresh bottle of water from the store and pore it in…as if nothing happened.  And should a flower break in the process…I have a plastic bag in my glove-box that I put them in.  I’m thinking of turning my “broken flower collection” into potpourri. 

Delivering flowers does allow for some fun stories and experiences.  For instance, I delivered flowers to a car repair shop on Mother’s Day weekend.  Actually, the arrangement was all yellow roses, and yellow ribbons, with a big “Happy Mother’s Day!” balloon and card…to a guy.  Unfortunately for me, the entire crew was on their break.  Just a hint to any fellow flower deliverers reading this, don’t put yourself through the embarrassment of delivering such arrangements to a garage full of guys. 

Well, it’s time for me to go water my tomato plants.

Stay classy, Oklahoma.