It may be happening all over the collegiate world, and/or maybe I’m getting old, but life on Planet Ohio University functions on a different set of rules than that of Planet Earth.
Here young folks without jobs drive $50,000 vehicles, they party on Mondays, they wear their pajamas, sweatpants, and lingerie like uniforms, they talk on their cell phones and eat fast food in quiet sections of the library, they party on Tuesdays, they stand still on both sides of the elevator, they walk on a “don’t walk”, they live their lives to ipod soundtracks, they party on Wednesdays, they get drunk with their mothers, they cuss loudly in public areas, they use the word like following ever other word, and they are studying unemployable topics in hopes of getting a job.
Is this truly the work force of our future? If so, we’re in more trouble than I imagined.

It’s said Michael Jordan scored high because he shot the ball toward the hoop more than most. Missing, in this case, becomes as familiar as not. With this normalcy comes a calm. In this calm there is no hesitation. Hesitation can, as a deer in headlights, lead to failure.
My past weekend was a self-analysis of failure. The advertised “cage fighting” match was actually just a typical boxing ring. The lighting was borderline candlelight, and my skills with color film and a rangefinder camera were/are in given situations in need of refreshing.
The drive was far, the cost was high and the results were poor; a fine recipe for failure.
But I shot.
This guy entered the ring, got his face pounded and then lost the match. Maybe next time he’ll punch less, headlock more and go to bed earlier the night before. That night he had plenty of ring-side support.