What's black and white and RED all over?

The answer to that question is of course a bloody penguin! That's right folks, in case you were wondering, it's still wintertime here at UNC. So in light of the Christmas Season, here is a poem.

Twas the week before break

and all through the campus

all parts of the brain were straining

even the hippocampus!

It's finals week here

and some get so stressed

but not me and my friends

we're in our ugly Christmas sweater vests.

Holiday parties run rampant

sparkling cider and all

I take binoculars outside

and watch people fall.

It sometimes gets icy

best to go to some parks

you can watch the geese run

and hear the dogs bark.

People pack their bags for home

and trudge through the snow

they'll suffer the cold

but I'll be in SAN DIEGO

Well that's all the rhyming I have in me. I'll be blogging through break, so be sure to tune in!

Love,

Brink

Dentures and Diapers

There comes a point in every young person's life, when they start to actually feel like a grown-up. Sure, you'll see little pictures of adulthood here and there. For me, I would have visions of adulthood while standing in my parents kitchen when they were out of town, or while sitting at a recliner while drinking out of a root beer bottle. Now I stand at a crucial point in my life. I'm almost done with school, I'm not so afraid to talk to "real adults," and I can grow a decent mustache. 
All around the world, young people have different rites of passage. Rituals that must be completed in order for someone to pass into the next stage of life. I'm not sure if there is a distinct ritual here in America. Maybe it's a matter of moving away from home. Maybe it's paying all your own bills. Or maybe, it's when you enroll at a school for superheroes (even though you initially don't have any powers of your own) . Through the course of time, you find out you have an arsenal of powers and you save the school from your father's superminded nemesis...I did say maybe. For me, I get the feeling all the time that I'm becoming a real man. Often times, it comes upon me when I look into the eyes of my wonderful girlfriend and imagine myself spending the rest of my life with her. Oh the many joys of getting older.
UNC has been my home for growing up. I attribute the community here at UNC for helping to shape me into the man that I'm becoming...I'll give my Dad credit for the mustache.  I can't think of a better place or better people for me to share this part of my life with. It can actually be a little scary at times. Who knows? Before you know it, I'll be wearing dentures and diapers.

Stay Fly Folks,
Brink