FINISHED!!!!

My ARP is finally completed and has been submitted, with time to spare too! Now it's time for summer vacation and the relaxation to begin. Nice... :-)

Week of April 26

I actually almost forgot about this time has gone by so quickly...

So for the ARP. Every time I think I've finished making points in the discussion section, I realize something I forgot. Sigh... I have like two more points to make and then its onto final revisions. But that's just because there's no more time. I could turn this into even more of a beast than its become...

Apr. 25- ARP almost finished!!!

I have almost completed the ARP. I need to revise the analysis section and add some information and then finish the APA formatting, and then I will be DONE!

April 16th update

So finally the UGRS is over and I can breathe a sigh of reflief. That is untill I realize everything else that I have somewhat avoided during the semester so I could focus all of my attention on this project. However, the UGRS allowed me to finsih my final MGRW. I can now focus all of my efforts on my final revisions of my ARP, which has turned into an absolute monster... But at least there is still time for that.

April 8, 2009 Data Overload!

I have way too much data to analyze... I'm working on the discussion section and wondering what all to piece together for my poster. I also went around campus today and got pictures of places that are not handicap accessible. I found it very amusing that when I was taking a picture of Sullivan Hall where the huge ledge is that no wheelchair could ever get up some lady came out and was like, "What are you snapping pictures of?" I'm like, "Umm, a doorway?" Funny after that I kept coming across security guards wherever I went. I'm sure it was just a coincidence. I refrained from getting a picture of the lovely guardhouse that doesn't let me come on campus as any other student though... >_< I figured there would be trouble then.

April 2, 2009 Update

So this week I submitted by research results as well as MGRW 2. I am in the process of working on the 3 one. I am thinking about creating a hypothetical organization that works to promote the positive interaction between handicapped and non-handicapped people. I also which to some how incorporate lack of accomodations (like STU) into it. Not sure how its all going to fit together yet. Of course I have to rename the school. I want to make it something that mocks the "developing leaders for life" thing because the school (or some of it) does a bad job with that. I'm also looking at re-working my ARP and adding additiong sources to it. So much work, so little time...

March 31 2009 Update

I have created a MG 2 but I'm not all that thrilled about it. It seems so plain and not creative. I seems to lack the imagery I can usually put into a poem. This was inspired by several of the responses I got from my survey. I am considereing creating some sort of pamphlet to promote like the civil rights of handicapped individuals, but I don't think I have the time to do it for this MG... Here is what I have so far...

The world towers over me.
It controls my life and everything I am able to do.
Where I go and what I can do is all predetermined for me.
I am forced to follow the scarce blue lines that form the only path I can follow.
I feel helpless and insignificant from this lowly position.
This world was not made to include me.
It did not account for the lifestyle I lead.

Society tries to shun me away, afraid to show the world that people like me exist.
Fear is drawn out in the “normal” when they look at me.
My presence is as welcomed as the cry of the banshee.
The wail of her cry shatters the illusion of control people hold so near and dear;
It forces people to face their own mortality.
They hurriedly try and look away as if ignoring my presence spares them a fate like mine.
They cover their eyes, cover their ears, and cover their mouths not wanting to acknowledge the evil that is being done.

I struggle to survive in a world that would rather ignore my existence.
I strive for a normal life, but I do not fit society’s definition of normal.

I am at the mercy of others.

I feel humiliated and inadequate as I blunder through a world not suited for me; a world that views my very essence as a hindrance.

Just out of my reach, dangling over my head, is a light waiting to be turned on.
I stretch to reach the pull-chain, but my fingers can only graze it.
If only I could stand up and reach it.
Perhaps then I could light up the darkness the world lives in and illuminate the desecration caused for people like me; the physically disabled of the world.