• Patrick Fischer

    Patrick Fischer

    Class of 2014
    Helena, MT
    Communication, Psychology

    Patrick's Bio:
    I'm a communication and psychology major, with a minor in music. I came from the wild west, and as much as I enjoy gun slinging and spittoons, my interests are generally media based. I love art and expression (I'm still a tough guy), and I hope my area of studies will get me into the world of entertainment and communicating, whether it be film, television, advertising, music, and friends. I love Scholastica and Duluth, and I'm excited for the future.

  • Bryan Chavez

    Richfield, MN
    Accounting and Finance

    Brooke Elvehjem

    Mora, MN

    Neena Koslowski

    Apple Valley, MN

    Jin Baek

    Aurora, CO
    Biology and Chemistry (Pre-Med)

  • Laura Salazar

    Bogotá, Colombia
    Marketing and Business Management

    Conrado Eiroa Solans

    Madrid, Spain
    Psychology Major, Biology minor

    Malvern Madondo

    Harare, Zimbabwe
    Mathematics & Computer Science

    Takudzwa Munjanja

    Gweru, Zimbabwe
    Health Information Management, CIS minor

  • Daniela Moreno Gomez

    San Salvador, El Salvador
    Computer Information Systems and Finance

    Halle Nystrom

    Graduate Student
    Fargo, ND
    M.S. Health Information Management

    Shauney Moen

    Graduate Student
    Oak Grove, MN
    Doctorate of Physical Therapy

    Kathryn McCarrick

    Saint Paul, MN
    Elementary Education

  • Jason Chavez

    Minneapolis, MN
    Psychology, Organizational Behavior, and Social Work

    Laila Zemar

    Casablanca, Morocco
    Biochemistry, Biology and Pre-med

    Katelyn Gehling

    East Bethel, MN
    Exercise Physiology for Pre-Physical Therapy

    Yael Ikoba-Ndjip

    Brussels, Belgium
    Accounting Major; Finance minor

  • Shivani Singh

    Mumbai, India
    Management & Marketing

I Don’t Like Bees

Last night a few friends of mine and I went to the Anchor Bar (for the food and the atmosphere) in Superior, Wisconsin, and what started out as some friendly B.S.-ing (bro singing, not everybody’s up for it) quickly turned into what every college student wants to talk about on a Thursday evening at a bar: campfire ghost stories.  Now, I’m not scared of anything, except Gary Busey and my own internet histories, so I was relatively amused by the gear switch in conversation.  Everybody told their own chilling tales of the supernatural and by the end we all ended up holding hands, glancing over our shoulders, and singing nervously as we walked back to our cars because when you’re in Superior, you don’t need horror stories to put the fear of God in your heart.  All the while, however, I kept thinking back to a couple days ago when I had a scary experience after I went on morning run.  When I returned I was sitting on my computer and happened to glance over and saw a large ball of lint on the ground.  Now, if you’ve been keeping up with my blogs, as I’m sure you are, you’ll remember I’ve been desperately trying to keep my room temperature below Hades.  My initial instinct when I see a bound ball of fuzz and thread is to always, ALWAYS assume it’s a giant insect, but no, I kept my cool, reassured myself that there’s no way in heck that could happen.  My windows have screens, my door has been closed all d–OH MY GOD THAT’S A GIANT DEAD BUMBLEBEE!!  Disposing of the bee was easy, even though when picking it up with a paper towel and dawned in a hazmat suit, I’m still not entirely convinced that little son of a bee (lol jk) wasn’t going to find his final last bit of strength, let out a high pitched devious laugh, and sting me to death.  I don’t like bees.  As far as I’m concerned, their sole purpose on this planet is to inflict pain to children, but if you’re not a child, you’ll respond exactly how a child would.  Yeah, I cried a little, I’ll admit it.  But even more terrifying to me was the prospect that somehow a bee the size of my head got in my room.  I half expected to look under my bed and see a raging hive hanging down there.  As well as a human body.  I don’t know why, I guess I was just on a “scary high”.  And to add to the scariness, I’m pretty sure my one sadistic pleasure in life is not only killing bees, but doing it in the most creative way possible.  I’ve used fire.  Also, why was he just dead?  How long was he in there before he kicked the bucket?  I have this image of him realizing he can’t get out, and then standing with his face pressed against the window watching his bee buddies frolicking around in the yard.

"Guys?  I think I made a huge mistake.  This place smells like shoes.  Guys?"

“Guys? I think I made a huge mistake. This place smells like shoes and broken dreams. Guys?”

Bees freak me out.  Also, here’s a trailer for the new Sylvester Stallone and Arnold Schwarzenegger film, Escape Plan: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CI4EjV_x_PQ


P.S. After reading this my mom wanted me to mention that in the above posted video, for a brief moment you’ll see Vincent D’Onofrio (00:38),who was made famous primarily as Private Pyle in Full Metal Jacket, and his lead in Law & Order: Criminal Intent.  But I think we all best remember him in this role:

My face exactly after my first Aphex Twin music video.

My face exactly after my first Aphex Twin music video viewing.

That’s right, he was Edgar from Men In Black!  For some reason my parents got a real kick out of his wacko performance.  Ah, nostalgia.


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