Okay, so it was 9:30am and I had just finished my Stats class. I had a ton of things that I could have done before my 12:30 class. One, start my research for a paper that’s due next Tuesday. Two, do the Stats homework I was just assigned. Three,
read the next story for my Horror Lit class. Etc, Etc. But there I was, standing in the parking lot. I knew that I still had to pick up some boxes for the Sock Drive, and I
also knew that I could take a chance and see if there was short line at the voting station. So I did. And you know what? I almost didn’t vote today. This really surprised me. You see, I often complain about what’s going on in politics, and I feel I can justly do so, because I vote. It doesn’t seem to make much sense to me when I hear people complain like a mob of angry shoppers about what’s going in government, and then I usually always hear: “And that’s why I don’t vote.” Today, I was almost a member of that angry mob. I almost didn’t vote. I think it’s crazy. I mean if you feel strongly about something, then try to be a part of it, by changing it, or keeping it the same. No matter your party: Republican, Democrat, Independent, Tea Party, WHATEVER, it doesn’t matter. What does matter is your voice. Make sure it’s heard. Vote.
I can almost hear the bells jingling for us to run out of our classes, throwing books, papers, and other paraphernalia up into the air because Spring break is coming! Oh wait, we still have one more week of that last test or paper that every professor wants to squeeze in. While I like taking classes, I do find myself on brain overload. The one week down time to let every thought and equation run out of your ears and onto the sand is welcomed. The sand I’m referring to will be at the beach, where I’ll hopefully get rid of my pallid hue that makes me look like a northerner. So let’s plug in for one more jolt through this week. No getting lazy now. Then we can all come back on the 15th with blank slates. I mean, with fresh minds.
I have personally witnessed the excitement of the student body concerning the transition of MCC from a Community College to the State College of Florida. You can go anywhere on campus; whether it’s the ARC Building, the Library, the Lancer Café (whose
name will soon change) hallways, or even the book store, and everyone will be talking about the exact same topic: the new name of the school.
With the news of the transition that will occur, there a loads of questions that arise concerning the changes that will take place. “How soon will the diplomas reflect the new school name?” A student asked me. Although I do not have an answer, I am hoping that my graduating class of spring 2009 will be the first to bear the new name and emblem on their diploma.
The elevation in status that will take place will be humongous. This is due to the fact that MCC will stay with its Open Door Policy, and attract a larger group of students than ever before: students who wanted to go directly into a four-year school (which we are now). Despite these changes, incoming students can expect the same college education and atmosphere that so many others have experienced. We are moving up in the ranks and if we continue with this level of focus, The State College of Florida will be famous for its quality of education, diversity and ability to produce competent professionals for all areas of the workforce.
Until next time,