Monday, September 28, 2009

Coach’s Personalities

Many coach’s have distinct personalities. I had the typical high school coach that yelled and screamed at the top of his lungs every time something bad happened. It is very rare to find a calm and patient successful coach. Mostly all coaches are extremely high tempered but they have to be in order to get their point across. The coaches have to develop a player’s mentality of mind over matter. Coaches also focus on mental toughness. For example, if a player cannot handle a coach yelling at them, how could they handle being run over by a 300 pound linebacker? However, coaches have different methods of teaching. Some will be willing to commit to some one on one time while others make the player find it within themselves. The life of a coach can have a big effect on how they act outside of the game. Some still have that same temper and it affects their every day lives.

Conversion from high school to college

In high school, I was a straight A student. I will admit it, I never studied. The conversion from high school to college has been difficult. College consists primarily of studying and writing. Many people cannot make this conversion. More times than none, there is always a student sleeping in class or missing class. Some people do not realize college is the real deal. How well a student does in college will most likely determine how well he or she will do in life. Students need to create a fine line between study time and "hang out" time. I see too many fellow students that have great potential be lazy.

My Perspective

Throughout high school, I always loved science. Biology came really easy to me and I enjoyed it. When college rolled around, my career choice was compatible with my love for biology. A main topic in biology is evolution. At first, I hated this part of the subject because of the controversy between religion and evolution. Growing up, I was very involved in church and am still today. I was not born into a very religious family. For the first couple of years, I attended with my family. From eleven to seventeen, I was a regular at Hope Presbyterian by myself. I am convinced that there is a God. God did not make things perfect. Evolution could have been his back up plan for when things got out of hand. No one knows. As complex as humans are, there has to be help from a higher being.

Friday, September 18, 2009

Chemistry

I have never been very fond of chemistry. Chemistry almost drove me away from majoring in biology because I would have to take it. In high school, I took AP Chemistry and Chemistry Honors. I made good grades in both but I did not pass my AP exam due to a terrible teacher. Mr. Freilich, on the other hand, is a very good teacher so far. Unfortunately though, he is not able to cover and "teach" everything he needs/wants to in the given time we are in class. Students, like myself, need more one on one teaching. Mr. Freilich told us if we need extra help to go to the student center where there are tutors for chemistry. Honestly, I know more about chemistry than they do. I went in there with more knowledge than I came out with. The U of M needs to hire new tutors. Maybe, I caught that person on a bad day. Regardless, these tutors are being paid to help so they need to find a way to assist us students

Class conversation

Today, my professor decided to condition our forearms by writing for forty-five minutes straight. The class picked numbers and the numbers selected would engage in an extremely long conversation about the most random things. Bobby and Elliot were chosen. Immediately, Elliot seemed to be nervous and out of place. He crossed his arms and looked down indicating that he was bored/uncomfortable. Bobby started the conversation and was seventy-five percent of the conversation. After running out of topics to talk about, both of them looked around dumbfounded. Professor Sumner-Winter threw random topics at them. Right away, Elliot seemed uptight again. People all around the room began to join in putting there thoughts and opinions. After what seemed to be three days, Bobby and Elliot could converse no longer.

"Typical conversation with mom"

This video really opened my eyes to how important human senses can be and the different perspectives each one gives without the other. The first time in class, I was not able to watch and write down at the same time. When I relied on my hearing alone to tell the story, the boy did not seem to accept his mom's generosity. He was being very stubborn about trying the fish his mother was offering. Like all mothers, she was only trying to feed her son with a healthy meal. Finally, the son gave in and tried it to satisfy his mother.

When I watched it at home, I came to find that the mother was a very loving mother. She took great offense to the thought that her son would not even attempt to try the tuna she made for him. She also noticed the lack of respect her son showed by not making eye contact.

Friday, September 11, 2009

Titans vs. Steelers

Many complains have developed over the subject of the NFL's overtime method. Unlike college, the NFL's overtime basically whoever scores first wins. Clearly, this overtime is unfair to the team that doesn't win the coin toss.
The Pittsburgh Steelers wanted only one more thing since their national championship last year, to avenge their loss from the Tennessee Titans. Everyone knew this game would be a close one especially considering it was the season opener. Tennessee's defense did excellent stopping Ben Roethlisberger until he found out the short passing game was their weakness. However, both teams had there chances to win; Tennessee missed two field goals and Pittsburgh fumbled at the five yard line. Predictably, the game went into overtime. Titans are the visitors they get to call the toss. They guess wrong Pittsburgh gets the ball. The ball is taken down just far enough to get in field goal range. Pittsburgh kicks a field goal game over. How is this fair? The NFL needs to adjust their overtime to more like college. There should be at least one chance per team to score.