Author Archives: czonstkm
I was walking the dog
The day started off like any other normal day. I am awoken at 7:30 to a wet nose in my face letting me know it is time for him to go potty. My dog Buddy is a spunky 11 month … Continue reading
All my hard work has led up to this. I wake up, put on my shin guards and uniform, and force myself to eat something. Filled with nerves my mind cannot stop racing. Every division one college coach in America … Continue reading
Ethnographic Idea: Greek Life Environmental Analysis
We would interview students on campus that are members of fraternities and sororities and ask them how being in these organizations has affected their perception of the school environment. We are doing this because it seems that members of Greek … Continue reading
Tuscawilla Park: an oasis in the middle of chaos As I was driving on ISB last weekend I drove past this little park and decided it would be a great place for my next nature blog. Though small, Tuscawilla Park … Continue reading
Becoming Centered
Laying in the sand feeling the cool breeze against my face my mind was finally clear. Being at the beach always has this effect on me. It helps me become centered and calm. The sound of the ocean waves crashing into … Continue reading
Home Sweet Florida Home Sweet Florida? (link above includes photos from the trip) By: Megan Czonstka It was the perfect time of day to be at Bulow Creek State Park. The sun was at its peak in the sky; its … Continue reading
Embry Riddle Recycling Revealed
I plan on writing my issue article about the Embry-Riddle Recycling program. The article will mostly be an investigation into the details of the program and whether it is truly making a difference in the amount of waste Embry-Riddle produces. … Continue reading
Introduction
Daytona Beach- 1/21/11 It seems as though at any minute it is going to begin to pour. The air feels heavy. The sky is covered with a layer of thick gray clouds preventing the normal aircraft traffic from occurring at Embry-Riddle. The … Continue reading