Author Archives: crystal.b
Cigarette. Butts.
I know almost every single blog I’ve done, I’ve been at the beach. But this time was different. Wayyyyy different. In order to escape the mundane pattern of everyday life, a few friends and I sardined into a dusty PT … Continue reading
Attack of the Killer…Squirrels?
What…the…HELL?! I woke to the sound of whines and stupid “little dog” barks. You know, the ones that are high-pitched and annoy the crap out of you? I agreed to dog-sit for my mother this weekend, and the source of … Continue reading
Ethnographic Study: The Life of a Student-Athlete.
It has become more and more evident to me that student-athlete view campus differently that other students do. By researchig them, and why they have these paradigms, the study will give a direct, hands on view as to the trials, … Continue reading
The Keys to my Heart.
As I made the drive past Miami, my heart leapt. My ending destination, my Point B so to speak, was Key West. A turtle lazily sunbathed on the shoulder ahead of me, and I swerved slightly to the left as … Continue reading
Cats Don’t Really Like Snowballs.
As I stood under the awning of the Quail Hollow Resort in Geneva Ohio, all I could think of was, “the name for this place SUCKS.” The word ‘resort’ evokes mental images of sandy beaches, ripped masseuses named Vlad and … Continue reading
No Skill Required. Well, Maybe a Little.
As I traveled to the outer reaches of Southern Daytona, my spirit got a little freer. Daytona is a constant reminder of responsibilities and obligations. Driving on A1A, towards Ponce Inlet, the lights dim and get farther apart; traffic dwindles … Continue reading
I need drinking water.
My topic, albeit rather late, will be on the effect of the realty boom (and construction) on Florida’s underwater aquifer. The underground source provides water to five states, despite being only named after one: Florida, Georgia, South Carolina, Alabama and … Continue reading
Another Day of Fine Florida Weather. Not.
This is exactly the type of weather that constitutes a good book and a cup of chamomile tea…AT MY HOUSE. The horizon is a murky slate gray and threatens rain at any minute. There’s just enough of a chill to … Continue reading
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