Volume Uno: The Pillars of Morality

So, as you should know if you're reading this venture into the life of MorganTori, I have recently completed my first 2 weeks as a student at the University of North Carolina at Pembroke. So far it's been great. Small classes, diversity, beautiful campus, decent meals or atleast meal alternatives, and some very attractive bait. But that is later to be discussed.

I've been a student for all of these long two weeks and already have decided to change my major. Instead of Psychology with a concentration in Substance Abuse, I am now pursuing a degree in MassComm: Journalism. Yes, I'm going after that National Geographic career instead of taking care of alkies and druggies. Maybe, just maybe, I'll be able to write about drug addicts one day in a "Taboo" article or something of the sort. I've also joined a couple of clubs so far. The Gay Straight Alliance, and of course the school newspaper, The Pine Needle, where I plan to become a contributing photographer and possible a junior writer on the staff. Hey, you have to start somewhere.

But, on to the bait. Of course, as most of us Marylanders suspected the guys are much better down here. They're (mostly) nice guys with country accents and penchants for smoking. Sure, there's some of the same thing we've experienced in the great state of MD, but that's just the unfortunate way of the world. Jerks are everywhere. For those who suspected and hoped for the "Carolina farm-boy, with blonde hair and blue eyes", don't be discouraged just yet. There's plenty of bait to go around for you too. (And you know who you are, there's no need to put you on blast.) Alas, I've not found myself attracted to any of those and have instead had a steady eye on something else.

And those who knew me as the quiet, timid girl, who refused to talk to any member of the opposite sex in the most teenage related way, has become drastically different.... Okay, so I like to exaggerate... a lot. However, I have "grown a pair of cojones", or bollocks [(The British, 1756)...by the way that is not a real citation, I just would like to give credit where credit is due, to the Brilliant British for creating such a clever word to say] and mustered up the courage to talk to someone; yes, this someone I keep a left eye on when spotted. It's being hoped on but I'm not holding my breath just yet. (Between you and I readers, its the fear of suffocation that keeps me from holding close my lungs so far.)

But all of this talk of clubs and boys and cafteria food (which needs no elaboration: it is what it is), has absolutely nothing to do with the title of this blog Volume Uno: The Pillars of Morality.

In all absolute and tragic honesty, I am willing to say that I love my friends, so far. Unfortuantely some things I just have to say no to. Like they say: "If you don't stand for something.... something horrible will probably happen to you, like a heroine addiction."

I don't think that's exactly how it goes, but you get the idea.

The point I would like to make is somewhat clear. I have never been myself a pillar of all that is ethical, pure or moral. I'm Pro-Choice, I don't think marijuana should be considered a narcotic, I don't believe fornication will send you to hell, or that there even is a hell (not to be confused with Atheism/Agnosticism, which is entirely different), I don't believe Christianity holds all of the answers of the world and that maybe, just maybe, we should listen to what all those other people have to say. They seem to be quite as happy as those who recognize the Crucifiction of Christ. Alas, the meat and potatoes of this blog is: skipping class is immoral.

W T F ? I know what you're thinking: "Abortion=cool, sex before marriage=cool, honoring gods other than the divine=cool, marijuana=cool......skipping class=BAD????"

Yes, that's what I said, that's what I mean...well, not really. Skipping class is not immoral, but it's just not something I can agree with nor participate in. My parents worked extremely hard, and made a lot of sacrafices so that I could go to college and better myself. Skipping classes that they paid their well earned money on would be a sign of disrepect and ignorance. Keep in mind that most professors only allow a few absences before you fail the class, and winter is comes upon us around the corner of Sunday. I heard it doesn't get very cold down here in Pembroke, however, sickness is less about weather and more about proximity and contact between and with a person that is contagious. That being said, why not use those absences for days when you could possibly need them? It would be better than having to walk from Belk or West Hall to Sampson with a bleeding headache and a snotty nose, wrapped in a blanket and sniffing on Vick's to keep your nasal passages inhaling properly. I can't condone the things my friends do, which is why I find myself in limbo.

With this all tossed up into the air like the remnants of a bomb, I ask myself: Should I sit and wait until their influence rubs off on me, or should I seek out a new group of friends? I hate to drop people for something so insignificant for them, but its a big deal for me. Neither of my parents finished college and I want to make them proud by doing something they were never able to do. I think maybe, the priorities I had listed on my dry-erase board were not misguided but in perfect ascending order:

PT/Army ROTC

Social life

School work.

The only prolem is that I may have to find a new group of friends. Like the woman from Monster.com said: "If you're the smartest one out of all your friends, you need new friends."

And I think I'm pretty smart.

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