I was diligently working on his Key Word project. Alas, we must step back to the day that I was working on his project in a much closer location. Venture, if you will, out behind Williams and directly over to Sheesha Nights. In the smoke filled lounge, many college students were puffing smoke and experience oxygen
deprived highs, but I was doing something different. With a full container or iced rose tea and Natalia, my sleek macbook named such because of her supposed secret life as a Russian spy, in front of me, I got straight to work.
Google was my best friend. If the search term ‘rhetorical ideology’ had shown up in the list of suggested searches, I probably would have simply searched for ideology and kept going on that ambiguity for quite a while. Yet, thanks to Google, I encountered the work of James Berlin. Finding his work was heavenly. I felt like Indiana Jones finding the Holy Grail. He was my first stepping-stone, and a significant one at that.
Over the course of the next few weeks, I lived at Strozier. I consumed Starbucks and partied at Club Stroz. My life became homework and research. I abandoned the interwebs and read any and all books on ideology pertaining to rhetoric that I could find. Yes, of course I had to eventually limit said selections and narrowed it down to my select five texts, but I worked hard all the same.
A while back, I was working on finding appropriate pictures and a cohesive theme for my newsletter. I originally planned to use lyrics from hit songs for the titles and pictures that correlated, but I changed my mind. Upon reading about Therborn’s three questions, I determined that movies would be best, particularly Mean Girls.
Then I had the issue of not alienating the more macho and masculine crowd that does not appreciate the wit and hilarity of the film. That is when I found Fight Club to be a viable option. From there, finding the pictures was all too easy. A print screen of the film here, a google search there, and all was right with the world. I even found a picture of Hitler in pink that fit in with the idea of political ideologies.
All was well. I had plenty of working notes with which to work when I finally composed the newsletter as a whole. I figured I would put it together the Thursday before and have the weekend to relax and revise if necessary. After all, I had nine hours at work where I just sat behind a desk. That would be the perfect time.
However, my lack of luck intervened. Having typed up half of my newsletter and placing the first picture, I needed to go on rounds and make sure no residents were dead, doing bad things, etc. I was almost completely done with my last set of rounds.
Yet, I did not notice the unidentified liquid on one of the top steps and when I regained vision, I was in a seated position at the bottom of the stair. My body was in shock. I couldn’t even muster the ability to scream in pain. My body just would not let me. Finding my way back to the office (after I regained the ability to walk) I contacted my supervisor and regained some of my physical capabilities.
I hobbled over to Denny’s where I waited for Thagard to open. After enjoying a Grand Slam, I hobbled to Thagard where they looked me over and sent me to my coordinator. They could take care of me, but they were considerate to my bank account by informing me that I could get worker’s compensation for this injury. Keep in mind that I had been working my project at 6:20 AM. I work nights. I had been up since 10:00 AM that Thursday. It is now 10:00 AM on Friday.
Filing paperwork with my coordinator took until noon and then I could finally see a doctor. By 3:00 PM, I had undergone a physical examination, at least seven x-rays, and had my prescription for painkillers and muscle relaxers filled. I had a thoracic spine contusion, hip contusion, and a concussion. I don’t even think I have to mention that I would not be working on my newsletter on Friday. Saturday was shot too. Sunday, however, I was actually able to get up and function fairly well, so I completed my composition and tinkered with the color theme.
Click. Print. Done.
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