Here is a video from a cool academic event on campus called 7×7 Challenge. 7 Professors had 7 minutes to discuss an area of study that interested them, and then we in the audience voted on the most interesting or our favorite presentation. I included clips from every speaker and a few funny moments. Hope you enjoy!
Here is a video from my church a couple weeks ago. For those just tuning in, I go to Mission Church in Overland Park. This is Rachel and Wallace Fa’agutu, they are Hawaiian musicians and also children’s ministers. They have an album called “Little Songbirds” that I would STRONGLY recommend, especially if you know kids and want some fun worship music with an island influence They also have a few other records here: http://rachelnicolemusic.com/discography/.
This particular song is by Matisyahu called “Live Like a Warrior.” I’m a HUGE fan of their cover, so I hope you enjoy it too!
So last week I made a video about the places to hang out on campus featuring a few MNU students. It’s a different approach than the “typical student” would take to introduce you to common spaces on campus, so I hope it’ll keep you entertained for at least a minute and 49 seconds.
At the end is my roommate’s reaction to a prank we pulled on her last week. Enjoy!
Hey Bloggers! It’s been a while. Yesterday, MNU made the headlines! The Red Bus Project stopped by and set up shop.
From their website:
WHAT IS THE RED BUS PROJECT? We’re driving a double decker bus-turned-mobile thrift store from college to college, spreading awareness about the needs of orphans and raising money for orphan care. WHY? Because millions of orphans around the world need a family. Together we can give them a voice. HOW DOES IT WORK? Donate your best clothes, buy clothes on the bus and invite all your friends to join the Red Bus Project. The funds raised by the thrift store will go toward providing forever families to orphans.
Watch the video above! Here are some pics from the event!
Microblog: A type of blog that lets users publish short text updates. Bloggers can usually use a number of service for the updates including instant messaging, e-mail, or Twitter. The posts are called micro posts, while the act of using these services to update your blog is called microblogging.
When Twitter was first introduced in 2006, I think the general thought among everyone but the early adopters was, why on earth would anyone be interested in knowing every little thought I have? This was followed by a brief period of resistance, and then Twitter became the fastest growing social network and somehow gained hundreds of millions of users. What’s cool about the concept of microblogging is that it gives you a snapshot into someone’s day. Not a whole blog post or photo album on Facebook, just a thought, maybe with a picture. Fits in with the fast-food society thing. Did you know Hashtags were originally to look at trending topics? They still serve that purpose but now they’re more of a way to indicate an emotion with a tweet or just a funny addition. Oh, and people use them in everyday conversation. #MindBlown
So somewhere along the lines, tweets went from being a snapshot into someone’s day to being a snapshot into someone’s mind. They #transformationtuesday-ed into emotional posts about frustrations at work or blessings from family and friends or political opinions or prayers about the weather…
And then, people started to develop emotional connections or offenses to tweets they would see. Maybe they don’t agree with how I feel about my boss. Or maybe they think I shouldn’t categorize “things” as “blessings.” OR, maybe, they don’t like the President in office like I do (I know, shoot me.) Or maybe, they like the negative wind chills and two feet of snow when they walk to class… and maybe, they want their opinions to be voiced, without directing attention at me.
And then… the birth of the subtweet. According to Urban Dictionary,
It’s the shortening of “subliminal tweet” which is directly referring to a particular person without mentioning their name or directly mentioning them and it basically indicates that the tweet in which the hashtag is used is a subliminal tweet.
To sum it up, it’s passive aggression. It’s almost like talking bad about someone behind their back, except to their face without saying it’s them. For a light-hearted example:
@Me: Man, I wish this weather would clear up. I’m ready for some sunshine. #Spring
@SomeoneElse: I’m so sick of your complaining. The weather is not going to change because of twitter. #Winter
Or, maybe the disagreement did not happen on Twitter. A more modern, accurate picture:
@Me: I’m really tired of always being the nice girl. When you’re ready grow up, don’t come crying to me.
And then, the response:
@Friend: OMG are you okay babe? Love you! Call me!
(You can tell this isn’t a real friend because she doesn’t know already. The real friend ★’d it.
Other than the fact that this is completely inappropriate, it’s whiny and kind of annoying. When I get on Twitter, I’m looking for an escape. No, not a timeline of ambiguous, vague and attention-seeking posts. If we wanted a diary of your emotions, we would have broken into your room and read your diary by now. And if you don’t have a diary, invest in one.
Maybe I’m just blunt. I don’t know. Here are the issues I see:
It is an effort to hurt someone.
You sound annoying.
It’s an immature action, and makes you appear childish.
You sound annoying.
It’s a half-empty glass way of life.
So I was thinking, I’m not going to change the world by posting a blog about this. But maybe in my small corner of the world, we could try something else.
I like genuine people who are real and have real problems. I’m not saying we should act like cupcakes and unicorns in the online-world. But maybe we could be passive aggressive about something else. Something that doesn’t have anything to do with other people.
If you’ve read the saga of my most embarrassing moment, it probably won’t surprise you that I have IBS, or Irritable Bowel Syndrome. Frequently when I eat food, my stomach seeks revenge. So I was thinking the other day, I should subtweet my stomach.
@Challegra: You think you can just interrupt my entire day and monopolize my schedule? Maybe you should get a hobby. #Subtweet #IBSProbs
@Challegra: When I have to lay in bed for 5 hours because of the pain you bring, I’m not going to be in the best mood next time you talk to me. #Subtweet #IBSProbs
…Maybe your issue is the weather. You could subtweet the weather.
@YourUserName: I’m not going to sit here and pretend like everything’s okay. This has to stop. #Subtweet #WeatherProbs
@YourUserName: Go ahead. Try and rain on my parade. #WeatherProbs #Subtweet
Or maybe, your issue is Homework.
@YourUserName: Stare at me in the face all you want. You are not in my top priorities anymore. #HomeworkProbs #Subtweet
@YourUserName: You think you can use me for my intelligence and then leave until you need me again? I’m over this. #HomeworkProbs #Subtweet
This method is a little bit of a stretch as it requires a little more creativity, but it will make you a better person because of it! I think it could really catch on. Let me know if you’re joining the subtweet movement!
I’d like to start by giving a shout out to Jordan Warren, member of the Pioneer Class of 2018. He asked the question, “What really goes on when class is out of session?”
Answer: MNU PD.
…well, maybe not after every class. Hopefully this will paint the picture:
One Sunday afternoon, my friend Konner and I got this idea to make a video speculating a day in the life of our very own Campus Safety, with influences from hit TV shows The Office and Reno 911. A trip to Goodwill and a few phone calls later, this video was created.
What’s interesting about this video is that we ad-libbed the whole thing and made up the plot as we were going. Also interesting: no one in the video was friends before it was created. I had never met JT or interacted with Cole. I called up Sean (Officer Mahoney,) who I only knew from class, and Lauren, who only knew Konner and myself.
Needless to say, a force to be reckoned with was born that day, and I’m happy to call them all my friends.
Jordan (and any other future Pioneers out there,) I hope this captures a little bit of the community on campus, and I hope you like this video!
If you are out of the loop, football in America has been over since the Superbowl (who knew?)
..But that doesn’t mean our Athletic office and football players have been sitting quietly.
This semester, about 700 recruited football players, all from California, have transferred in to start morning workouts and practices.
Also from California, MNU’s newest Head Football Coach: Brian Willmer! Coach W is the 6th head football coach in the program’s history. He coached at Azusa Pacific University and was an integral part of leading the Cougars to become conference champs in 2013 after just their second year in NCAA Division 2!
For those who don’t know, MNU is NAIA Division 1- so we are thrilled to have the experience of Coach Willmer on campus!
Along with professional success comes his personal success, as Coach Willmer has a gorgeous wife and 5 beautiful children. So long SoCal, kids, welcome to Kansas!
Here are some pictures from the press conference on campus last week:
President Spittal opening the conference
Athletic Director Kevin Steele introducing Coach Willmer
MNU’s new head coach!
Coach Willmer and Kevin Steele taking questions during the conference
Coach if you need a babysitter, I wasn’t joking about wanting to be best friends with your children.
Okay blogging friends. If you tuned in last week, you probably have a very skeptical view of my buddy Stephen. Normally with friends like Steve, I would just allow you to keep on believing that he is the man that will never trust a fart again.
But now I’m feeling guilty because some of the information was fabricated. tainted. false.
So it’s time for me to come clean. (enjoy the sweet sounds of Eisley while reading.) I’m reposting the story here. Follow my commentary (of my own story) to find out what actually happened on that Tuesday afternoon.
One time last year, I was feeling a little loopy. I had stayed up all night one Monday attempting to get a project done in the 24 hour lab, one of the feature’s in the library on campus. I had classes that day, so I was awake all day Monday, then all night, then all day Tuesday. It was now hour 34 of being awake when the incident happened.
The sun was setting. It was a beautiful day in April. I drove my car over a hill to see some gentlemen preparing for a fish fry. Among the men in this group, I noticed my friend Stephen Rowell in the distance.
In order to fully understand the story, you have to understand all that this Stephen Rowell.
Stephen answers to no one. He is his own person. He has looked like he is 35 since his Freshman year and has been mistaken for a parent or professor (as pictured above) on numerous occasions. He was “secretly” in love with me for a good year and I finally had to shoot him straight for him to get the idea. He now is dating an amazing woman of God, and I couldn’t be happier for him!
Okay he’s never been in love with me. It’s an on-going joke that for some reason to me never gets old. Sometimes when he asks me a question, like “why can I not do __ the right way?!” My automatic response in the past has been “I don’t know Steve. Maybe it’s because you’re in love with me?” Gets him (ehhh …me) every time.
Stephen isn’t great with schedules. He’s the guy that shows up 10 minutes late to classes regularly but walks in with a Venti Vanilla latte in hand and iPad in arm, greeting anyone and everyone. I wouldn’t call him disruptive, because the professors are usually delighted when he comes in. He’s the guy everyone wants to be around because there’s never any guessing what’s on his mind.
I wouldn’t call it accurate to say “usually” before “delighted.” More accurate would be to say, “Sometimes, the professors are delighted that he actually decided to show up to class.”
That being said, on this Tuesday late afternoon/evening, I may have had sour feelings toward Mr. Rowell. It may have been because I stayed awake for a meeting with him that he missed. It may have been because he went fishing for this fish fry. He may have had another valid reason for not showing up to said meeting, but none of them mattered. What mattered was how tired I was, and how carefree he was, setting up the grill for the big event of the week.
As my car descended the hill, I stopped when I was level with the crew. I hit my brakes, rolled down my window, and shouted, “STEPHEN!!“
Stephen looked at me like a deer in the headlights. He slowly meandered over to my window, leaned down, and I couldn’t shake the look on his face. He looked troubled, concerned and in doubt. I asked how he was doing, and he began talking aimlessly. Very out of character for him. He was looking down into my car and making little to no eye contact. Whatever was troubling him was far bigger than this missed meeting that was bothering me.
The above paragraphs contain about 95% truth if the subject matters are reversed. The reality of the situation is that as I shouted “STEPHEN!!” I looked at him like a deer in the headlights. I could not make eye contact. I began talking aimlessly. Nothing mattered in this moment because of a personal matter. Read on:
A couple days later, I received a few text messages from Stephen. In this series, he said something to the extent of “Allegra, I think we need to clear the air. I’m sorry I embarrassed you when I crapped my pants in front of you the other day. I hope you know I wasn’t feeling well and it doesn’t happen often. I hope you don’t view me differently because this has never happened before.”
-> A couple days later, I sent a few text messages to Stephen. In the series, I said something to the extent of “Stephen, I think we need to clear the air. I’m sorry that in the moment your head was in my car the other day, I crapped my pants. I hope you know that I don’t just do this on the reg. I wasn’t feeling well. I hope you don’t view me differently because this has never happened before.”
JUDGE ME if it’s what the Lord is calling you to do, blog world! I did it! I crapped my pants in front of a dude. In the United States. Yards from my dorm room. Had I ever done this in Mexico while I was camping and the closest outhouse was a quarter mile from my tent? No. What about on a job site with no running water or usable facility? No. Okay well what about after a hot pepper challenge with my teammate Fernando? NO! It happened on Campus in the luxury of all these amenities!
In my defense, there were a lot of things working against me. I am a vegetarian and there is a lot of fiber in my diet. I hadn’t slept and had a lot of coffee and caffeine: natural laxatives. I had my first ever surgery and it was on my abdomen, so food wasn’t processing correctly…
And as I shouted, “STEPHEN!!”it was just too much pressure on my abdomen.
Why did I tell him? Because I thought for sure he knew! And I interpreted his silence as assumption. Assumption that this is a regular thing in my life. At least by telling him myself, I could control the message that was sent. (Public Relations class came in handy.) I could let him know this was a one-time thing. And you know why I’m feeling so guilty? Because as students have asked him about this situation, he has gone along with it to protect my pride. EVEN AFTER I THROUGH HIM UNDER THE BUS.
And now the entire world knows about my bowel issues. If you would like to join with me and prove that this happens to everyone at some point or another, post your story below! We can laugh about it together and rise against the judgers who claim this has never happened to them! We can start judging them for lying!
Hopefully I didn’t lose any of my followers for this… Oh well. That’s me.