First, let me describe my house. I live in what used to be a duplex. It still has that little “lobby” area between two sides of house. I hear the screen door open to the lobby area and figure its our new roomate or something (who is supposed to be out of town). then i hear the doorknob jiggle and someone trying to get in. Now, i’m home alone as all my roomates went home for the superbowl. i hear someone talking (as if on a cell-phone). I unlock and open the door expecting a drunk super bowl party-goer showing up at the wrong house. I live a block away from campus, so i drunk party-goers show up at our house by mistake all the time. I open the door just enough so that my entire body blocks the opening. I’m a pretty big guy. standing there talking to himself is some dude gone on PCP. he has no shoes on and is mumbling something about a blood room. then he asks if i have a couch that he could sleep on.
i tell him, no go away. i close the door and lock it. I hear the screen door open, but i know he hasn’t left. just pretended to. I go upstairs to my room to put some shoes on and sneak out the back door with a steel pipe. as i’m walking to the front of my house, i don’t see the guy anywhere, thinking he’s still in the lobby area of my house. just as i get to the front, a cop car shows up. he flashes his spotlight at me, but then drives down the street. i go to where the cop stopped and he was talking to the people living 2 houses down from me. they called the cops because the same dude tried to get into their house. apparently he was going up the street trying to get into every house. the cop and i walk towards my house and the dude is standing 1 house away from mine. the cop stops him, searches him and talks with him a while. another cop car comes and they talk for a while. an ambulance finally shows up and takes the dude away.
not that great of a story, no fights or anything. but a dude on pcp trying to get into your house when you are home alone is pretty weird. that’s one for the books, so they say.
Random Update
Well, two days have passed and I have not had any guys on pcp trying to get into my house. That’s a good sign, I guess.
I met the class I will have to teach today in my practicum. They are a wild bunch. The teacher couldn’t even keep total control of them. I hop my evaluator will take this into consideration when he evaluates me.
I really need to start working on my Hot to Def: The Rise of Def Jam Records in the 1980’s-90’s paper, but I also have to write a paper for my French Revolution class, and study for my Business and Society test. Busy week for me.
My Superbowl Story
First, let me describe my house. I live in what used to be a duplex. It still has that little “lobby” area between two sides of house. I hear the screen door open to the lobby area and figure its our new roomate or something (who is supposed to be out of town). then i hear the doorknob jiggle and someone trying to get in. Now, i’m home alone as all my roomates went home for the superbowl. i hear someone talking (as if on a cell-phone). I unlock and open the door expecting a drunk super bowl party-goer showing up at the wrong house. I live a block away from campus, so i drunk party-goers show up at our house by mistake all the time. I open the door just enough so that my entire body blocks the opening. I’m a pretty big guy. standing there talking to himself is some dude gone on PCP. he has no shoes on and is mumbling something about a blood room. then he asks if i have a couch that he could sleep on.
i tell him, no go away. i close the door and lock it. I hear the screen door open, but i know he hasn’t left. just pretended to. I go upstairs to my room to put some shoes on and sneak out the back door with a steel pipe. as i’m walking to the front of my house, i don’t see the guy anywhere, thinking he’s still in the lobby area of my house. just as i get to the front, a cop car shows up. he flashes his spotlight at me, but then drives down the street. i go to where the cop stopped and he was talking to the people living 2 houses down from me. they called the cops because the same dude tried to get into their house. apparently he was going up the street trying to get into every house. the cop and i walk towards my house and the dude is standing 1 house away from mine. the cop stops him, searches him and talks with him a while. another cop car comes and they talk for a while. an ambulance finally shows up and takes the dude away.
not that great of a story, no fights or anything. but a dude on pcp trying to get into your house when you are home alone is pretty weird. that’s one for the books, so they say.
Buy a Brick
Can someone please buy me a brick? I would love one. It would be great to have my place “cemented” in Cardinals history. Cardinals Bricks: Paving the Way to the New Stadium.
If you want to know what to inscribe, something like:
Mike “Shep” Schepker
Fan Forever
“Something Else Here”
if you have any suggestions on what to put, let me know. Hurry, space is limited!
The Facebook
A lot of colleges distribute a facebook to Freshman with pictures of the incoming class and their respective majors. A new website takes this beyond that. TheFaceBook.com matches you up with other registered users from your university. When registered you can join different user-created groups such as Cardinal Fans and just about anything else you can imagine. You can also browse former classmates from your high school. This site has been gaining popularity over the past few weeks and is gaining more and more members each day. Check out my Facebook profile here: Facebook me!.
Volkswagon Commercial
Taking a note from the Grey Video, Volkswagon fused Gene Kelly’s face on a dancing body to recreate Singing in the Rain for a commercial for the new Golf GTI. Check out the awesome commercial here: Volkswagon Commercial