I watched a rather strange video on the feed, and I think I can say that I wasn't a fan. It was simply too odd for me to really enjoy. I can't pin down anything specific, but here's the video:
It is just an odd little video of two different nonsense poems. They are tiny little stories that don't say much, and have no moral. This is to be expected from a nonsense poem I suppose.
This pretty much describes how I feel in leadership positions. People keep coming up to me with questions, so I have to pretend like I have some kind of idea what I'm doing.
As the title says, I am an aspiring rocket scientist. More precisely, I am Aerospace Engineering student. And that little descriptor about sums up my favorite things. I am in my final semester of college and absolutely cannot wait to graduate. I am more than ready to get into the work force and start building the future. To prepare for this future, I have done a lot of stuff in my college career. This includes, but is not limited to, building rockets, robots, and cleaning up asbestos. Don't worry, I'll explain more in a minute. Starting from the easiest thing on that list; robots. I am the vice-president of the Sooner Competitive Robotics here at OU. This means I get to be a technical adviser for each of the robotics teams and make that they have everything they need to succeed. I also get to help them when they mess up their robots, and cant get them to work right. Robots are great, but coding really kind of sucks, which is why I prefer to stick with my rockets an...
NOTICE: This story has been updated in my portfolio, and can be found here . Sand flew behind Hanuman as he ran along the thin beach. For an hour now, he had been running as fast as he could with the tide creeping slowly higher on the sandbar. The next island in the chain was in sight, but he still had a fair distance to cover. Just a little faster , he thought to himself. Putting in a little extra, his pace picked up and his breathing deepened. He had done this for the past few days, going from island to island between the tides on the natural sandbars that formed between them. The sun danced on the edge of the horizon, casting long shadows from the shells strewn about, and playing tricks with his eyes. He put his foot down hard on a mostly buried conch and yowled in pain, stumbling forward and crashing into the ground. Spitting sand and picking himself up, Hanuman chanced a glimpse of a shadow moving in the deep. Fleeting and faint, but definite movement. He ...
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