Ultimate Blog!

Ok, so no guarantees, but I plan on this being the most exciting blog I have written yet. Why? Because nothing really happened this last week, so I am going to make stuff up.

Ok, first, I will talk about what actually happened so far. Last weekend, I did absolutely squat. I stayed at home and relaxed. It was nice. On Monday, I went to the Police Station to get my ID Card. Here it is:

I think I look one year younger... or maybe it is just that they messed up on my birthdate.

I blurred the details so no-one can steal my identity... yet. Tuesday, I began my first day of classes of the new semester. I only have 4 classes this semester, and all are scrunched on Tuesday and Wednesday, giving me almost a 5 day weekend (except I do have a lab at 8:30 am Thursdays and teach in the afternoon). I am taking Graphics, Databases, VLSI, and Networks (year long course). VLSI should be interesting: it is a 5th year course about computer processor design, and it has no final, just graded work over the semester. My Databases class should be easy. I have Graphics in English, which is strange, but it should be fun.

I also started a new English teaching schedule. I was able to continue going to my Tuesday morning class, but cannot go to the other two I used to have. So, I took up a new class on Thursdays. It is a 4th year English class, which is fun because they understand a lot more. However, they are at that age where they are too cool for school, methinks.

And that does it for my real week. Now, let's get on to the good, made up stuff I did last week.

Ahem... It was a dark, unpleasant night. The rain was streaking down the windows like tears on the cheek of a dumped girlfriend. One could only hear the sounds of thunder booming in the distance, and the sounds of a roommate talking to himself (ok, so this last part is true, my roommate talks to himself a lot!). As the phone rang, I jumped in fright, worried that the caller could be the kidnapper I was warned about by the police last friday. I hesitantly lifted the receiver, and heard a rasping voice ask, "Is this Mr. Dunbar?"

"Um, yes it is... who is this?"

"This is NASA, we need you immediately to go into space."

The next day I found myself on a plane headed for the Kennedy Space Center, back in the good ol' US of A. My heart pounded, thinking of the exciting journey I was about to embark on. Our team got together for a group photo:

That's me, front and center! Click for a larger image.

President Bush personally greeted me, and told me how important this mission was going to be. He then made up a few words, and dismissed me with "You are a great assetment to the nation." My team and I boarded the shuttle, all nervous and excited at the same time. I put on my NASA official diaper, and we were ready for lift-off.

Sadly, lift-off never occured. The countdown stopped suddently, and the kidnapper from Spain appeared inside of the cockpit. He grabbed me, and kidnapped me back to his lair deep under Madrid. I was so scared... well, let's just say I am glad I was wearing a diaper.

The end.