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Apparently it takes more than one, or at least more than one to get it done in a timely matter.  As soon as I hire my personal assistant and valet, I will be more productive.  The thing that is the most irritating about my blog situation, is that I really enjoy writing it, so why don't I do it more often. 

I am listening to Christmas songs on the radio.  Does Christmas shoes make anyone else cry?  I am sorry, that was a typo, I meant to say does Christmas Shoes make anyone cry.  I am too tough to cry at that song. (sniff)  If you want a Christmas song that will make you cry, listen to Snoopy's Christmas.  Not the one that is played on the Peanuts TV special.  It is a moving song about Christmas during wartime, it just happens to have Snoopy as the main character.

Well, this is the final day of classes.  I want to tell the students that are graduating something.  I have enjoyed having you at OBI.  There will always be good memories assosciated with your time at OBI, for you and for me. 

OK, on to personal business.  The buy Carl an X-Box 360 fund is at critacally low levels.  I hate to push the point people, but you need to give, give, give, if we are ever going to reach our goal.

Due to popular demand, or at least demand by Eric Parr, I am finally getting around to updating my blog.  I do not mean to be lazy when it comes to writing in the blog, but it is usually the first thing to get pushed aside.  I need an assistant to take care of some of my light work.  Maybe a monkey or a really smart pig.  If you know a really smart pig have it apply in my office, and no I don't mean your mother-in-law. 

I would like to thank everyone for participating in the 50-50 raffle.  We were able to give almost 100 dollars to the winner.  For those of you who don't know, Lynn in the front office was the winner, so now she can afford Christmas presents for all of us. 

I have just received my 2008 desk blotter.  That is the ultimate sign that the semester is drawing to an end.  I hope everyone enjoys their short vacation Thursday.  Then it will be time to come back for the final push.

I think it is funny our spring semester starts in January.  It should be called, Not Really the Spring Semester but if We Called it the Middle of Winter Semester it Would be too Depressing Semester.  That is more accurate, but it probably wouldn't fit in our brochures. 

Have a great Thanksgiving and save me a drumstick!

What is with Pepsi?  They are taking away our vending machine.  They say it is not profitable to keep it running in our school.  Apparently the cost of free electric is to prohibitive.  I wish I owned a business where I could afford to alienate my customers.  Pepsi tastes icky anyways.  I heard they squeeze wet dogs to get their syrup.  Down with Pepsi, up with RC Cola. 

I am convinced people stomp outside of my office door just to distract me.  Sometimes it sounds like a herd of baby Mule Deer at feeding time at the zoo.  If you have ever heard baby Mule Deer when they are hungry, you know what I mean.  What do you guys do, put rocks in your shoes.

My X-Box 360 fund is not rising very fast.  "Sigh"  Maybe the students are waiting to get me one for Christmas.  That is sweet.  I love suprises.  Especially when they take the form of expensive electronic gifts. 

Happy Halloween!  I have to say I really do not like this holiday.  I am being a good sport this year and I am all dressed up.  The only problem with my Henry the VIII costume is the wind blowing through my tights.  These things are cold.  How do women stand them.  Henry the VIII  was my second choice.  I did make my Bradley Gayton costume, but my wife fainted when I put it on.  She could not figure out how someone that scary looking was free to walk the streets.  Seeing all the students and teachers dressed up reminds me how much I like my job.  I never remember my high school or college teachers dressed up.  I would like everyone to thank Mrs. Goodwin and Pam Winsor for volunteering to judge the costume contest.   If you are out tonight, please be safe. 

I wish there was not a reason to write about this subject, but it seems there is.  OBI seems to be going through a rash of petty thievery.  I am sorry to say that I seem to be a victim myself.    In the past few days we have had a purse taken and thankfully returned, but the intent to abscond with someone's property was there.  I have had paper stolen out of the printer in my office on numerous occasions.  At first I thought I was absent minded and forgot to fill my printer, but this has happened on enough occasions to know someone is stealing.  My first thought was putting a web camera in my office to catch the culprit, but I have decided to lock my door in the evening.  I never thought there would be a reason to do this, not at OBI.  I have always held up our students as being special, but I quess there are bad ones in each bunch.  What hurts the most is that I probably recruited this person to our school and I have always said if someone needs something to ask and I would do my best to get them what they need..  There is no lower lifeform than a thief.  I know some people make mistakes and I can forgive that, but to be taken advantage of more than once tends to make me cynical.  I am glad the purse I mentioned earlier was returned.  Maybe the person had a change of heart because they remembered how hard it is to make a dollar today.  Stealing might not just affect the person stolen from.  In OBI's case, if something is stolen from the school, it produces higher costs for the students.  If we had to install card key doors and metal detectors where would the money come from?  From higher tution!  That means some bonehead who can't resist taking from others, may in the future, cost someone an education.  I know that is an extreme example, but it could happen.  I suggest that everyone watch their belongings and hope these are just isolated incidents.  I maintain that OBI is different from other colleges, and I still think our students are special.  Let's not become like all the other schools in the world.

I am coming close to finishing my first year as Director of Admissions and Placement at OBI.  I want to thank the faculty and staff for helping me along, Mrs. Madison for giving me a chance, and most of all, the students!  You guys have made this job really worth while.  Like any job this one has its moments and is not always easy, but it is always interesting.  I hope when all of you graduate you will remember Carl and donate to the Get Carl an X-Box 360 Fund.  Of course, if I wait for Bradley to graduate, the X-Box 2015 will be coming out. 

I want to remind all of our students and any grads reading this, if you recruit someone to attend OBI, you can earn 500 dollars after they finish their first semester.  You can do this as many times as you want.  10 recruits = 5000 dollars. 

Halloween is fast approaching.  I thought of the scariest costume I could possibly wear.  I could be Bradley Gayton.  Then I remembered, I have small children.  I don't want to stop their little hearts.  Then I thought I might dress as an OBI mail folder.  Then I realized half the people at school would not bother to look at me.   Maybe a pack of cigarettes?  No, then I would only be popular inbetween classes.  I finally decided on the best, coolest, all around awesome costume possible.  I will dress like myself.   

It has been well over a week since I posted to the blog.  Does anyone else notice that you often put off the things you really enjoy doing?  Oh well. 

It is mid term time already.  This semester is moving by at an extraordinary rate.  It is true that the older you get the faster that time goes.  Like Einstein said, time is relative.  OBI has been in existence for over 45 years.  That means that the first graduates are definitely retired and wearing black socks with sandals and shorts, while living in Florida.  What a life.

I would like to ask a favor of all first semester students who read this blog.  A couple of weeks ago, Lynn placed new student surveys in your message folders.  Please, please return those to her.  They are a great help to us.  I do not know what you do with those papers and in most cases, I really don't want to know what you do with those papers, but give them back.  You may never have seen a 5' 1" tall women on the loose with an industrial stapler, but I have and it isn't pretty.

The Send Carl to a Movie Fund has not seen a high number of donations, which is to say, none.  So now I am proposing the Buy Carl a  X-Box 360 Fund.  When I explain my vision for this charity, all OBI students will want to donate.  I propose that if I have an X-Box 360 in my office OBI students will be able to play me in a best of 7, Halo 3 deathmatch for one free semester of tution.  How is that for motivation to donate to my fund.  I will accept cash, checks, and most credit cards.  Donations can be made directly to my sweaty, little hand. 

As my understanding of the blogging world goes, blogs should not be critiqued for their grammar.  However, a certain someone, said I should use grammar and spell check on my blog.  I submit that I do use spell check.  I do know that my grammar is not flawless.  I apologize to the readers of my blog.  I hope that your grades do not suffer because of the dribble I write.  I am not worried about my anonymous critic, because when you are on top like me, someone is always trying to bring you down.  I am just kidding.  I may pout a little bit, but it is good to hear when I make a mistake. 

I want to pose a question to the population of OBI.  Is my generation (the generation of young, good looking, smart  guys) too lax on our grammar, or should society as a whole relax its standards?  Should people set themselves apart by the way the speak or write, or should our language and grammar as a society be more homoginized so we can communicate better?

I am thinking of asking OBI for a candy allowance.  That way the students that can't make it through the day without a sugar buzz (Bradley) can survive.  I could distribute it as needed and in extreme cases, inject the sugar directly into the blood stream.

Soon, I will be on my way to another college night.  I will venture up Route 16 to Pioneer Central School.  College nights are always interesting.  I meet a lot of fun people.  This is an important part of my job.  If I do not recruit students at these fairs, my numbers go down and my job may be in jeopardy.  However, I always try to help people rather than herding them into OBI like a bunch of cows.  If, I and the faculty and staff do not pay attention to what people need, than we would be like every other college.  I hope that we are not like every other college.  I hope and I will say it, know that we are better.  Does everyone agree?  If I ever lose sight of what are students need, and become a sales person like so many other recruiters are, I hope OBI's students will tell me, because, it will be time to hang up my name badge.

I am on a three day diet.  Yuck!  I know all of the readers that know me are saying why, Carl?  You already have the body of a god.  That is true.  The god of Twinkies and Ho-Ho's.  The college fair will be very hard on me.  They usually have all sorts of goodies.  I will be strong.  But tomorrow, I am looking to eat me a whole mess of chicken wings.

Seriously, this diet isn't to bad, if you like tuna fish and carrots.  Why does the word diet incorporate the word die?  Talk about a Freudian slip.  Thanks a lot Mr. Webster.

I am not often serious, but sometimes a subject calls for it.  I just want to thank all the veterans and the people we still have serving in our military that attend OBI.  I know of a few of you.  Whether you saw combat, went over seas, or stayed close to home, we owe you a debt of gratitude.  It is because of our fine military that we can learn and teach in this school.  It takes great personal sacrifice.  I don't care if you served in the Marines, the Reserves, or the National Guard, you deserve more than we can ever give you.  If you are out, thank you and good luck for your future.  If you are still in, be strong, be brave, be safe, and be proud.

Never in the field of human conflict was so much owed by so many to so few.

Winston Churchhill-1940