Blog Number Seventy-Eight: Final Blog

1. What project do you think taught you the most this semester?
The final business project.
2. How do you like blogging? Do you plan to continue with your blog eventhough I'm not going to be posting topics for you to blog about?
I love blogging, although I'm not sure if I'll continue on this blog considering I already have a personal blog.
3. What did you learn from the Coffee Geek Squad project? What changes do I need to make?
I learn different aspects of the business life. There are no changes you need to make.
4.Business Plan: Was it helpful to watch the Peter Perfect episodes throughout the semester?
Did they teach you anything? Do you think you will use your plan to start your own business one day?
Yes, yes, and yes.
5. Any other comments?
I loved this class, and I'm happy to have had you as a teacher.

Blog Number Seventy-Seven: Free Type

Wonderland

“Who
Are
You?”

Spoke the caterpillar to Malice
In the dead of the day
Spoken so softly
But so far away
In the distant land of daydreams
Where monsters come to play
And the ceshire cat’s a demon
With nothing nice to say

“Who
Are
You?”

Where logic is all nonsense
And nonsense is the truth
Where Tweedledee and Tweedledum
No longer have their youth
The white rabbit’s no longer late
Though he has no proof
And the playing cards are watching still
For their suspected sleuth

“Who
Are
You?”

Where the Walrus and the Carpenter
Have gone stark-raving mad
Where the March Hare and company
Are devilishly clad
Where the butter-breadflys flutter
And the Flowers were only a fad
Where the Queen of hearts rules the rose gardens red
As her king remains horribly sad

“Who
Are
You?”

The Where the Mad Hatter’s gained some sanity
And Bill’s still got ladders to shlup
Where the doorknob opens freely
And Alice is all grown-up
Where the bloodhound’s never done sweeping
And the dormouse is still in the cup
And poor old Dodo’s lost at sea
That portal’s caused quite a shakeup

“Who
Are
You?”

“Why, I hardly know, Sir. I’ve changed so much since this morning…”

Blog Number Seventy-Six: Tiger Woods

I honestly couldn't care less.

Blog Number Seventy-Five: Free Type

Something happened last Wednesday at 8:11pm, and now I'm pretty much the happiest person alive. Finally.

Blog Number Seventy-Four

This past weekend, I didn't do much of anything. I mainly just hung out with a few friends and stayed up all night having phone conversations. I also went to the Christmas parade; my mom's car was in it.

Blog Number Seventy-Three: Childhood

I really can't choose a "best memory" from my childhood. There were so many great memories.

Blog Number Seventy-Two: Christmas

I know Christmas is a time of year when everyone is suppossed to be loving, giving, ect. Christmas around my house is usually the complete opposite. It's pretty chaotic, and something seems to go wrong every year. I don't too much love Christmas.

Blog Number Seventy-One: Christmas Gifts

I have to buy Christmas gifts for each member of my family, which is a lot of gifts, plus I have to buy gifts for my friends.

Blog Number Seventy: Free Type

She's losing consciousness
I'm gaining confidence
It's starting to make sense
Woah oh, woah oh
She's covered in fingerprints
From her lips to her hips
All I wanted was one more kiss
Woah oh, woah oh