The Ravensfelt Diaries

[Ravensfelt]

No kidding, a blog section too? Wow, y'alls really want to know about each other, eh? Okay, okay, fine, I cave!

BIG INTRODUCTORY POST!!

It's 7AM. It's light out, yet, the mist still hasn't lifted. You're driving through the green countryside, a canopy of trees overhead. Unfortunately, at one point, your car breaks down, and you're forced to stop. Not a mechanic's shop for miles, you're going to have to huff it on foot, and hope perhaps someone passes by and picks you up, or that there's another place nearby where you can seek help.

Along the road, you eventually reach a clearing, and there's an old house in the distance with a dirt road leading up to it, so you decide to see if anyone there can help you.

When you get closer to the house, you notice that all of the windows are removed, as you can see some tattered curtains drifting outside through the window sill, carried upon the breeze. You call out, hopefully to someone who might be inside, but no answer. You try the door bell, but it's obviously broken. You seize the handle of the front door, and immediately, it falls off of its hinges; startled, you jump aback, letting it complete its fall, leaving a cloud of dust to rise from the ground.

It's an abandoned house. You're a bit disconcerned at this point, but what other options do you have? Perhaps the house at least has something you can use to get you back on your way.

You go inside, the floors are entirely wood, and groan under your footsteps; the walls are a discolored white, marked randomly with scuffs, adorned with nothing else. There's little furniture in the place, aside from the floor rug you stepped on past the front door, a fireplace, an old lamp, and a chest of drawers. Laying in front of the chest of drawers is a book with a brown, leather-bound cover, the pages are tattered, and a discolored yellow, yet the writing is still legible. Embossed in gold on the cover is:

"The Ravensfelt Diaries"

You place the book on top of the dresser. After further looking around, you come upon the basement. After rummaging through all manner of random mess, you find a tank filled with about two gallons of automotive fuel. How lucky! You make your way upstairs, and you're almost out the door, but then you stop.

Talking a second look, you decide to take the tattered old book with you.

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These are the words I will leave.

(Heh, thought I was going to pull out some Silent Hill on you, and maybe even tell you that I was actually there, din't you?!)

[jampot]

I feel like I should be role-playing. Well I'm fairly gagging to read this strange and warped diary I have found - though it shall have to wait 'til I return home...

((welcome to the forums also!!))

[Don]

Welcome to the blogs! That truly is an interesting introductory post! I look forward to reading its entries.

[Queen_Garnet]

^^^ I'm with Don with what he said, interesting introductory post indeed :p

Welcome to the world of blogs. I'm looking forward to read more of your diaries!!

[Ravensfelt]

Don't know how much I'll have to say about each day's or week's of events; probably end up posting short stories, or comments/questions that I don't feel ought to be made/asked in other forums. Either/or, I hope for these entries to be attention-grabbing and interesting for all of you!

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09/12/2007

EDIT: Edited my avatar; thought the close-up, in-your-faceness of the original might actually make some viewers feel nauseous or just uncomfortable in some cases; "I'd like to read that guy's posts, but that avatar! Zoom OUT, buddy!" Haha. It's Arnuad Vasquez from Wild Arms 4, arguably my favorite installment of the series.

It's Autumn, here where I am now; cooler weather has moved in, and it can be anywhere from 50-70 degrees Fahrenheit (don't know Celsius equivalents, ought to look that up!); I'm now wearing warmer, longer-sleeve shirts more often. Sun sets now at about 8PM, and the days are often darker, and rain more often. This is alright for me, though; I've always been rather a creature of the night!

It is these colder, darker days, and longer nights that just make me want to sit down with games like Castlevania, Devil May Cry, or any dark/gothic/horrific odyssey of that manner! Symphony of the Night has always been my favorite Castlevania, and Devil May Cry is the series that improves with each installment. Have yet to play the latest Castlevania, Curse of Darkness; I ought to get around to that! Chrono Trigger is another one I've always liked to play in the Autumn, seeing as how it was originally released around then; this would be the 12th year after its release (in 1995).

This season is also a season of jazz for me; it is these Autumn nights that I usually like to visit jazz clubs. For me, jazz is a music of the night!

Still not the type to shy away from the light, SaGa Frontier II is my choice of music for Autumn daylight hours.

With that, allow me to impart with a joke, and something unrelated to anything I had to say previously. Mind you, I'm not usually the sort to make random, crude jokes, and I think you nary the sort to accept such jokes, but you may appreciate this one: What did Cloud (Final Fantasy VII) say after he visited Honeybee Manor (in the Sector 6 Slums)? "It was whore-rific." Hehe. (There's no way I made that one up myself!)

[Andy the Drew]

Quick question: Do you get paid every time you mention the word Castlevania? If you do then I'd love to get in on that action. :p

Ugh, after hearing so many really really bad video game themed jokes from Don, your joke at least made me crack a smile. But I'll still have to ban you from humor as I did Don for making bad puns. :p

It's also nice to have someone who is a fan of Wild Arms on the boards. We could always use more fans of the series here. Its rather underloved by the larger video game playing masses.

Hopefully your blog doesn't devolve like mine to the "Update it whenever you remember it exists" style that mine has taken on.

[Ravensfelt]

Quick question: Do you get paid every time you mention the word Castlevania? If you do then I'd love to get in on that action. :p
Heh, I only mentioned it, what, three times? Okay, maybe that is a bit much for one paragraph.

Ugh, after hearing so many really really bad video game themed jokes from Don, your joke at least made me crack a smile. But I'll still have to ban you from humor as I did Don for making bad puns. :p
Heh, that's better than I could've hoped for! I'm glad that the members here don't blow these kinds of things out of proportion.

It's also nice to have someone who is a fan of Wild Arms on the boards. We could always use more fans of the series here. Its rather underloved by the larger video game playing masses.
I can understand why; the series is pretty traditional by RPG standards, and it's not like it possesses the production budget or qualities of, say, Final Fantasy. It's not as well marketed, either.

[Andy the Drew]

Sorry if I seemed harsh, I was merely attempting to be tongue in cheek. (It's my usual way of relating to people) And the top line was a reference to a Strong Bad joke (since I was watching strongbad's emails a moment ago)

And if you've heard the jokes that Don was telling me, which are ugh worthy. (What did Zelda say to link when he had trouble opening a door? triforce. I think that, that was how the joke went. As well as something involving a navi-gator.) So after hearing all those jokes, I'm a bit numb to humor involving puns. :p

Well I'm a huge Dragon Quest fanboi, so traditional turn-based RPGs are really my favorite of the genre. So Wild Arms was a breath of fresh air for me. Well at least the original was by its nature. I've been playing Wild Arms 5 as of late and I'm really enjoying it. I suppose I love the music the most, but the puzzle elements are engaging.

[Ravensfelt]

Sorry if I seemed harsh, I was merely attempting to be tongue in cheek. (It's my usual way of relating to people)
No worries, you're cool!

And the top line was a reference to a Strong Bad joke (since I was watching strongbad's emails a moment ago)
H*R fan? How did I not catch onto that joke? It's been a while since I last saw that one.

And if you've heard the jokes that Don was telling me, which are ugh worthy. (What did Zelda say to link when he had trouble opening a door? triforce. I think that, that was how the joke went. As well as something involving a navi-gator.) So after hearing all those jokes, I'm a bit numb to humor involving puns. :p
Heh, puns are the lowest form of humor, so they say!

Wild Arms was a breath of fresh air for me.
How's about a Breath of Fire? Ever care for that series?

[Andy the Drew]

No worries, you're cool!
Cool! :)


H*R fan? How did I not catch onto that joke? It's been a while since I last saw that one.

I think it was the minigolf e-mail where the guy writing the e-mail filled up the e-mail with a bajillion references to minigolf. To which Strongbad replied "Do you get paid every time you mention minigolf? Because I'd love to get in on that action!" It was 3(?) weeks ago or was it 4, it was relatively recent.

Heh, puns are the lowest form of humor, so they say!

And yet, if done well, they can be very amusing or clever.

How's about a Breath of Fire? Ever care for that series?

Played the original (found it kind of dry). And I enjoyed the 2nd one in the series, but I'm a huge huge huge fan of Breath of Fire III. I actually still own a copy of that game and play it to completion every so often. I just love the music in the game and the game mechanics.

[Ravensfelt]

What I've really liked about Breath of Fire and Wild Arms is how they add little outside-of-battle action bits, "Action Commands," or whatever they called them; the puzzle elements in the games are usually pretty decent!

[Don]

I love both of those series. I've played all of them from each series, save for Breath of Fire V. So much fun!

[Ravensfelt]

I love both of those series. I've played all of them from each series, save for Breath of Fire V. So much fun!
Breath of Fire V is my favorite of the series.

First, the soundtrack is done by Hitoshi Sakimoto! That should say enough right there, but if not:

Second, the battle system is semi-turn-based, semi-real-time-strategy, as you position your characters on the battlefield by moving them yourself with the joystick. Then, when you attack, you get to use different button combos, consisting of quick, strong, and fierce attacks.

Third, while there is a time limit in the game, and you'll have to restart the game 3-4 to finish it through once (though you get to keep your EXP and LVs when you do, since it's actually kind of pointless setting you back, seeing as how you'll still speed through what they put you back through), a quick consultation with devices like Gameshark will allow you to overcome this, should you choose to use it.

Fourth, the plot. Oh man, the plot! If you're a fan of post-apocalyptic anime, this will definitely be your kind of thing! It's hard NOT to feel the plight of the denizens of the underworld, as they strive to reach the surface of the Earth, and escape the corrupt and oppressive government, which isn't about to take your challenge of their authority sitting down, and they have their own share of special powers to counter your Dragon powers. The ending's a real tearjerker. You're just so glad once they finally escape!

[Andy the Drew]

Well Breath of Fire V intrigued me, but I didn't own a PS2 at the time, and tracking down old games is rather hard at times. Or requires patience and a willingness to stalk bargain bins and used games at gamestop. :p

Although I must disagree with you on Wild Arms 4 being the best of the series. Wild Arms 3 is clearly the best :p (well at least according to my taste) :p Mostly because of the rather labyrinthine plot that actually pulls off a plot twist quite well. Since you go through the vast majority of the story and then boom in the last bit, all those little "huh?" moments add up and you learn the full truth about what is going on.

[Ravensfelt]

Well Breath of Fire V intrigued me, but I didn't own a PS2 at the time, and tracking down old games is rather hard at times. Or requires patience and a willingness to stalk bargain bins and used games at gamestop. :p
You can get it really cheap now; if you're paying more than $10 U.S., you're paying too much. You might even still be able to find it brand new, factory-sealed, if you have a store near you that rarely "purges" its shelves.

Although I must disagree with you on Wild Arms 4 being the best of the series. Wild Arms 3 is clearly the best :p (well at least according to my taste) :p Mostly because of the rather labyrinthine plot that actually pulls off a plot twist quite well. Since you go through the vast majority of the story and then boom in the last bit, all those little "huh?" moments add up and you learn the full truth about what is going on.
I felt like WA4 went more places in about 2 hours than WA3 went any place the whole 8 hours I played it, and by that time, I'd already covered 3/4 of the entire map! Truthfully, I'm not really a Wild Arms fan, seeing as I've only played the PS2 installments, and I actually passed on a chance to get a shiny new copy of WA2 some years ago. Though, I do like WA4 a lot, and WA5 is good.

[Ravensfelt]

09/14/2007

I've nothing much else to post right now, so let me share another short story with you, one I like to call Dire.

DISCLAIMER: All characters, events, and settings depicted in this story are entirely fictitious, and any resemblance to any persons or places living or dead is entirely coincidental (and just really messed up); the unidentified narrator of the story is most certainly not representative of myself, though simply identified with the pronoun "I."

Please enjoy!

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Dire

"Hey, you!" Don't touch that, it doesn't belong to you!" I shouted.

The child that had been rooting with a light brown leather purse on the bench began running off, his feathery blond hair wisping in the wind.

"Hold it! Stop where you are!" The child obeyed and I walked over to him. "Open your hands." The child held his hands out to his sides, opening them. "Now, show me your pockets." The child, shocked, with his mouth gaping open and breathing heavily, pulled out the pockets of his denim jacket and pants. "Fine, go." And quickly he sped off.

"Found it," I walked over to my mother and handed her her purse. "You need to be more careful with your things; if you're not, even young children can and will take advantage of you!"

She was more irritated than pleased. "Oh, I'm sure everything that's supposed to be here is still here; my, I hope you didn't scare the living daylights out of that little boy!"

"He's old enough to know that what he did is wrong; stealing is a crime and a sin."

"Let's just go home," she said.

The next day at class, I was rather irritated myself. After talking to the professor, I learned I wasn't doing particularly well in the class, and the other four students surrounding him at the same time learned of it as well. I probably should've asked him about this privately after class, and in his office, at that.

Dejected, I went to go take a seat, but every last seat that I approached became immediately occupied by someone else. After a while, I could hear laughter and wondered if the rest of the class wasn't playing a joke on me. Finally, one seat, I managed to approach before someone else.

"What the?!"

"Hey, I got here before you did. This's MY seat, now. You go find yourself another one!" my irritation probably showed in my tone of voice, but I didn't care. I wanted to let them know, "You've had your fun, now cut it out."

Again, that night, I returned to my parents' place.

When I woke up the next morning, white light filtered in throughout all of the windows in the house; it was a bright morning. And quiet, too. Neither of my parents seemed to be home. And neither did my older brother, until he came bursting into my room.

"We need to get you out of here!!" he was breathing and exhaling quickly.

"Wait, what happened?!" I asked. When my older brother was surprised about something, you could expect that it was the equivalence of doomsday.

"A member of some activist group broke into your apartment and saw your art collection and bookshelf. Now everyone wants to kick you out of town!" Indeed, it was doomsday. For me.

My taste in art was often depictive of the macabre, if not occultic, and I had books about rather nihilistic, if not misanthropic topics, but wanting to kick me out of town for it? People were becoming too overzealous of internal threats of violence in the country. What activist group was that, and what did they think gave them the right to break into someone's residence? For that matter, why would they target me? I wondered if those incidents the past two days didn't have something to do with this.

"Why do you suppose-"

"We need to get you out of here pronto!" he interrupted me, grabbing me by the sleeve of my robe. Seemed like I didn't have the chance to change into my day clothes.

I slipped my sandals on, then got into the backseat of my brother's car, and laid down, placing a blanket over myself.

We heard police sirens approaching, from off in the distance.

"I've found a place, and someone else who'll help you hideout," he said. "The hospital."

When we got there, we went down to the basement using the stairs. The beige-colored cinder block walls reminded me of where I met end up if I was caught. And if I was caught, I might not even be thrown out of town, but left to rot behind bars, if records of my being there were lost.

"Take the elevator to the twelfth floor," he said. "You'll meet the other person I was talking about; I'll follow you shortly."

I did as he said. The elevator went up through a pnuematic tube, from which I could see the entire central, open area of the hospital; the passageways were like balconies, and the place looked like a hotel. Down in the center was a pool area, I guess for therapeutic purposes, with lawn furniture situated around it. I wondered if this place wasn't an old person's home? Gaping around, my mouth open in awe, I must've looked suspicious, so I tried to calm down. And, still in my robe and pajamas, I must've looked like an escaped mental patient.

The elevator went up into an unfinished wing of the hospital. Constructive equipment was laying about, the walls were draped with cloth, plastic, and tarp, and paint cans lay around, as well.

A woman came into the room. "I know all about your situation, and I'll do what I can to help. I'll be back with some lunch for you."

"Who are you?" was, of course, the first and obvious question to ask.

"A friend of your brother's; a nurse, at that." She had hair of red, and a Russian accent. She wasn't wearing her nurse's uniform, but a light green dress. "You can consider me your friend, too."

"You alright?" my brother came into room.

"Yeah, I met your friend. She's getting my lunch, right now."

"We can relax for a while, I don't think they followed us."

She came back with a tray of barbecued pork, covered with sweet and sour sauce not so that it was dripping, but just a little sticky. I tasted it, and winced.

"It's hospital food, what do you expect? Besides, you're not going to be in town much longer!"

My brother had brought a change of day time clothes for me. No sooner did I finish slipping them on, did we hear police sirens loudly outside.

"You must go," she said. "I have set aside another room for you where you may hide!" She gave us a key to a room that was still eight floors above us. "Take the elevator over there, not the one you took to get up here!"

Once we reached the twentieth floor, we found the room she was talking about. It was dark, and the drapes were closed, making the dark green carpet, wallpaper, and drapes appear black. We could hear the wind howling outside.

Suddenly, the police sirens exploded again, and didn't stop.

"What's going on?! It was so quiet a second ago!!" my brother held his head in his hands.

"Bro, I'd just like to let you know, even if I still get caught, I still appreciate everything you've done for me."

He began groaning, the police sirens irritated him more than me. Suddenly, we heard a black rap musician's voice booming from a megaphone, singing about how I ought to cooperate with the police. How old did they think I was, patronizing me like that? So, they've got those guys doing community service now too, eh?

Not too long after, I began blacking out. In slow motion, I recanted a memory of driving my bus into a parking lot, greeted by a crowd of all my friends cheering, smiling and waving, glad that I'd just gotten my chaffeur's license.

[Ravensfelt]

I'm going to use this space to record my beliefs on particular issues, or some of my best posts, for that matter, forgive me for reiterating them if you've read them before, but I believe it's necessary for others to know exactly where I stand so that I may be trusted.

ON RACISM:

Racism is an interesting concept, really. E.G., as to why any conception of it even exists.

Why should it be any surprise that people of differing backgrounds can't get along with each other, when people of similar, if not the same background can't even get along?

It's not that people of differing races can't get along with each other, it's that people en generale have difficulty getting along with each other.

People of differing backgrounds may view each other as inferior, but even people of similar/same background may view each other as inferior. That's not racist, that's just prejudice, and it's natural. It's not easy to rid of something ingrained in one's nature.

One is either prejudice or not because it's something ingrained naturally into one's personality; prejudice is function of how cynical or skeptical of other people one can be. Easy-going people are typically less cynical/skeptical, while higher-strung people tend to be more so.

One shouldn't fault a person for being prejudice so much as just being high-strung, and the people who are overly perceptive of prejudice are just as high-strung and distrustful.

That's a lot of people who just need to chill out and relax.

It's possible to alter prejudicial beliefs or feelings; it can be done, it ought to be done, but it's a painful process, and sometimes, it means letting go of pain; some people hold the beliefs simply from their experiences.

Many people have positive beliefs or feelings about something because of positive experiences with that particular something. Many people have negative beliefs or feelings about something because of negative experiences with that particular something. It all boils down to experience.

Prejudice may be born out of ignorance, but what can a person know, beyond what they really experience for themselves?

[Ravensfelt]

ON RELIGION:

The Word of God was never meant to be a Sword, but a Shield, under which The Weak could seek Refuge.

For me, religion seems to be the only entity of retaining any concept of what is right and what is wrong; current philosophy seems to preach a lifestyle of living by desire. It is for that reason that I believe society has gone as wrong as it has - because we now do whatever we want without regard or consideration for others, we simply do as we please, and if our actions benefit them, good for them.

Atrocities occur under the guise of religion because people don't precisely understand exactly what God wants.

Further still, there are some who falsely proclaim that their own personal agenda is the Will of God, as has been the case with many a pope. People like to commit atrocities under the banner of a group, because they are personally hidden within this group, and instead, the entire group is blamed, when it is only one person's will, and that particular individual is difficult to filter out, like finding a needle in a haystack.

Such atrocities are bad. Saying that such atrocities are justified under a religion is wrong and incorrect. Discrimination against a religion or any other group is also a generalization and is also bad.

[Ravensfelt]

ON GOVERNMENT:

My distrust lies with the government, and generally of all people in positions of authority, as I've seen people jailed, yet perfectly innocent of the charges brought against them (though, maybe not innocent overall, in which case, why not trial them on charges that they're actually guilty of? False accusations are dishonest, and compromise your claim that a person is guilty of atrocity).

I'm just glad that Separation of Church and State is in order; at least now, the atrocities committed by those in power can't be blamed on The Church.

[Queen_Garnet]

I'm going to use this space to record my beliefs on particular issues, or some of my best posts, for that matter, forgive me for reiterating them if you've read them before, but I believe it's necessary for others to know exactly where I stand so that I may be trusted.

ON RACISM:

Racism is an interesting concept, really. E.G., as to why any conception of it even exists.

Why should it be any surprise that people of differing backgrounds can't get along with each other, when people of similar, if not the same background can't even get along?

It's not that people of differing races can't get along with each other, it's that people en generale have difficulty getting along with each other.

People of differing backgrounds may view each other as inferior, but even people of similar/same background may view each other as inferior. That's not racist, that's just prejudice, and it's natural. It's not easy to rid of something ingrained in one's nature.

One is either prejudice or not because it's something ingrained naturally into one's personality; prejudice is function of how cynical or skeptical of other people one can be. Easy-going people are typically less cynical/skeptical, while higher-strung people tend to be more so.

One shouldn't fault a person for being prejudice so much as just being high-strung, and the people who are overly perceptive of prejudice are just as high-strung and distrustful.

That's a lot of people who just need to chill out and relax.

It's possible to alter prejudicial beliefs or feelings; it can be done, it ought to be done, but it's a painful process, and sometimes, it means letting go of pain; some people hold the beliefs simply from their experiences.

Many people have positive beliefs or feelings about something because of positive experiences with that particular something. Many people have negative beliefs or feelings about something because of negative experiences with that particular something. It all boils down to experience.

Prejudice may be born out of ignorance, but what can a person know, beyond what they really experience for themselves?

This is my first time looking at things in your view and it make sense, but I don't think that is all. There are some people who just try to copy others for their hate toward whatever they are against of. I met a girl before who holds hate toward black people only because her whole family hates them and she was raised like that since she was a kid. It's the same thing when I was a kid and some other kids were really harsh to me just because my mom is Egyptian or because I am whiter than them or because I use English more and etc. They were like having many reasons for attacking me, but when I ask them why. Some starts saying that her/his mom said so and you know the rest. They weren't thinking for themselves, they were raised to believe in whatever their family believe in and this happens even with grown up.


ON RELIGION:

The Word of God was never meant to be a Sword, but a Shield, under which The Weak could seek Refuge.

For me, religion seems to be the only entity of retaining any concept of what is right and what is wrong; current philosophy seems to preach a lifestyle of living by desire. It is for that reason that I believe society has gone as wrong as it has - because we now do whatever we want without regard or consideration for others, we simply do as we please, and if our actions benefit them, good for them.

Atrocities occur under the guise of religion because people don't precisely understand exactly what God wants.

Further still, there are some who falsely proclaim that their own personal agenda is the Will of God, as has been the case with many a pope. People like to commit atrocities under the banner of a group, because they are personally hidden within this group, and instead, the entire group is blamed, when it is only one person's will, and that particular individual is difficult to filter out, like finding a needle in a haystack.

Such atrocities are bad. Saying that such atrocities are justified under a religion is wrong and incorrect. Discrimination against a religion or any other group is also a generalization and is also bad.

Awesome words Ravensfelt! I just don't see why people can't respect all the religions no matter what religion it is and no matter how right they think. Of course, most what I hate is someone saying or doing something and relate it to "GOD SAID SO" because most of them get the message wrong. I can't say for sure about other religions because I don't know much about it. However, what I know about Islam is that it's a religion that respect other people's will. Whatever religion you have, doesn't mean we can't live with you or deal with you in our daily lives. But, some people think they know it all and go attack the world saying that is the right thing to do. It's actually prohibited in Islam to kill a human being unless in wars. Women, olders and kids should be protected no matter what religion they have and whatever war is going on. That is some main things that are lost in those Muslims who think they know it all.

Religion is still a big issue in our world and most the bad things are related to it. Hopefully one day, people will figure out a way to live together and accepting each other no matter what religion it is.

[Ravensfelt]

This is my first time looking at things in your view and it make sense, but I don't think that is all. There are some people who just try to copy others for their hate toward whatever they are against of. I met a girl before who holds hate toward black people only because her whole family hates them and she was raised like that since she was a kid. It's the same thing when I was a kid and some other kids were really harsh to me just because my mom is Egyptian or because I am whiter than them or because I use English more and etc. They were like having many reasons for attacking me, but when I ask them why. Some starts saying that her/his mom said so and you know the rest. They weren't thinking for themselves, they were raised to believe in whatever their family believe in and this happens even with grown up.
Ah, good point! It's in such instances as you stated that I believe conformity and/or "Groupthink" is dangerous; in instances in which you stop thinking for yourself. One always needs to think about their actions and consequences of said action.

As for such instances involving religion, religion does demand a certain degree of conformity (and for that reason, I can see why some might be averse to it), as there's certain tenants to be observed before you're considered Christian, Hindu, Muslim, etc., but those are choices you need to make for yourself, and not let be dictated by others.

Even if your choice is atheism, I can respect that, so long as it's out of a certain degree of enlightenment or realization. I can't challenge a person's personal epiphany.

[Ravensfelt]

With classes finally taking off this semester, I'm going to be visiting here less often, but I doubt I'll be posting less; I'll probably just be posting all I wanted to say for the week in one day.

But, yeesh, it's only been a day or two since I last visited the boards! So many posts!

Oh, what are my classes, you ask? Finance, Business Law & Ethics, and Professional Communications. I'm a Finance major, and I'm in my last year, you see.

Up until now, I've just been getting liberal arts and general education requirements out of the way, but now, I'm hitting my core competencies, and I'm going to be getting all of those done within a year. Well, that's about 13 classes left, about 4-5 semesters left, including this one.

[Chris]

This blog is closed. Ravensfelt is Bernhardt, as I suspected. We now have IP matches to prove it. Nutter.