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Freedom for Whom?

What does the Bill of Rights mean by “Freedom of Speech?” Does it mean Freedom of Speech for the wealthy? Does it mean Freedom of Speech for the poor? Does it mean Freedom of Speech for minority groups? Does it mean Freedom of Speech only for people who have the same ideologies as the President?

I am going through a situation at work right now. Yes, it deals with MY Freedom of Speech.

I am a Resident Advisor as my University. I am on a staff of ten other undergraduate students, and my direct supervisor is a graduate student.

He is gay, a drag queen, and a strong promoter of gay rights and same-sex marriage.

At RA training at the beginning of this academic year, one of the stressing points is that as RAs, we are not allowed to discuss our own personal religious or political views because we don’t want to ostracize the residents of the building. And let me tell y’all, this point is driven hard.

Perhaps naïvely, I assumed that this rule applied to my supervisor… I severely mistaken.

My supervisor has discussed his political views with us during our staff meetings. He has told us that we should support gay marriage and the gay community. He has pressured us into attending protests against marriage bills that would define marriage as a union between one man and one woman. He has passed around his fake breasts during staff meetings to show us his drag costumes.

As I’m sure you can imagine, our staff meetings can be pretty uncomfortable, especially for an individual who does not find this behavior appropriate or professional or acceptable in a professional setting.

My supervisor will be planning a Drag Show in March to protest the marriage bill and promote “diversity.” He also expects us RAs to help him with his drag program.

As the conservative and Catholic student that I am, in my heart of hearts, I cannot bring myself to do the drag show. It is too much of a political statement, and I just do not want to be involved in anything of the sorts. Naturally, I had to bring this up to my supervisor and he was “understanding,” telling me that if I wanted to engage in further conversation about my religious and political values that he would be more than willing to listen and discuss them with me. Uh huh… I was also informed that I would be expected to put on an extra program of my own. It would be a large-scale program… a program that normally five RAs put on together. He expects me to put it on by myself.

I don’t think I’m being irrational, but this is how I am feeling:

1) like I’m being punished because I don’t share his political ideologies and do not want to participate in his drag show.

2) like I’m being discriminated against because I don’t want to participate in his drag show.

He is trying to silence me. He is trying to take away my Freedom of Speech. He is punishing me by placing an immense workload onto me.

Freedom of Speech is meant only for those who support gay marriage and gay rights.

But fine… My supervisor wants me to put on a large-scale program? Then a large scale program is what he shall receive…

The super scary part about my situation is that I don’t believe that I am the only college student or conservative person being shut down and silenced because I don’t believe in gay marriage or support liberal ideologies. We all need to take back our Freedom of Speech. The anti-federalists fought so hard to get the Bill of Rights included in the Constitution. No one has the right to take away the rights endowed to us in those 10 Amendments.



Stuff That Drives Me Crazy

We all have those days. You know… Those one’s where nothing goes right. You lose everything. You are late. Get stuck in traffic. Forget your books, forget to do your homework, forget to set your alarm and wake up in a panic for class. Have butter fingers; drop everything. Stub your toes. Smack yourself in the face. Forget about an important meeting. Forget to study for your mid-term. The list goes on. You can add to it if you wish.

This is how much talent I have. Yesterday I cut my arm on the little thing on the microwave that locks the door into place. Yep. Went to take out my dinner and underestimated the distance I needed to move my arm to close the door. Have a huge scrap. It actually hurt quite a bit…

Anyways! I love Francesca Battistelli’s music, and this song makes me feel better about myself and my horrible days and those little things that drive me crazy. Hope it helps y’all too!! STAY POSITIVE!! 😀



I absolutely love Halloween. It’s kind of a big deal in my family. My dad cooks all day: yummy chili and gumbo. The atmosphere is full of anticipation and the smell of my dad’s cooking. Mom has decorated the house beautifully with fun Halloween decorations and fall goodness. Browns, reds, and oranges are everywhere. Even the trees celebrate with their changing leaves.

The kids would get their costumes ready. Mom made sure the candy bowl was full. Grandma and Grandpa come up for this special day. No one can wait for the sun to start going down so that Trick-or-Treating can begin. After dinner, Dad and Grandpa (and for a bit Mom and Grandma) would take us kiddos out Trick-or-Treating. I remember being so excited! I would run to everyone’s house and practically SCREAM “trick-or-treat.” One year, I even sprained my ankle running up and down the hills of our neighborhood.

I went trick-or-treating until my sophomore year of high school; I decided I had more fun passing out candy to the little kids and seeing all of their cute costumes. It’s so exciting to see all the cute princesses, the handsome little cops, the scary zombies and witches.

Halloween is supposed to be fun! Dressing up, getting candy… It’s classic.

I found this article while browsing the Washington Post this morning.

It is a picture of Obama as a Zombie with Nancy Pelosi. There are a few supplementary pictures in this little collage. I’m not going to lie, I kind of laughed at it. I thought it was funny. It’s celebrating Halloween with our elected leaders. I’m torn, however, in my opinion of it.

I understand where the VA. Governor McDonnell is coming from concerning the picture. We all need to have respect for each other and our political leaders. (In their case, they need to respect their political counterparts). Respect needs to transcend party lines and political ideologies. And the bullet hole in Obama’s head could possible come off the wrong way…

But on the other hand, I feel like this picture is well within the rights of the First Amendment, of Freedom of Speech. It’s not condoning killing President Obama. It’s just celebrating the Halloween spirit. Perhaps they could have made the picture without the bullet hole… but Zombies are living-dead things aren’t they? Don’t put too much thought into it.

I think this is just a difference of opinion about what is respectful and civil and what is not. It’s a difference of humor, and maybe Gov. McDonnell needs to get one and just have a little bit of fun.

The best part of the picture, though, is not Obama. Nope. It’s Nancy Pelosi. It doesn’t look much different from any other picture of her. 😛

Happy Tuesday everyone.


Daughters and Sons

I got an envelope from my Aunt yesterday with a beautiful fall card, a milk chocolate Lindt bar, and this. It made my cry, and I wanted to share it with you all.


We need to teach our DAUGHTERS
the difference between

a man who FLATTERS her
and a man who COMPLIMENTS her;

A man who SPENDS MONEY on her
and a man who INVESTS in her;

A man who views her as PROPERTY
and a man who views her PROPERLY;

A man who LUSTS after her
and a man who LOVES her;

A man who believes he is GOD’S GIFT to women
and a man who remembers a WOMAN was GOD’S GIFT to MAN;

And then teach OUR SONS to be that kind of man.


I just thought this was so profound and completely true. It also made me think of the song “Daughters” by John Mayer. Not sure why, but thought it share it nonetheless. Have a great week!


Growing-Up is Hard to Do

Tomorrow is my birthday. I was born on October 25, 1991.

I will be 20 years old; no longer a teenager.

One year closer to 21… one year further from the innocence of childhood.

Growing older has its pros and cons.

More responsibility.
Greater independence.
More options.

More responsibility.
Greater independence.
More options.

It gets so overwhelming sometimes! I am a very independent person; I always have been. I love being out on my own. But sometimes I miss those days when I didn’t have to make the hard decisions, when Mom and Dad were there to decide for me, to take away the pressure of choosing the right thing. I miss at times not having to think… 😛

And sometimes I appreciate being able to choose for myself, being responsible for my decisions and my life. I revel in the art of deep thinking, of comparing the pros and cons, of being in charge.

But then it can get overwhelming. SO MANY OPTIONS!

  • What do I want to wear today? (Difficult.)
  • What am I going to do in my free time? (Be productive and do homework, or take a much needed break and watch tv?)
  • When am I going to eat today?
  • Do I want to see people today and be social? Or take a “me” day?
  • What classes should I take next semester?
  • Should I add a double major?
  • What programs do I need to plan for my residence hall this month?
  • What should I put on my bulletin board?
  • When do I have time to read my bible?
  • Do I have time for bible study tonight?
  • When am I going to go grocery shopping?
  • When am I going to sleep?
  • What time do I have to wake up again?

There are many times when I miss the innocence of childhood; I miss not being so educated and aware of what’s going on in the world today. I miss the naïvety.

And then I don’t. I love growing up! I love being my own person! I love the responsibility (even though it can get tiring and overwhelming). I love the independence and the freedom.

20 will be a stepping stone for me tomorrow. I am moving out of my teenage years into the real adult years. Wish me luck.


My Parents!

In criminology, we are learning about what might cause people to engage in illegal behavior and violent/white-collar crime. One of the theories we studied talks about the types of bonds that delinquents lack; one of those bonds is a close relationship with their parents. And so, I am going to brag about my parents.

They are the best parents a girl could ever ask for.

They are great listeners.

I can tell them anything and everything.

They give it to me straight. They tell me the truth, the brutally honest truth, whether I want to hear it or not. Who wants someone who tells you what you want to hear all the time?

They are patient, and kind, considerate, and compassionate.

They have been great role models to my sisters and me.

My parents live their life, their marriage, in God. Nothing happens without Him, and I’ve learned that through them.

They have great, conservative morals and values.

They respect all human life, from conception to natural death.

I hope that one day I can find a guy half as great as my dad. (And that will still be pretty great!)

Mom and Dad would do anything for anyone.

They have great relationships with their parents. I hope that I can be as great a parent to my children as they have been to me.

They give me so much.

They support me in everything that I do. They want me to be great!

They are beautiful people. 🙂

I would rather spend the night with my parents and my two little sisters than go out on the town with my friends. I am a rather big homebody.

We have so much fun together.

They make me laugh. They make me smile when I’m sad.

My parents give great advice.

They know when I’m feeling down, even if I try my hardest to hide it.

I would not be the person I am without my Mommy and Daddy.

They are smart. They are hardworking.

They have great laughs, the kind of laugh that is addicting, and I can’t ever help but laugh along with them.

They taught me what is right and wrong.

They taught me to put others before myself.

They taught me to love with all my heart. To never settle for mediocrity. To be the best I can possibly be.

They tell me I’m beautiful, even when I feel ugly.

They love me unconditionally, despite all my flaws. And I love them unconditionally.

We fight. We argue. We yell. We don’t always see eye to eye. We need our personal space. But at the end of the day, my parents are my best friends. I would not be the person I am today without them, and for that I am so eternally grateful.

I thank God every night for them.

Love you Mom and Dad!


Why Can’t It Be Different

I’m going to switch this post up a bit. Instead of ranting on about the politics of today’s world, I think I’m going to write a little post about my life.

I recently just broke up with my boyfriend of a… wait for it….. whomping two whole months!! I know, I know. I live a dangerous dating life.

Nevertheless, I am sad that it has ended. I’ve like this guy for many many months now (more than I will admit to you folk), and when we finally started dating I was super-duper excited. And of course I thought it would last more than two months… It didn’t.

Plus, seeing as we are both Resident Advisers in the same residence hall, our little fling was a bit illegal. It was a closet, under the table, sort of relationship. Definitely not exactly what one might call “healthy.”

We bickered somewhat often. He never took me on a date. We could somewhat hold a conversation, but nothing too serious. We didn’t have the same outlooks on life. We didn’t share the same values. We didn’t care about the same politics (meaning, he didn’t care about politics at all). We didn’t have the same interests; he was a video game person… I couldn’t care less. He doesn’t know what he wants in his future. I know exactly (or so I think) what I want. He didn’t know what he wanted in the relationship. I knew I wanted more.

And at this point your asking… Lucy, what did you have in common? What attracted you to each other? NO IDEA.

Still, I am sitting here in my dorm room, quite sad. And I’m trying to figure out why.

What have I lost really? I’m still healthy. I still have God. I still have my family, my friends. My sanity.

Perhaps I’m sad for superficial reasons. Maybe I just liked the idea of having a boyfriend, even if he wasn’t exactly up to par. I could definitely fit in with my friends better, seeing as all of them except for 2 are dating someone.

Maybe I’m sad because I wasn’t the oddball out in our group and now I am again.

I know it’s not their fault, but sometimes my friends make me angry. When the group of us hang out, there’s always PDA, almost to the point where I either 1) tell them to knock it off because it’s disgusting or 2) just get up and leave because I can’t take it anymore.

I realize this could be me being too uptight or too selfish or too self-pitying, but sometimes I feel like my friends are just flaunting their relationships in front of me, almost like a “Hey. I’ve got someone. Where’s yours?” kinda thing. I know that sounds ridiculous… I know I know. And I hate that I’m even thinking it, but our dinner conversations consist of their boyfriends and girlfriends, of them holding hands with each other and kissing and, I don’t know, being flirty and all PDA-y. Of course, I’m fine with listening. I’m glad my friends are happy. Sometimes though, I don’t care. Can anyone empathize with me on this?

Even though I’m saying and thinking these things, I do know one thing: God has someone so special out there for me that I can’t even imagine him. I hate that I have to be so patient! I hate that I don’t know when I will meet him, or how I will meet him. I wish I could have him right now. God has different plans. I have a lot more growing up to do. I have many things to accomplish before I get to meet my special someone.

I complain a lot. I whine. I feel sorry for myself. I cry and scream and ask “Why me?” I pray to God for someone. But at the end of the day, even though I don’t want to admit it, I know that I have a fantastic life. And the only person I NEED in my life is God and my family. He will provide all the rest. It all comes down to PATIENCE. Ugh… that horrible word! It’s SO HARD!

I know that God will help me through anything. I know that God will give me exactly what I need, but not necessarily what I want. I know that it comes down to God. I can do nothing without God in my life.

My prayer for you and for me is this: That we may trust in God to help us get through the difficult things in life. That he grants us with the patience and understanding to realize that God does have a plan for our lives; we will find out sooner or later what it is. I pray that God helps us wait for the person we are supposed to spend the rest of our lives with. I pray that He helps that other person wait for us. We should make the most out of our lives and stop feeling sorry for ourselves. I pray that we do everything for the glory of God in the Highest. Amen.


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