<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28229475</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 08 Mar 2024 08:22:13 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Metro Blog: Mary Witlacil</title><description>Life is too short to spend&#xa;your time doing anything but living...</description><link>http://metroblog06mw.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28229475.post-115464508499247060</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Aug 2006 22:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-08-03T16:44:45.110-06:00</atom:updated><title>Singing in the...car?!</title><atom:summary type="text">After the sun set, we piled too much food and our bodies into the car for a roadtrip to Iowa. We had planned to stay in Cedar Rapids, IA for just one day to see my dad. Under the assumption that it would take us about 14 hours to get there, we brought a collection of CD&#39;s and a fully loaded MP3 player to keep the driver company during the lonely hours of the early morning. With our two media </atom:summary><link>http://metroblog06mw.blogspot.com/2006/08/singing-in-thecar.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28229475.post-115412299783167737</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Jul 2006 20:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-07-28T16:30:19.506-06:00</atom:updated><title>Get into it</title><atom:summary type="text">When I first started attending Metro, I had little interest in doing more than just attending my classes. Most of my friends were off campus, so I was able to snooze a bit in the student lounges and use my down time to complete assignments. When I first registered, I decided to be an arts major, even though I couldn&#39;t really draw. After my first semester I scrapped that plan, deciding that </atom:summary><link>http://metroblog06mw.blogspot.com/2006/07/get-into-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28229475.post-115354328225489693</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Jul 2006 03:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-07-21T22:48:05.673-06:00</atom:updated><title>In the mean time...</title><atom:summary type="text">When you are young and poor - you may find yourself in a similar situation as me. A situation where, in an effort to save money during the school year, you paid for cheaper health insurance than Metro offers to save money. If you find yourself in this situation, do exactly as I didn&#39;t, maintain that health insurance at whatever cost. Otherwise, if you are also adventurous, you may find yourself </atom:summary><link>http://metroblog06mw.blogspot.com/2006/07/in-mean-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28229475.post-115291503569053500</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Jul 2006 21:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-07-14T16:10:35.766-06:00</atom:updated><title>Coffee talk...</title><atom:summary type="text">Minutes after deboarding a clammy (and smelly) bus to prematurely end this summer&#39;s adventure, I bought a laptop. Spending as much time as I do in coffee shops, I&#39;ve often pined after the sleek accessibility and transportability of the laptops many cafe-brats carry with them like so many alcoholics who carry their sanity in a cheap bottle of vodka. I simply carried a spiral bound notebook. The </atom:summary><link>http://metroblog06mw.blogspot.com/2006/07/coffee-talk.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28229475.post-115194839396596998</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Jul 2006 17:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-07-03T11:44:20.323-06:00</atom:updated><title>A Challenge!?</title><atom:summary type="text">My (ex) cycling partner who recently graduated, once explained &quot;that people shouldn&#39;t leave college with more than one vice.&quot; While I heard this to be sound advice, I wonder how possible it is for many people to leave with only one. It seems like more and more, college is a time for heady learning coupled with caffeine; intense assignments broken up by smoke breaks; and the build up of stress </atom:summary><link>http://metroblog06mw.blogspot.com/2006/07/challenge.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28229475.post-115173279311927136</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Jul 2006 05:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-07-01T12:18:03.606-06:00</atom:updated><title>Book rant</title><atom:summary type="text">Since arriving in Denver I&#39;ve been reading all the books, articles and news that I normally don&#39;t have time for, because, normally, I&#39;m reading books, articles and news for classes. I&#39;ve been lucky at Metro, most of the reading I&#39;ve done for classes has been enjoyable, because many of the professors I&#39;ve had care about the students.Metro isn&#39;t a &quot;money&quot; school, it&#39;s affordable higher education (</atom:summary><link>http://metroblog06mw.blogspot.com/2006/06/book-rant.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28229475.post-115110042055113405</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Jun 2006 21:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-06-30T23:02:19.710-06:00</atom:updated><title>So it goes...</title><atom:summary type="text">8 days ago, my cycling partner and I left her family&#39;s home in Columbus, to jumpstart our adventure. Cognizant of my ankle pain, we decided to take it easy. As it turns out taking it easy was utterly impossible. We biked about 65 miles and for much of the latter half of the ride I sprinted. I couldn&#39;t help myself, it felt so good to be back on my bike with the wind in my face going deliciously </atom:summary><link>http://metroblog06mw.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-it-goes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28229475.post-115016894208419308</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Jun 2006 02:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-06-23T15:38:04.263-06:00</atom:updated><title>R + R</title><atom:summary type="text">For the past year and a half of my life, I haven&#39;t stopped. Not even for a second. I&#39;ve secretly feared that if I slowed down for even one moment, that I would lose momentum and life would leave me behind. Sometimes, over the past year and some change, I&#39;ve tried wishing some of my load away, always cognizant of the fact that I&#39;d be disappointed without the rush of constant chaos. Occasionally, </atom:summary><link>http://metroblog06mw.blogspot.com/2006/06/r-r.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28229475.post-115016656873643308</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Jun 2006 02:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-06-12T20:42:48.756-06:00</atom:updated><title>Beds, showers and bug screens, oh my!</title><atom:summary type="text">Waking late in the state forest, Mariah and I began our day&#39;s journey. We biked through rolling hills, small towns and eventually suburbs, before the highway we were taking turned, without warning, into an interstate. With white knuckle grip we biked (illegally?) on the interstate for a good five miles before our route diverged from the interstate. Of course, as Murphey would have predicted, our </atom:summary><link>http://metroblog06mw.blogspot.com/2006/06/beds-showers-and-bug-screens-oh-my.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28229475.post-115016479889020213</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Jun 2006 02:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-06-23T15:33:30.170-06:00</atom:updated><title>Mishap in Massachusettes</title><atom:summary type="text">The whir of cars and the infectious bleeping of an alarm clock, ripped me from my sleep in a conservation area before setting off on our fourth day of biking. We started off on our new route which led us to Route 20. It seemed like a nice, scenic route to take through Massachusetts until it turned into a state highway that weaved in and out of the suburbs of Worcester (pronounced &quot;Woo-ah-stah&quot;).</atom:summary><link>http://metroblog06mw.blogspot.com/2006/06/mishap-in-massachusettes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28229475.post-114884568889412963</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 May 2006 19:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-05-28T13:48:08.926-06:00</atom:updated><title>Day 2</title><atom:summary type="text">Waking up with slugs (everywhere but on myself) and freckles of rain on my face under a tree in a mini-forest in &quot;Anytown,&quot; New Hampshire; Mariah and I loaded up our panniers and bikes, ate energy bars and set off for our first long day of biking. We biked 80 miles through light rain, grey skies, intense sun, heat, humidity and fog. We accidentally detoured through the Hamptons and realized we </atom:summary><link>http://metroblog06mw.blogspot.com/2006/05/day-2.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28229475.post-114884279731804464</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 May 2006 18:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-06-23T15:31:23.330-06:00</atom:updated><title>It starts here:</title><atom:summary type="text">After three and a half days of cramped Greyhound Bus riding, bus station water sampling (perhaps the most adventurous aspect of our journey), pb &amp; j munching and a riduculous number of bus transfers and layovers (mmmm fast-food and gas stations - gotta love convenience food); my cycling partner and I finally made it to Portland, ME.Shortly after arriving in Portland we picked up some almost </atom:summary><link>http://metroblog06mw.blogspot.com/2006/05/it-starts-here.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28229475.post-114781138656385361</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 May 2006 20:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-05-28T12:18:47.260-06:00</atom:updated><title>Greetings!</title><atom:summary type="text">Life is too short to spend your time doing anything but living &amp; boredom is definitely a poor excuse not to live. My name is Mary, and this summer I&#39;m trading my messy room for some panniers (which are essentially saddle bags for you bike) &amp; a home for the road, so I can ride my bike across the U.S.For many Metro students, the decision to attend Metro State is precursed by hardship and struggle. </atom:summary><link>http://metroblog06mw.blogspot.com/2006/05/greetings.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author></item></channel></rss>