Tyler Yegerlehner
I’m a huge outdoors fan. My friend, Brian Babcock, and I love to go kayaking. We just started this hobby over the summer, but we’ve been addicted to it ever since. I have a nine foot perception kayak. It’s a pretty crappy one. Actually, out of the entire kayak selection, it’s possible that it is ‘the’ crappy kayak. It floats and carries a bit of extra weight, and surprisingly it’s quite durable so I still love it.
We live in Mt. Vernon so there not much whitewater action around but at the old dam in New Harmony there are sweet decent rapids that we practically lived at over the summer. Before we discovered this golden nugget we mainly just took our kayaks out to Hovey Lake. We explored, drank beer, drank more beer, then we explored some more. I think the only part that kept us going to Hovey was the beer.
After we acquired our new floating vessels, we planned a nice vacation in Tennessee. It was one hell of a time. We planned to go down to Chester Frost Park at Chattanooga and spend two day there kayaking, fishing, drinking, and just being on our own. On Sunday we would drive another hour to Ocoee Tennessee. There we would go on a whitewater rafting trip of extreme quality. After that we would drive the six hours back to Mt. Vernon and get drunk to top it off.
Well, the trip down there was a blast. The two days camping was a blast. While we were there we had a hellacious trip… to subway because on Friday night it had rained and we slept in a pile of water. It was extremely uncomfortable, but I enjoyed it thoroughly. So instead of trying to cook brunch around eleven we went to subway to get some quick and easy lunch. On Saturday after we came back from town, Babs and I went kayaking out to an island in the lake there we pulled up on shore and played from Frisbee. Robby was another friend that came along and he ended up causing a scene by catching his own chair and axe on fire when we left him alone at the campsite. The other campers around us weren’t too pleased having us around after he almost burnt down the surrounding area.After that we got drunk. Sunday we left early in the morning to get to our rafting place. There we waited because the first group had taken forever.
Eventually we got on the road and it turned out
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Friday, October 19, 2007
Tyler Yegerlehner
USI has been easier on me than I expected. I began my college career thinking I would be meeting challenges that were much harder to meet than any high school problem. So far I’ve been wrong. Sadly, that doesn’t mean I’m doing all that well in my studies. In high school I was a procrastinating slacker, or a slacking procrastinator. I prefer slacking procrastinator mainly because that classifies me more appropriately than the first. In high school I did the minimum to get by and I had been doing it throughout my entire life. I wanted things to change when I got to college, but I’ve still been distracted by the same things and I’ve felt just as lazy as always.
Even though my overall performance has been below average there have been a few areas of my schooling of which I have exceeded a few expectations. Actually it was just once when I got a B on my first English paper. That was it. On my second English paper I didn’t do nearly as well as I thought I could have mainly because I forgot to do it. It has been high school all over again. If I had to choose between high school or college over the matter of which I’d do better in I would choose the latter mainly because College isn’t over yet.
In really need to make an improvement in all of my classes except history class. English I have a bad grade in because I didn’t read a few stories I should have and because I didn’t turn in a paper. In public speaking I have a bad grade because the teacher hates me, and that’s no joke. I hate to sound like the little kid that complains all the time, but this story is the truth. This one guy got a low A and his speech was two minutes short of the required time. That right there should be a low B. I’ve taken into account that it was our first speech and she may have given him a break. Now I got a D on mine. The reasons were because I gave my speech a day late which is automatically twenty percent off. Another reason was because I was laughing while giving my speech which was a story that has happened to me. But before anyone ever gave any speeches the teacher told us, depending on our speech, we should have an entertained or well informed audience. Well by the end of my speech everyone was laughing. Now I for one consider that entertainment. In her criticisms she also questioned if I was even interested or anyone of the audience members were interested in my story. IT WAS THE ONLY INTERSTING SPEECH MADE! That’s not my one sided opinion either. Other speeches were about baking cookies and using a fork lift. Writing about this is really starting to tick me off. I just don’t see how I could have gotten such a low grade with the most well like speech of the millennium.
I’m also doing terrible job in math. Now I’m not trying to blame all my problems on other people or anything else. It all comes back on me but there is still some reason to bringing it up. In my math class I literally just got my calculator two days ago. I passed all my tests and quizzes except for one. I’m pretty good at math and I still think that I may need a tutor now because I haven’t been able to stay up to scratch. Math used to be my strong point but as I got lazier the worse I got at it, which makes absolutely no sense (sarcasm). If I can just study and ace this upcoming test in there I will be able to even out my grade in there. I’ve met a few challenges head on and won since college started. Already I’ve written more than I did throughout my entire senior year. So for the next few deciding factors in my grades I’m going to try to buckle down and get it done right for once so I can at least stop stressing. I wasn’t even stressing about it until I wrote this page.
USI has been easier on me than I expected. I began my college career thinking I would be meeting challenges that were much harder to meet than any high school problem. So far I’ve been wrong. Sadly, that doesn’t mean I’m doing all that well in my studies. In high school I was a procrastinating slacker, or a slacking procrastinator. I prefer slacking procrastinator mainly because that classifies me more appropriately than the first. In high school I did the minimum to get by and I had been doing it throughout my entire life. I wanted things to change when I got to college, but I’ve still been distracted by the same things and I’ve felt just as lazy as always.
Even though my overall performance has been below average there have been a few areas of my schooling of which I have exceeded a few expectations. Actually it was just once when I got a B on my first English paper. That was it. On my second English paper I didn’t do nearly as well as I thought I could have mainly because I forgot to do it. It has been high school all over again. If I had to choose between high school or college over the matter of which I’d do better in I would choose the latter mainly because College isn’t over yet.
In really need to make an improvement in all of my classes except history class. English I have a bad grade in because I didn’t read a few stories I should have and because I didn’t turn in a paper. In public speaking I have a bad grade because the teacher hates me, and that’s no joke. I hate to sound like the little kid that complains all the time, but this story is the truth. This one guy got a low A and his speech was two minutes short of the required time. That right there should be a low B. I’ve taken into account that it was our first speech and she may have given him a break. Now I got a D on mine. The reasons were because I gave my speech a day late which is automatically twenty percent off. Another reason was because I was laughing while giving my speech which was a story that has happened to me. But before anyone ever gave any speeches the teacher told us, depending on our speech, we should have an entertained or well informed audience. Well by the end of my speech everyone was laughing. Now I for one consider that entertainment. In her criticisms she also questioned if I was even interested or anyone of the audience members were interested in my story. IT WAS THE ONLY INTERSTING SPEECH MADE! That’s not my one sided opinion either. Other speeches were about baking cookies and using a fork lift. Writing about this is really starting to tick me off. I just don’t see how I could have gotten such a low grade with the most well like speech of the millennium.
I’m also doing terrible job in math. Now I’m not trying to blame all my problems on other people or anything else. It all comes back on me but there is still some reason to bringing it up. In my math class I literally just got my calculator two days ago. I passed all my tests and quizzes except for one. I’m pretty good at math and I still think that I may need a tutor now because I haven’t been able to stay up to scratch. Math used to be my strong point but as I got lazier the worse I got at it, which makes absolutely no sense (sarcasm). If I can just study and ace this upcoming test in there I will be able to even out my grade in there. I’ve met a few challenges head on and won since college started. Already I’ve written more than I did throughout my entire senior year. So for the next few deciding factors in my grades I’m going to try to buckle down and get it done right for once so I can at least stop stressing. I wasn’t even stressing about it until I wrote this page.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Tyler Yegerlehner
Tryegerleh@usieagles.org
English 101 .027
Essay #1
1,067
Major Accident
First off, this event happened in seventh grade. Throughout this entire story it must be remembered that we were idiots. Anyways, the story takes place in a small Indiana town called Mt. Vernon on a small farm just a little north of the actual town. It was around midday when I arrived at my friend’s house. His name is Seneca Weintraut. After I opened the door I noticed a familiar but somewhat unwelcome face. If Matt McDurmon had not been there that day it wouldn’t have been a special day at all. And therefore I would be writing about something completely different. I had no idea Matt would be there mainly because he wasn’t supposed to be. He rudely invited himself and he would certainly pay for it later that day.
We had nothing planned for the day ahead but we started it out with some ninja stars I had with me and a blow gun Seneca had kept in his basement. It was the weekend after Halloween so there were still some pumpkins lying about. We were throwing the stars and shooting the blow gun at the pumpkin. After ten minutes it was completely demolished and several of the stars and darts were lying in the oozing pumpkin. Seneca piped up the idea to get out his two practice bows and several arrows and shoot them into the field and retrieve them after the stock was spent. There were two bows and six arrows, so this happened rather quickly.
At around one o’clock we were rather bored with this so we started having one person standing in the field while two people shot at him. This is where things got interesting. One time during this type of stupidity I shot the arrow and it was like slow mo. I could tell that if Squid (Seneca) didn’t move then that arrow was going to go through his neck. At just the right time Squid moved over one step and the arrow whistled past him. It was mind blowing; I couldn’t stop laughing and shouting, “AWESOME” to realize he could have been killed. So this neither hindered nor fully stopped the shenanigans. It only fueled our crazy ideas.
Next it was two people in the field and one on the hill. Each side had a bow and arrows. It was make believe war. When Seneca was up on the hill by himself and Durmy was with me in the field I was shot right in the calf. It hurt like crazy but it wasn’t that bad. It only bled a little. So the game continued until the next incident which took place on the four-wheeler. Yes, we’re not holding anything back now. This was how this game was set up. Two people were on the ATV. The one on the back had a bow and four arrows and there was a ground trooper nicknamed, “Rambo” running around taking cover in the trenches. ‘Rambo’ occasionally had to dive out of the way so as to not be shot. When I was on the ground this game almost ended the game earlier than it did. Squid was driving with Durmy on the back. Three things happened with the positions as they were. One, right when Squid took off I shot at them and the arrow hit Durmy in the foot. That incident was nothing compared to what was about to happen. They kept driving and Durmy shot a few arrows back at me out of vengeance for his foot. The third arrow I shot was dead on except for the fact that Squid gunned it and the arrow whizzed behind Durmy’s head. They pulled over to talk to me about what had just happened. We had a momentary truce.
“Oh my God! I felt and heard that arrow scream behind my head”. Boy was Durmy right. I know that if Squid hadn’t sped up when he did Durmy would be dead. But nothing had happened so I just thought it was a good shot. In a past life I could have been Robin Hood.
The next incident took place within a minute after this. It didn’t even require a bow or an arrow. I guess Squid had remembered that last time he took off in close proximity to me he almost became a shish-cabob. So instead he just gunned it heading straight for his long gravel drive way. We had stopped and had our conversation in a field to the right of it. Now the drive is about two feet higher than the surrounding fields. He ramped the driveway with some major speed. I guess he’d either never ramped it with a person on the back or Matt wasn’t very secure to begin with, because the moment after the two front wheels touched down on the other side of the road a near catastrophe happened. Matt was barely hanging on to the back of the four-wheeler with his legs because his both his hands were flying all around the place. His back was almost parallel to the ground. I don’t know how he manage long enough till Seneca realized what was happening, turned around and grabbed his sweat shirt and hauled him back up to sit properly on the four-wheeler. It was absolutely amazing to watch.
Well after that we put away the four-wheeler and went back to two people shooting from the field towards the person on the hill. We were about fifteen minutes away from going to see a movie when a scream banished that thought. Matt had started to scream that we shot him in the head. Now Matt isn’t exactly the most trusting character, so we spent about a minute trying to get the truth out of him. We didn’t believe him because he wouldn’t take his hand away from his head. . The arrow had sunk about two inches into his head. The arrow struck him on the right side of his head near his temple but parallel to the front to the back of his head.
There were most definitely some consequences. None were too major though. We destroyed the bows and arrows and an apology was in order but the same could have happened to any of us. No damage was done to him except the puncture wound. He was so lucky, we all were.
Tryegerleh@usieagles.org
English 101 .027
Essay #1
1,067
Major Accident
First off, this event happened in seventh grade. Throughout this entire story it must be remembered that we were idiots. Anyways, the story takes place in a small Indiana town called Mt. Vernon on a small farm just a little north of the actual town. It was around midday when I arrived at my friend’s house. His name is Seneca Weintraut. After I opened the door I noticed a familiar but somewhat unwelcome face. If Matt McDurmon had not been there that day it wouldn’t have been a special day at all. And therefore I would be writing about something completely different. I had no idea Matt would be there mainly because he wasn’t supposed to be. He rudely invited himself and he would certainly pay for it later that day.
We had nothing planned for the day ahead but we started it out with some ninja stars I had with me and a blow gun Seneca had kept in his basement. It was the weekend after Halloween so there were still some pumpkins lying about. We were throwing the stars and shooting the blow gun at the pumpkin. After ten minutes it was completely demolished and several of the stars and darts were lying in the oozing pumpkin. Seneca piped up the idea to get out his two practice bows and several arrows and shoot them into the field and retrieve them after the stock was spent. There were two bows and six arrows, so this happened rather quickly.
At around one o’clock we were rather bored with this so we started having one person standing in the field while two people shot at him. This is where things got interesting. One time during this type of stupidity I shot the arrow and it was like slow mo. I could tell that if Squid (Seneca) didn’t move then that arrow was going to go through his neck. At just the right time Squid moved over one step and the arrow whistled past him. It was mind blowing; I couldn’t stop laughing and shouting, “AWESOME” to realize he could have been killed. So this neither hindered nor fully stopped the shenanigans. It only fueled our crazy ideas.
Next it was two people in the field and one on the hill. Each side had a bow and arrows. It was make believe war. When Seneca was up on the hill by himself and Durmy was with me in the field I was shot right in the calf. It hurt like crazy but it wasn’t that bad. It only bled a little. So the game continued until the next incident which took place on the four-wheeler. Yes, we’re not holding anything back now. This was how this game was set up. Two people were on the ATV. The one on the back had a bow and four arrows and there was a ground trooper nicknamed, “Rambo” running around taking cover in the trenches. ‘Rambo’ occasionally had to dive out of the way so as to not be shot. When I was on the ground this game almost ended the game earlier than it did. Squid was driving with Durmy on the back. Three things happened with the positions as they were. One, right when Squid took off I shot at them and the arrow hit Durmy in the foot. That incident was nothing compared to what was about to happen. They kept driving and Durmy shot a few arrows back at me out of vengeance for his foot. The third arrow I shot was dead on except for the fact that Squid gunned it and the arrow whizzed behind Durmy’s head. They pulled over to talk to me about what had just happened. We had a momentary truce.
“Oh my God! I felt and heard that arrow scream behind my head”. Boy was Durmy right. I know that if Squid hadn’t sped up when he did Durmy would be dead. But nothing had happened so I just thought it was a good shot. In a past life I could have been Robin Hood.
The next incident took place within a minute after this. It didn’t even require a bow or an arrow. I guess Squid had remembered that last time he took off in close proximity to me he almost became a shish-cabob. So instead he just gunned it heading straight for his long gravel drive way. We had stopped and had our conversation in a field to the right of it. Now the drive is about two feet higher than the surrounding fields. He ramped the driveway with some major speed. I guess he’d either never ramped it with a person on the back or Matt wasn’t very secure to begin with, because the moment after the two front wheels touched down on the other side of the road a near catastrophe happened. Matt was barely hanging on to the back of the four-wheeler with his legs because his both his hands were flying all around the place. His back was almost parallel to the ground. I don’t know how he manage long enough till Seneca realized what was happening, turned around and grabbed his sweat shirt and hauled him back up to sit properly on the four-wheeler. It was absolutely amazing to watch.
Well after that we put away the four-wheeler and went back to two people shooting from the field towards the person on the hill. We were about fifteen minutes away from going to see a movie when a scream banished that thought. Matt had started to scream that we shot him in the head. Now Matt isn’t exactly the most trusting character, so we spent about a minute trying to get the truth out of him. We didn’t believe him because he wouldn’t take his hand away from his head. . The arrow had sunk about two inches into his head. The arrow struck him on the right side of his head near his temple but parallel to the front to the back of his head.
There were most definitely some consequences. None were too major though. We destroyed the bows and arrows and an apology was in order but the same could have happened to any of us. No damage was done to him except the puncture wound. He was so lucky, we all were.
Tyler Yegerlehner
Any time someone mentions any kind of acrobatics, like a back handspring or front flip I immediately revisit my childhood. I went to a gymnastics place after school that doubled as a daycare. It was my favorite place in the world. I even think about finding out if Jeff still runs it, and if he does I would love to visit the place that had created such a wonderful time for me. Not to brag or anything but I’m very good at gymnastics to this day.
Jeff was the owner and after school sometimes if I needed help with my homework I could go to him. This is when I truly began to understand math. I was in trouble with a particular chapter and he helped me through it. He was a great guy, but he could get mad if he needed to. I think that my friend Derrick and I convinced, or was a major contributor to the fact that Jeff decided to make a sweet game room. It was awesome when it was done. Donna was his mother and she also worked there. She mainly took care of the kids and worked the concession. She was kind, but if you made her mad she’d rip your head off. Nobody messed with Donna.
Jose was “The” instructor. He was around twenty three and of Mexican descent. He had long hair and could pull any trick you could think of. He taught me everything I could do. I guess I was kind of his protégé. He taught me how to do a back full and a double back on the trampoline, how to run up the wall and do a back flip off that, all kinds of things. And he taught me how to tumble on the floor. Strangely enough he also helped me get rid of my athlete’s feet.
I had the most fun there. It was my favorite place to be. It was quite a big facility. As soon as you walked in on your right there was Donna at the concession stand. Straight ahead was a few clothing materials for gymnastics you could buy. Further to the right of the concession stand was a hallway that led to a few rooms for home work and video games. You entered the actual gym by the concession stand. It was a wooden door that I loved to walk through because as soon as you walked into the gym you were on mats. Straight ahead about five feet away were six balance beams. Turning to the left to be looking parallel with the beams was the main floor straight ahead. Walking about the length of the beams then turning left you were met with a short wall that you had to hop to get onto the platform with the five trampolines. The first trampoline was as big as the other four combined. That’s where everyone got together and played popcorn. Thank goodness that this place had a high ceiling because if it didn’t people would be smacking it when we played popcorn.
Now the next four trampolines were my four favorite things there. I particularly like the first of the four which was the first on the right. They were two by two lengthwise. The first had the most memories. For example, when Jose first started teaching me to do a double back flip I experienced some pain. I got scared the first time and tried to pull out to early and it was a bad jump anyways so I came down and cracked my head on the metal at the back of the trampoline. I had to go to the hospital and get it fixed. They, meaning the administration, knew I was a handful, but they liked me. Another time I was hurt on that trampoline was early in the morning. In the morning Jeff, Donna and Jose had other things to attend to, so a few other kids and I would always play tag on the trampoline platform. Well Derrick and I landed on the first trampoline which is closest to the edge of the platform and I was rocketed off the platform and landed on my back. Jeff heard the thud and came running. I swear that was the longest I’ve ever not breathed in my life.
Any time someone mentions any kind of acrobatics, like a back handspring or front flip I immediately revisit my childhood. I went to a gymnastics place after school that doubled as a daycare. It was my favorite place in the world. I even think about finding out if Jeff still runs it, and if he does I would love to visit the place that had created such a wonderful time for me. Not to brag or anything but I’m very good at gymnastics to this day.
Jeff was the owner and after school sometimes if I needed help with my homework I could go to him. This is when I truly began to understand math. I was in trouble with a particular chapter and he helped me through it. He was a great guy, but he could get mad if he needed to. I think that my friend Derrick and I convinced, or was a major contributor to the fact that Jeff decided to make a sweet game room. It was awesome when it was done. Donna was his mother and she also worked there. She mainly took care of the kids and worked the concession. She was kind, but if you made her mad she’d rip your head off. Nobody messed with Donna.
Jose was “The” instructor. He was around twenty three and of Mexican descent. He had long hair and could pull any trick you could think of. He taught me everything I could do. I guess I was kind of his protégé. He taught me how to do a back full and a double back on the trampoline, how to run up the wall and do a back flip off that, all kinds of things. And he taught me how to tumble on the floor. Strangely enough he also helped me get rid of my athlete’s feet.
I had the most fun there. It was my favorite place to be. It was quite a big facility. As soon as you walked in on your right there was Donna at the concession stand. Straight ahead was a few clothing materials for gymnastics you could buy. Further to the right of the concession stand was a hallway that led to a few rooms for home work and video games. You entered the actual gym by the concession stand. It was a wooden door that I loved to walk through because as soon as you walked into the gym you were on mats. Straight ahead about five feet away were six balance beams. Turning to the left to be looking parallel with the beams was the main floor straight ahead. Walking about the length of the beams then turning left you were met with a short wall that you had to hop to get onto the platform with the five trampolines. The first trampoline was as big as the other four combined. That’s where everyone got together and played popcorn. Thank goodness that this place had a high ceiling because if it didn’t people would be smacking it when we played popcorn.
Now the next four trampolines were my four favorite things there. I particularly like the first of the four which was the first on the right. They were two by two lengthwise. The first had the most memories. For example, when Jose first started teaching me to do a double back flip I experienced some pain. I got scared the first time and tried to pull out to early and it was a bad jump anyways so I came down and cracked my head on the metal at the back of the trampoline. I had to go to the hospital and get it fixed. They, meaning the administration, knew I was a handful, but they liked me. Another time I was hurt on that trampoline was early in the morning. In the morning Jeff, Donna and Jose had other things to attend to, so a few other kids and I would always play tag on the trampoline platform. Well Derrick and I landed on the first trampoline which is closest to the edge of the platform and I was rocketed off the platform and landed on my back. Jeff heard the thud and came running. I swear that was the longest I’ve ever not breathed in my life.
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Hey, whats up, my name is Tyler Ross. I'm a freshman at University of Southern Indiana. Although I am currently undecided in my major, I wish to do something exciting that has nothing to do with business. I love the outdoors and outdoor sports. Me and my friend especially like like kayaking. Our dream for both of us would be to finally buy a whitewater kayak and move to northern California, or Canada. The thing is both of us are broke and I don't have a job, so that's not likely to happen any time soon.
I was born in Gainsville, Florida. and then moved to Jacksonville, Florida. Next, I moved to Palm City, Florida. From there my mom, sister and I moved to Rockville, Maryland. Finally we landed in Mt. Vernon, Indiana. By far my favorite place was Palm City, but not for the reason you would think. I loved it because of the after school daycare that was there. It was the place i learned to love gymnastics. I can still do some till this day but I prefer not to.
I was born in Gainsville, Florida. and then moved to Jacksonville, Florida. Next, I moved to Palm City, Florida. From there my mom, sister and I moved to Rockville, Maryland. Finally we landed in Mt. Vernon, Indiana. By far my favorite place was Palm City, but not for the reason you would think. I loved it because of the after school daycare that was there. It was the place i learned to love gymnastics. I can still do some till this day but I prefer not to.
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