Hello, my name is Sean Kesler and I am a journalism student at Otterbein College in Westerville, Ohio. For the summer quarter I am taking a journalism course on web design. For our first project we are asked to create a blog on wordpress.com and write some posts that we will present in class. We are about 30 minutes away from presenting our blogs and I only have two of the three required posts on my blog, so this one is about me. Little thought required…
I went to Ohio Dominican my first year out of high school, then transferred to Columbus State for two years and now I found the best college of all! I dig this place, and that’s quite strange because I’m no fan of school. But I went to Circleville high school and that is certain to make you hate school, life and adult authority. Or whatever it is they think they are. I lived in Columbus the past two years before recently returning to the rough streets of Circleville. I have a strong interest and desire to have career doing something involving sports so I’ll pretty much be blogging about that on this blog!
After my freshman year at Ohio Dominican I began interning for the Division of Financial Institutions in downtown Columbus, Ohio.
I am still with the State and have been there for over three years now. I feel like I have done any and every job since I started working, but mainly my duties invole the Ohio “Save the Dream” proogram. Save the dream is the program our state put together to help out people facing foreclosure on their house by contacting their mortgager and trying to workout a loan modification.
Besides for interning with the State, over the past six months I also interned at 97.1 FM in Columbus; the largest sports radio station in the city. Columbus also has the number one market for sports radio in the country! I was given the oppertunity to interview the Ohio State football team, Columbus Blue Jackets and coach Thad Matta. I really loved working there. I also worked with and assisted the on air talents like Chris Spielman, Scott Torgerson, Paul Keels and Bruce Hooley. This was an awesome experience I won’t soon forget! Should only lead to bigger and better things…
Me, Life in the Ville and Mullet Man
Hello, my name is Sean Kesler and I am a journalism student at Otterbein College in Westerville, Ohio. For the summer quarter I am taking a journalism course on web design. For our first project we are asked to create a blog on wordpress.com and write some posts that we will present in class. We are about 30 minutes away from presenting our blogs and I only have two of the three required posts on my blog, so this one is about me. Little thought required….
I lived in Hilliard until I was seven then moved to Circleville, Ohio where I graduated high school and met many of the oddest people ever to grace this earth. Two weekends ago I was witness to my neighbor running outside at 2:00 AM and screaming “HELP! He’s beating the hell out of me!” I then witnessed her “man”, whom my roommate and I named “mullet man” the first time we ever saw, come sprinting outside to grab her and drag her back in. I, in my 2:00 AM Saturday morning state yelled “I got you” back at her. This may explain some tension that plays into my story and current state living on the rough streets of East Franklin.
So I dial 911 and speak to a woman that was more interested in learning my name than the nature of the call I was placing. I asked her “Why the hell do you need my f*#$ing name? Is the really the time for that?” Actually it was. I told her my name was S E A N K E S L E R which apparently made sense to her. I continued “You can put that in the f^%#ing Circleville Dispatch!” The world’s worst local newspaper. So I explained to her what I had just seen and told her she had five minutes to get someone there or I was going over there myself and fixing the f*$%ing situation. If you haven’t picked up on it yet, I was definitely in barbarian mode this night.
So after ending the call I walk out into the street where the cops were at not 45 seconds after I called 911. I’m in the middle of the street as the first cop pulls up and I demand him to park in my driveway. I even pointed exactly where he was to go and he obliged. I tell the cop what happened and how the mullet man was on heroin everyday repeatedly approximately six or seven times. The cop stops me and says I better go check it out. At this point my roommate, Luke Scipione, decided he should charm in and tell the cop the same story he had just heard six or seven times. While all this is going down I’ve got six underage drunk females in my bedroom. When I say underage I am referring to under 21 but over 19. Obviously actual thoughts were not crossing my mind on this particular night.
The cops ended up being the nicest po I had ever encountered. We were never asked to chill or calm down and we were never told we did anything wrong. In fact, the cop parked in my driveway told me I was a good guy for doing what I did and said the wife beater had ran out the back and would not be coming back. We saw him three days later and every day since, which has been around two weeks. Actually the next day my roommate said he was walking home and he opened the door and whistled at him and said “Hey come here for a sec.” My roommate doesn’t speak mullet though. So nowadays when I go outside or walk my lady friend to her car I get to stare down ol mullet man wife beater for a couple of minutes. This usually only happens two or three times a day.
Ironically, two days ago I pull down the alley by my house where mullet man is walking thru. He turns around and sees me coming literally 200 feet before I get to him. He continues to walk in the middle of the alley. So I’m getting closer and closer traveling 15 mph or so and I get to the point I must break to not strike him with my vehicle. The thought crosses my mind if I hit this guy with my 2005 Taurus will anyone care? Will anyone even report it or say they witnessed me? Will my car devalue? Do I feel like going to the car wash on the one day I get home before 10 PM? They answer was no to all of the above, so I didn’t do it. Mainly, I had no coins for the car wash. I swerve thru one of my respectable neighbors’ yard to avoid dirtying my car. I lean toward my window and glare at the ugliest guy I have seen in months. But, I would pay big bucks for close up pictures of his mullet. We are talking Joe Dirte style.
This guy has made me pretty pissed off of late and I’ve only lived on the block for about two months now. I hope he can read this blog and knows what I am saying, but we know he has no computer because he does H instead, and more importantly he can’t read. I havent fought anyone in years but I might have found a challenger!
Back to myself! I went to Ohio Dominican my first year out of high school, then transferred to Columbus State for two years and now I found the best college of all! I dig this place, and that’s quite strange because I’m no fan of school. But I went to Circleville high school and that is certain to make you hate school, life and adult authority. Whatever it is they think they are. I lived in Columbus the past two years before recently returning to the rough life in the ville. I have a strong interest and desire to have career doing something involving sports so I’ll pretty much be blogging about that on this blog!! Enjoy!
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