Yesterday, I went to work at this grocery store 15 minutes from my house. When I was off, I bought a bunch of food that I wanted because there was no food left in my house. I was happy after that because then there was actually food at my house, but that's obviously a given.
Today, I went to work again for the same hours. It meant I had to miss the NASCAR Sprint Cup race in Martinsville, Virginia. But then I went online to see how it turned out and I found out that Jeff Gordon won the race. Since he's one of my favorite drivers, I was naturally happy. So I guess I had a good weekend overall.
(sorry this is so hasty, I haven't had a good blogging inspiration lately XD)
Sunday, October 27, 2013
Thursday, October 24, 2013
Going back to my mom's house tomorrow
Tomorrow after my community college classes, I will be going back to my mom's house after a week at my dad's house. I don't go to my dad's house very often, though.
Thursday, October 17, 2013
Got a new iPod Touch
I got an iPod Touch last week. Now I can show it off to all my friends. I am NOT going to post any pictures of it. But I did really buy myself an iPod Touch.
Monday, September 30, 2013
Monday, September 23, 2013
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Got a new job
I got a new job last week as a cashier at a grocery store. The store is called ShopRite. My mom has worked there as a pharmacist since 2001. My trainers have all said I'm already really good at being a cashier. I think I'll like this job a lot more than my first one selling kitchen equipment.
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Twelfth anniversary of 9/11
Today, September 11, 2013, was more or less a normal day for me. But twelve years ago today, a series of terrorist attacks on the east coast of the United States changed some things forever.
I was six years old on September 11, 2001 and I had just started first grade. I live in Maryland northeast of Baltimore, right in between the locations of the first two plane crashes to the north in New York City, the third crash at the Pentagon just outside Washington, DC, about 75 miles southwest of my house, and the fourth crash to the west-northwest of my house in southwestern Pennsylvania. My dad was in Cleveland, Ohio on a business trip that day.
At school, my class was having art class upstairs from our regular classroom when the principal announced on the loudspeaker that they were sending us home early because several planes had crashed in areas all around us. On the bus ride home, all I could think about was how it was even possible for something like that to happen.
When I got home, the TV was on the news with footage of the World Trade Center towers from earlier. Being only six years old, I had no idea what was going on or why it had happened. Later that night, my mom, two brothers and I finally managed to talk to our dad on the phone. Since every plane in the country was grounded, he said he was taking a rental car from Cleveland to the Baltimore airport the next day and then taking his own car from there the rest of the way home.
My dad got home the next day and we were so happy to see each other. We hung our American flag out by the front door and kept it there for a while. In the months and years that followed, I learned a lot about terrorism, the people who do it, and why they do it.
Every year, I think about that horrible day along with many other Americans. Today was no exception, because my college had voting registration and I decided to register. I soon learned that they had intentionally scheduled voting registration for today because it was the anniversary of the terrorist attacks. But it still felt good to become a registered voter on this day because it helped me feel a sense of patriotism instead of thinking about the attacks twelve years ago and feeling sad. And that is my blog for the twelfth anniversary of the September 11 attacks.
I was six years old on September 11, 2001 and I had just started first grade. I live in Maryland northeast of Baltimore, right in between the locations of the first two plane crashes to the north in New York City, the third crash at the Pentagon just outside Washington, DC, about 75 miles southwest of my house, and the fourth crash to the west-northwest of my house in southwestern Pennsylvania. My dad was in Cleveland, Ohio on a business trip that day.
At school, my class was having art class upstairs from our regular classroom when the principal announced on the loudspeaker that they were sending us home early because several planes had crashed in areas all around us. On the bus ride home, all I could think about was how it was even possible for something like that to happen.
When I got home, the TV was on the news with footage of the World Trade Center towers from earlier. Being only six years old, I had no idea what was going on or why it had happened. Later that night, my mom, two brothers and I finally managed to talk to our dad on the phone. Since every plane in the country was grounded, he said he was taking a rental car from Cleveland to the Baltimore airport the next day and then taking his own car from there the rest of the way home.
My dad got home the next day and we were so happy to see each other. We hung our American flag out by the front door and kept it there for a while. In the months and years that followed, I learned a lot about terrorism, the people who do it, and why they do it.
Every year, I think about that horrible day along with many other Americans. Today was no exception, because my college had voting registration and I decided to register. I soon learned that they had intentionally scheduled voting registration for today because it was the anniversary of the terrorist attacks. But it still felt good to become a registered voter on this day because it helped me feel a sense of patriotism instead of thinking about the attacks twelve years ago and feeling sad. And that is my blog for the twelfth anniversary of the September 11 attacks.
Tuesday, September 3, 2013
Saturday, August 31, 2013
Monday, August 26, 2013
Would have been my first day of school
Today was the first day of school for students in kindergarten through twelfth grade in my county's public school district. But since I just graduated high school and I'm going to college, today was just another lazy day for me. My first day of college classes is September 4, two days after Labor Day. I love having one extra week of summer break, and sleeping in while kids just one year younger than me have to get up early to go to school. From my dad's backyard this afternoon, I watched as the school bus pulled up to a stop behind his house, then opened its doors to let children off. It kind of made me feel like I was breaking the law by skipping school, but in reality I don't have any school to go to for another week. Bye for now!
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