Two weeks ago Sarah got a phone call from her mom informing her about her niece’s birthday party was going to be two weeks from then. Sarah did come out and say she wanted to go to the party, but she gave me that look that meant, “We are going to go!” Just so it was clear, I asked her if she wanted to go to the party and I still did not get an answer I just got another look. This look was another one of those looks that was saying we are going, but is meant to look like a question. So we started to make plans to go to Maryland this weekend and see her niece for her first birthday.
So we would not have to drive so much today, we asked Sarah’s grandparents, who live in Richmond, if we could stay with them Saturday night and then just ride up to Maryland with Sarah’s parents Sunday morning. After sleeping in Saturday morning, resting up for the long drive, Sarah and I got packed and started our drive to Richmond. We left around noon so of course we had to stop at Olive Garden to have lunch. After our fantastic meal we realized that it was ridiculously cold outside, so we drove over to Old Navy and picked up warmer shirts for the drive.
Since we were going to her grandparent’s house we took a different route than I usually take. I usually take Interstate 81 to Highway 460, but we went to 64 from 81 and I think just because I have never driven that way before it felt like we were going to be driving forever. I hate feeling like a trip is going to take a long time just because it takes away all the fun from the trip. On top of driving a way I have never gone before, it was raining and foggy. I do not mean a little foggy, I mean really foggy. There was one time where I could not see ten feet in front of the car. While we were in the dense fog, Sarah was nervous and making me more tense driving in it, but after about ten min, what seemed like an hour, we got out of the fog. After about three hours we made it to her grandparent’s house with just enough time to see the last half of the Virginia Tech, Miami game. It was a great game, and it was nice to see Tyrod Taylor playing better. That was only the third time I have seen her grandparents and they are nice people, but it was just a little uncomfortable staying there. I had no clue what to call them. I did not know if I could call them grandpa and grandma or Mr. and Mrs. Tiice, which I had forgotten their last name so I could not even call them that. Once I got settled in though, I was more relaxed and felt comfortable talking to them, but I still did not know what to call them.
Sunday morning came; we were back on the road heading to Maryland. The trip to Maryland was not too bad, but that was just because I was not driving. I was dreading the driving today, just because I knew we would be on the road pretty much all day. It was only about a two hour drive to Ernie and Rachel’s house, the parent’s of Sarah’s niece. When we got there, most of the family and friends were already there. It was not long until we got to have hamburgers and some delicious beans. It was only mildly uncomfortable meeting so many people, but everyone I met was very nice. Addison, Sarah’s niece, had grown since the last time I saw her and had gotten more of a temper. The first time I met her she was the calmest and nicest baby I had ever met, but today she was a cranky little thing. All in all her party went well. Sarah enjoyed visiting with her family, and her family loved being with her. I know her dad would have preferred for me to not be there, but he handled it well. When we headed back to Richmond I made sure that I took a nap so I would not be so tired driving back to Tech.
Once we got to Sarah’s grandparent’s house we said our goodbye’s then left. Once we got twenty or thirty minutes down the road, I realized that we left our lap tops back at the house. So we turned around grabbed the lap tops and started the trip again. The trip started off bad just because I was in a bad mood. We stopped in Charlottesville to have dinner and to fill up with gas. The hull at night was not as bad as it was Saturday. We were glad to get on 81 because we knew we only had about an hour left. When we pulled into the Lane Stadium parking lot we were thrilled to be back. When we got back to the dorm I jumped right on my computer and started writing about my excellent weekend. I knew that it would be the best and easies t thing to write about this late at night. I probably should have written my blog on the trip to Maryland, but the rushed writing always makes me feel good. I need to start writing these earlier in the week.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Sunday, September 20, 2009
“Here comes the stress!”
This has probably been the most stressful week I have had since I have been here at Tech. I could have avoided the stress ahead of time, but I was being a slacker and did not stay focused. Week four at Virginia Tech was one of the longest and most tiring weeks. I stayed up late Monday and Tuesday night, because I had not completed my homework. I went to bed around one thirty both nights, and having an eight o’clock class Monday morning and having crew practice at six Tuesday morning did not help.
Sunday was not that bad. I got to sleep in late, but missed church. I said goodbye to a friend who came here to visit. I had to write a blog which is not too bad because it gives me a chance to reflect about my week. After I wrote the blog I took my friend back to Radford, came back to Virginia Tech, and then went to bed. The next morning started the stress.
Monday I got up and remembered I had to go to the Bowman Room for my Galileo class. I spent fifteen minutes figuring out how to get there. I had to print off another map because I lost the other map of the campus I had. At the Galileo class I was reminded of the Career Expo that I was required to attend either Tuesday or Wednesday. After Galileo I had some time to do some work, take a few quizzes and study for a Chemistry Test that I was not ready for. I did not utilize my time; instead I checked emails, spent time with Sarah and had lunch. When I realized I had to take a quiz for vector geometry, I went to my room and started the quiz. I finished it with just enough time to get to English. After English and Chemistry class I had to get ready for Crew practice. Crew practice starts at six and ends at eight, but I have to get ready at five and leave school by five thirty to get to Crater Lake. We usually do not leave the lake at eight so I do not get back until eight thirty. By then I have starving and grab something from DXpress, and when I am done eating it is nine o’clock. Monday I had to do some chemistry lab homework which consisted of pre-lab questions and a lab repot from the previous week’s lab. That night I also had to revise and submit my paper that I wrote for English class. It did not take too long, but by the time I got started on it, it was already one o’clock. I finally got to bed dreading my morning class.
When I woke up on Tuesday morning, at five twenty-five A.M., I was thinking about what I had to do all day, and wondering if practice was going to be hard. I had to take a quiz, do some Engineering homework, revise my resume, get ready for the Expo for Wednesday, find time to eat, and study for Chemistry. I had forgotten about practice temporarily until I was faced up against the entire east side stands of Lane Stadium. At practice we had to walk up the stairs two steps at a time with our hands behind our backs, and then we had to jog down the steps. This may not intimidate some people, but I was terrified. After the first set of stairs I knew that I would not be able to feel my legs for a long time. After about an hour of climbing stairs and running down them we finally had our team pow-wow before we were dismissed. When I got back to the room my legs felt like rubber bands and I had a day full of walking ahead of me. I still had classes to go to, and still had my “to-do list.” Somehow I managed to get my engineering homework done, got the quiz knocked out the way, I got my resume completed, and got ready for the Expo. The only thing I did not get to do was study for chemistry, which I really needed to do since I would not have any time to study the next day. Tuesday night was still another late night, but I got to bed about an hour earlier.
Wednesday morning was not as bad as Tuesday. I got to sleep in a later, but probably should not have since I had so much work to do. After my morning class I went to my dorm, got dressed for the Expo and left. I was so nervous about the Expo, but I knew once it I started I would be fine. At the Expo I talk to several different companies, and met some really nice people who are genuinely trying to help out. Unfortunately I did not get any job offers, but I made some good connections for next year. Throughout the day I struggled to get work done before classes and still never found time to study for chemistry. Chemistry was at two forty-five and I knew that I was not ready for the test, but accepted that it was my entire fault. After the test I felt like I had just been beaten. I knew I had done bad, and was dreading the time when the grades came out. I had practice again that night, but did not have to stay up late, which really helped after the past few days.
Thursday went by without any struggles or any worries about not completing something. I had a workout plan I had to do for Crew and that was the most I struggled all day. I was excited about Friday because I knew the week would almost be over.
Friday came and I was thrilled to only have one class, which is English. I usually do not like English classes, but this class is not that bad. There is not that much stress that comes with it. I disagreed with a few people at the end of our discussion, but was too excited about my day to be over to worry about them. After class Sarah and I went to Radford so I could do some laundry and get a prescription for some medicine that I need. I had gotten a cold all of a sudden Thursday night and this medicine usually takes care of any cold I start to get. My brother had the prescription because our mom gave it to him the last time we were home. When we got to his house, I found out that he had lost it, and could understand why because his room looked like a tornado went through there. I got my laundry done and my mom called the doctor to get my medicine called in. We came back to Tech where I went to bed early because of my cold.
I woke up Saturday feeling a little better and excited about the Nebraska game. I went to the game with Sarah, my roommate and another friend from Smithfield. I think the game was a good conclusion to the week. It helped relief the tension from week. I was excited to be there because it was the first Tech football game that I had been too. That night I hung out with some friends and continued to wind down.
I think last week taught me a valuable lesion. Do not procrastinate. When you procrastinate you cause yourself more stress and struggle to get things done. I almost missed a few deadlines and I did horrible on a test. I know that if I would have gotten things done sooner I would have done better on the test and not worried so much about my work. I am going to try and get my worked finished before its due and I am going to make more time to study. I knew college was going to be more difficult, but I need to stop making more difficult for myself.
This has probably been the most stressful week I have had since I have been here at Tech. I could have avoided the stress ahead of time, but I was being a slacker and did not stay focused. Week four at Virginia Tech was one of the longest and most tiring weeks. I stayed up late Monday and Tuesday night, because I had not completed my homework. I went to bed around one thirty both nights, and having an eight o’clock class Monday morning and having crew practice at six Tuesday morning did not help.
Sunday was not that bad. I got to sleep in late, but missed church. I said goodbye to a friend who came here to visit. I had to write a blog which is not too bad because it gives me a chance to reflect about my week. After I wrote the blog I took my friend back to Radford, came back to Virginia Tech, and then went to bed. The next morning started the stress.
Monday I got up and remembered I had to go to the Bowman Room for my Galileo class. I spent fifteen minutes figuring out how to get there. I had to print off another map because I lost the other map of the campus I had. At the Galileo class I was reminded of the Career Expo that I was required to attend either Tuesday or Wednesday. After Galileo I had some time to do some work, take a few quizzes and study for a Chemistry Test that I was not ready for. I did not utilize my time; instead I checked emails, spent time with Sarah and had lunch. When I realized I had to take a quiz for vector geometry, I went to my room and started the quiz. I finished it with just enough time to get to English. After English and Chemistry class I had to get ready for Crew practice. Crew practice starts at six and ends at eight, but I have to get ready at five and leave school by five thirty to get to Crater Lake. We usually do not leave the lake at eight so I do not get back until eight thirty. By then I have starving and grab something from DXpress, and when I am done eating it is nine o’clock. Monday I had to do some chemistry lab homework which consisted of pre-lab questions and a lab repot from the previous week’s lab. That night I also had to revise and submit my paper that I wrote for English class. It did not take too long, but by the time I got started on it, it was already one o’clock. I finally got to bed dreading my morning class.
When I woke up on Tuesday morning, at five twenty-five A.M., I was thinking about what I had to do all day, and wondering if practice was going to be hard. I had to take a quiz, do some Engineering homework, revise my resume, get ready for the Expo for Wednesday, find time to eat, and study for Chemistry. I had forgotten about practice temporarily until I was faced up against the entire east side stands of Lane Stadium. At practice we had to walk up the stairs two steps at a time with our hands behind our backs, and then we had to jog down the steps. This may not intimidate some people, but I was terrified. After the first set of stairs I knew that I would not be able to feel my legs for a long time. After about an hour of climbing stairs and running down them we finally had our team pow-wow before we were dismissed. When I got back to the room my legs felt like rubber bands and I had a day full of walking ahead of me. I still had classes to go to, and still had my “to-do list.” Somehow I managed to get my engineering homework done, got the quiz knocked out the way, I got my resume completed, and got ready for the Expo. The only thing I did not get to do was study for chemistry, which I really needed to do since I would not have any time to study the next day. Tuesday night was still another late night, but I got to bed about an hour earlier.
Wednesday morning was not as bad as Tuesday. I got to sleep in a later, but probably should not have since I had so much work to do. After my morning class I went to my dorm, got dressed for the Expo and left. I was so nervous about the Expo, but I knew once it I started I would be fine. At the Expo I talk to several different companies, and met some really nice people who are genuinely trying to help out. Unfortunately I did not get any job offers, but I made some good connections for next year. Throughout the day I struggled to get work done before classes and still never found time to study for chemistry. Chemistry was at two forty-five and I knew that I was not ready for the test, but accepted that it was my entire fault. After the test I felt like I had just been beaten. I knew I had done bad, and was dreading the time when the grades came out. I had practice again that night, but did not have to stay up late, which really helped after the past few days.
Thursday went by without any struggles or any worries about not completing something. I had a workout plan I had to do for Crew and that was the most I struggled all day. I was excited about Friday because I knew the week would almost be over.
Friday came and I was thrilled to only have one class, which is English. I usually do not like English classes, but this class is not that bad. There is not that much stress that comes with it. I disagreed with a few people at the end of our discussion, but was too excited about my day to be over to worry about them. After class Sarah and I went to Radford so I could do some laundry and get a prescription for some medicine that I need. I had gotten a cold all of a sudden Thursday night and this medicine usually takes care of any cold I start to get. My brother had the prescription because our mom gave it to him the last time we were home. When we got to his house, I found out that he had lost it, and could understand why because his room looked like a tornado went through there. I got my laundry done and my mom called the doctor to get my medicine called in. We came back to Tech where I went to bed early because of my cold.
I woke up Saturday feeling a little better and excited about the Nebraska game. I went to the game with Sarah, my roommate and another friend from Smithfield. I think the game was a good conclusion to the week. It helped relief the tension from week. I was excited to be there because it was the first Tech football game that I had been too. That night I hung out with some friends and continued to wind down.
I think last week taught me a valuable lesion. Do not procrastinate. When you procrastinate you cause yourself more stress and struggle to get things done. I almost missed a few deadlines and I did horrible on a test. I know that if I would have gotten things done sooner I would have done better on the test and not worried so much about my work. I am going to try and get my worked finished before its due and I am going to make more time to study. I knew college was going to be more difficult, but I need to stop making more difficult for myself.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
In my blog last week I stated that I was going to start writing a little bit in my blog a day so I will not have to do it all at one time. That plan was an epic fail. I am sitting at my desk with three hours until the dead line and I do not have a clue what to write about. I know it will come to me I just wish I would be able to know what I am going to write about before I sit down. I think that will come in time though. It would be bad if I got writers block while I am struggle to write these one thousand words.
When we had to make the profile of someone in our class my partner, Maggie, asked me if I listened to music when I do my work. I told her no because I always end up signing and I get even more distracted from my work. Since then though, I have tried to listen to music a few times while I am doing my work, and I actually like doing my work better with music more than I like doing it without music. I am listening to Pandora Radio as I am writing this blog. I have never used it before, and I do not know how to feel about it yet. It plays some songs I do not want to listen to, but I have skipped to many so I can no longer skip other songs. I think it is weird that their listens does not allow people to skip over all the songs they want. I do like that it plays different things and not just the same artist over and over again. I think Pandora Radio would be good for a party if, for some reason, no one had music you could use it to play any genre of music you would like. While I am writing this blog I have created a few different stations and I am able to go from country, to rap, to Elton John. I enjoy jumping around the genres because I get tired easily of the same kind of music unless I know the words to what I am listening to.
For the most part I like all music, but there are a few genres that are extremely annoying to me. The heavy metal, screaming music frustrates me. I do not understand how people like someone screaming into a microphone. When people do that you cannot understand a word they are saying. At least in rap you can understand it if you are paying attention to the words. I do not like bluegrass because it has too much twang. I am not into whatever genre Brittany Spears in considered being a part of. Her music is too annoying and you can not relate to it at all. I think for music to be considered as “good” it has to be able to relate to people. If the words cannot mean anything to someone, then what is the point of the song? Have a good beat that you can dance too? I understand that not all music that you like is not going to mean something to you, but maybe there are a few songs in that genre that do mean something to you. I also understand that there are some songs that you listen to because it does have a good beat, but you can still relate to it. Maybe the tempo matches the mood you are in. I know when I am in a good mood I like listening to rap because a lot of the beats are fast and upbeat, or I will listen to country music that is upbeat.
I think that the songs that are making fun of other songs are good. I feel like that genre of music puts people in a good mood. I was at a Christian concert a few years ago and there was a band that would take secular songs and make it a Christian song. I cannot remember what their band’s name was, but they were really good.
So Sarah got a text from one of my best friends last Thursday saying, “When you get a chance away from James I need to talk to you.” I wondered what he would need to talk to her about that he could not tell me so I knew it had to be a surprise. So all day I thought about what it could be. I he text me later that night saying he needed to talk to me tomorrow. So Friday I text him and he never text me back, so I called him and he said he was driving so he could not text. I asked him what he wanted to talk about, but he just said we will talk later tonight. I said ok, I was fine with that, but as we were saying goodbye, he said, “I will see you tonight. I mean I will talk to you tonight. No! I will see you tonight we can Skype.” After I hung up I knew that he was going to be coming up to Tech to visit me and a few other people from our school. Sarah was not happy that I figured out the surprise, but she got over it after a while. So this weekend I spent my time with my friend Keith, playing tennis, going to parties and just hanging out. It was nice to see him since I had not seen him since I left to come here. He left today at one. He really liked it here so he is thinking of transferring her form Old Dominion University. He came with another one of our friends from Smithfield, Trevor, and he also wants to transfer here from Old Dominion. I really enjoyed see Keith and Trevor, and I am glad I got to spend this weekend with them. I wish they would have come on a different weekend though. I had a lot of school work I needed to get done. It will be fine though. It will just be a couple of late nights here the next few days.
When we had to make the profile of someone in our class my partner, Maggie, asked me if I listened to music when I do my work. I told her no because I always end up signing and I get even more distracted from my work. Since then though, I have tried to listen to music a few times while I am doing my work, and I actually like doing my work better with music more than I like doing it without music. I am listening to Pandora Radio as I am writing this blog. I have never used it before, and I do not know how to feel about it yet. It plays some songs I do not want to listen to, but I have skipped to many so I can no longer skip other songs. I think it is weird that their listens does not allow people to skip over all the songs they want. I do like that it plays different things and not just the same artist over and over again. I think Pandora Radio would be good for a party if, for some reason, no one had music you could use it to play any genre of music you would like. While I am writing this blog I have created a few different stations and I am able to go from country, to rap, to Elton John. I enjoy jumping around the genres because I get tired easily of the same kind of music unless I know the words to what I am listening to.
For the most part I like all music, but there are a few genres that are extremely annoying to me. The heavy metal, screaming music frustrates me. I do not understand how people like someone screaming into a microphone. When people do that you cannot understand a word they are saying. At least in rap you can understand it if you are paying attention to the words. I do not like bluegrass because it has too much twang. I am not into whatever genre Brittany Spears in considered being a part of. Her music is too annoying and you can not relate to it at all. I think for music to be considered as “good” it has to be able to relate to people. If the words cannot mean anything to someone, then what is the point of the song? Have a good beat that you can dance too? I understand that not all music that you like is not going to mean something to you, but maybe there are a few songs in that genre that do mean something to you. I also understand that there are some songs that you listen to because it does have a good beat, but you can still relate to it. Maybe the tempo matches the mood you are in. I know when I am in a good mood I like listening to rap because a lot of the beats are fast and upbeat, or I will listen to country music that is upbeat.
I think that the songs that are making fun of other songs are good. I feel like that genre of music puts people in a good mood. I was at a Christian concert a few years ago and there was a band that would take secular songs and make it a Christian song. I cannot remember what their band’s name was, but they were really good.
So Sarah got a text from one of my best friends last Thursday saying, “When you get a chance away from James I need to talk to you.” I wondered what he would need to talk to her about that he could not tell me so I knew it had to be a surprise. So all day I thought about what it could be. I he text me later that night saying he needed to talk to me tomorrow. So Friday I text him and he never text me back, so I called him and he said he was driving so he could not text. I asked him what he wanted to talk about, but he just said we will talk later tonight. I said ok, I was fine with that, but as we were saying goodbye, he said, “I will see you tonight. I mean I will talk to you tonight. No! I will see you tonight we can Skype.” After I hung up I knew that he was going to be coming up to Tech to visit me and a few other people from our school. Sarah was not happy that I figured out the surprise, but she got over it after a while. So this weekend I spent my time with my friend Keith, playing tennis, going to parties and just hanging out. It was nice to see him since I had not seen him since I left to come here. He left today at one. He really liked it here so he is thinking of transferring her form Old Dominion University. He came with another one of our friends from Smithfield, Trevor, and he also wants to transfer here from Old Dominion. I really enjoyed see Keith and Trevor, and I am glad I got to spend this weekend with them. I wish they would have come on a different weekend though. I had a lot of school work I needed to get done. It will be fine though. It will just be a couple of late nights here the next few days.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Blog 2
As I was complaining to Sarah about having to write my blog today, I realized that I am making it extremely difficult on myself. If would just start Monday and write a little bit every day before it is due, then I would not have so much work to due on Sunday. So my plan for the rest of the semester is to write a little bit every day about something, anything that comes to mind, but until then I am going to ramble.
I am writing this blog while I am in mild pain. When I went to sit down in my desk chair I hit my head on my loft. I think it hurt so badly because I was not expecting it and I just turned around and hit my head. To make things worse two of my friends were in the room, Chad and Zach. They could tell it hurt because they did not laugh at all which I am highly surprised about and rather impressed. So if something does not make since in this blog, blame it on my head hurting and not my lack of writing skills.
This weekend I went to Smithfield because my girlfriend, Sarah, wanted to see her parents. So I being the amazing boyfriend I am, decided to take her home this weekend. When I got home I expected to feel like I was at home and feel that comforting feeling that you have when you are home. As soon as I pulled in the driveway I knew that it would not be the same. I felt like I was visiting my grandparents, and I did not feel like I was home at all. To my surprise Sarah felt the same way. While I was getting ready for bed I thought to myself: “Why do I not feel at home?” I had my answer quick. I am growing up and 30 Faye Drive is no longer my home. My new home is Blacksburg, Virginia. I know it sounds corning and stupid, but when I got to my dorm room I felt a since of relief to be back. I felt like I was home.
Although I did not feel at home, I enjoyed seeing my parents and spending time with them. When I got home I was greeted in the driveway with my mom’s smiling face. She knew I was going to bring my laundry, but she had to pretend like she did not expect me too. That night my parents, Mike and Susan, and I watch some of the US Open and talked and enjoyed each other’s company. They asked all the expected questions: “How is college life?” How are classes?” “Are you going to enjoy it there?” ,and the big question “Have you been to any parties?” The answers to these questions are very simple” “Good,” “They are okay,” “Yes,” and “Of course not, a good Christian boy like me would not indulge in such behavior!” Then I quickly changed the subject. I do miss my parents, but it is nice to be on my own and to be completely responsible for everything that I do.
On Saturday we just bummed around the house. My dad and I washed his truck and my car, both of which need to be cleaned badly. I had to use compound to get some kind of glue off the bottom of my car. The finger I used to scrub is a little sore and is sensitive to anything touching it, so I am being careful not to hit it too hard while I am typing. My mom and I took some food to a family down the road whose mom had just gotten out of the hospital. That night we watch Sharipova get beat by a seventeen year old American named Oundia. We also watched one of the stupidest movies I have ever seen. If you ever have a chance to watch the Mist, come up with a good lie to get you out of watching it. It was suppose to be scaring, but I did not jump once and I laughed at how stupid people were. Then we had to watch a horrific and terrible thing on television. Virginia Tech loose to Alabama. It would have been fine if we lost if we played well, but we played horrible last night. I looked like our players gave up in the last quarter. It was nice to see that someone from my high school play well. Dyrell Roberts played pretty well.
Before I left today, I got to see one of my friends who is going to James Madison University. Daniel, who has been one of my best friends since I moved to Smithfield in ninth grade, stopped by my house this morning. It was nice seeing him. We talked about school some, questioned each other why we were back so soon, and had our awkward man hug. I said my goodbyes to my parents and then pick up Sarah, where her parents tried to pressure me into coming back every week, but they we just joking around. After I picked up Sarah we started on our long five and a half hour drive back to Virginia Tech.
The weekend was good, but I will miss my parents and I do miss the feeling of being at home when I am actually home. I am comforted by the support from my parents and knowing that I can always depend on them whenever I need them.
I am looking forward to this week. We do not have English class. Not that I do not like the class, it will just give me more time to get things done and to work on this fabulous paper we have been assigned. I am not sure if Julia reads all of our blogs, but I hope she does not take that as sucking up to her. Well I am excited to start next week’s blog tomorrow and I will try to make it enjoyable or someone to read. I hope everyone’s weekend was great.
Go Hokies!!!!!!!!!
I am writing this blog while I am in mild pain. When I went to sit down in my desk chair I hit my head on my loft. I think it hurt so badly because I was not expecting it and I just turned around and hit my head. To make things worse two of my friends were in the room, Chad and Zach. They could tell it hurt because they did not laugh at all which I am highly surprised about and rather impressed. So if something does not make since in this blog, blame it on my head hurting and not my lack of writing skills.
This weekend I went to Smithfield because my girlfriend, Sarah, wanted to see her parents. So I being the amazing boyfriend I am, decided to take her home this weekend. When I got home I expected to feel like I was at home and feel that comforting feeling that you have when you are home. As soon as I pulled in the driveway I knew that it would not be the same. I felt like I was visiting my grandparents, and I did not feel like I was home at all. To my surprise Sarah felt the same way. While I was getting ready for bed I thought to myself: “Why do I not feel at home?” I had my answer quick. I am growing up and 30 Faye Drive is no longer my home. My new home is Blacksburg, Virginia. I know it sounds corning and stupid, but when I got to my dorm room I felt a since of relief to be back. I felt like I was home.
Although I did not feel at home, I enjoyed seeing my parents and spending time with them. When I got home I was greeted in the driveway with my mom’s smiling face. She knew I was going to bring my laundry, but she had to pretend like she did not expect me too. That night my parents, Mike and Susan, and I watch some of the US Open and talked and enjoyed each other’s company. They asked all the expected questions: “How is college life?” How are classes?” “Are you going to enjoy it there?” ,and the big question “Have you been to any parties?” The answers to these questions are very simple” “Good,” “They are okay,” “Yes,” and “Of course not, a good Christian boy like me would not indulge in such behavior!” Then I quickly changed the subject. I do miss my parents, but it is nice to be on my own and to be completely responsible for everything that I do.
On Saturday we just bummed around the house. My dad and I washed his truck and my car, both of which need to be cleaned badly. I had to use compound to get some kind of glue off the bottom of my car. The finger I used to scrub is a little sore and is sensitive to anything touching it, so I am being careful not to hit it too hard while I am typing. My mom and I took some food to a family down the road whose mom had just gotten out of the hospital. That night we watch Sharipova get beat by a seventeen year old American named Oundia. We also watched one of the stupidest movies I have ever seen. If you ever have a chance to watch the Mist, come up with a good lie to get you out of watching it. It was suppose to be scaring, but I did not jump once and I laughed at how stupid people were. Then we had to watch a horrific and terrible thing on television. Virginia Tech loose to Alabama. It would have been fine if we lost if we played well, but we played horrible last night. I looked like our players gave up in the last quarter. It was nice to see that someone from my high school play well. Dyrell Roberts played pretty well.
Before I left today, I got to see one of my friends who is going to James Madison University. Daniel, who has been one of my best friends since I moved to Smithfield in ninth grade, stopped by my house this morning. It was nice seeing him. We talked about school some, questioned each other why we were back so soon, and had our awkward man hug. I said my goodbyes to my parents and then pick up Sarah, where her parents tried to pressure me into coming back every week, but they we just joking around. After I picked up Sarah we started on our long five and a half hour drive back to Virginia Tech.
The weekend was good, but I will miss my parents and I do miss the feeling of being at home when I am actually home. I am comforted by the support from my parents and knowing that I can always depend on them whenever I need them.
I am looking forward to this week. We do not have English class. Not that I do not like the class, it will just give me more time to get things done and to work on this fabulous paper we have been assigned. I am not sure if Julia reads all of our blogs, but I hope she does not take that as sucking up to her. Well I am excited to start next week’s blog tomorrow and I will try to make it enjoyable or someone to read. I hope everyone’s weekend was great.
Go Hokies!!!!!!!!!
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