Technically I'm a sophomore from AP credit. But whatever.
Signed my name on my class banner as "A-Money Glazed Donut G-Rated WHAT?!"
Wrote on a paper that I want to be a rapper when I grow up.
Talked with at least 5 perfect strangers about Mumford & Sons (the t-shirt I bought for a ridiculous price was definitely worth it).
My brother laughs because I am a freshman and he is not.
He is in high school.
I did all these things.
Like a boss.
So ready for this.
Oh, wait, I need to buy groceries...
Friday, August 24, 2012
Monday, August 6, 2012
Traffic School (of sorts)
Have you ever been driving behind someone really really slow, and you can tell the people behind you are agitated, and you wish you had some way to say,
"It's not my fault, it's the people in front of me!"
This happened today. My car is pretty short, and I was behind a truck. I took some comfort in the fact that the people behind me could probably see that the car causing the granny pace was not me, but in fact, the truck in front of me.
"Come on Chevy, I've got places to be," I thought. (Except I thought "chevy" with a "ch" sound, not a "sh" just a little something that you didn't really need to know).
But then, going around a curve, the edge of a gray sedan poked out into view, in front of the truck.
Do you see what I'm trying to say here? I was begrudging the car in front of me, hoping the cars behind me would see that the blame was to be directed towards that nasty ol' Chevrolet. But the person driving the truck was probably thinking the same thing, knowing that the cars behind him couldn't see who was really holding up the line.
I know I might be taking a lot from a tiny little experience here, but it was an eye-opening moment for me. We need to give other people the benefit of the doubt, especially when we are hoping for it ourselves. We even need to give the real slow driver a break, because we can't see what they see in front of them either.
It applies to life, too. I bet you can figure it out.
"It's not my fault, it's the people in front of me!"
This happened today. My car is pretty short, and I was behind a truck. I took some comfort in the fact that the people behind me could probably see that the car causing the granny pace was not me, but in fact, the truck in front of me.
"Come on Chevy, I've got places to be," I thought. (Except I thought "chevy" with a "ch" sound, not a "sh" just a little something that you didn't really need to know).
But then, going around a curve, the edge of a gray sedan poked out into view, in front of the truck.
Do you see what I'm trying to say here? I was begrudging the car in front of me, hoping the cars behind me would see that the blame was to be directed towards that nasty ol' Chevrolet. But the person driving the truck was probably thinking the same thing, knowing that the cars behind him couldn't see who was really holding up the line.
I know I might be taking a lot from a tiny little experience here, but it was an eye-opening moment for me. We need to give other people the benefit of the doubt, especially when we are hoping for it ourselves. We even need to give the real slow driver a break, because we can't see what they see in front of them either.
It applies to life, too. I bet you can figure it out.
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