It definitely went way too fast. But that probably had more to do with my job than anything.
To sum it up, summer felt like it was fast, but I did a lot more stuff than I usually did. There were ups and downs, and I suppose that’s normal with any period of time. I didn’t draw a graph this time around, but I think I can remember everything I did, ups and downs alike. Just don’t expect me to get the order of it right.
As soon as I was done with school last May, I went up to Waterloo (my little sister accompanied me as well). I worked there as medical staff at the AAU basketball tournament there. I learned there that Canadians are freakin’ awesome, and that as an athletic trainer, you really do have to expect anything. Case in point; a man walked up to me and asked me if I had butterfly stitches. He had “a cut” and he wanted it taken care of. Upon lifting up his shirt, I discovered not a cut but a knife wound. My supplies were limited, and I did what I could to cover it. I told the guy “Go to the ER!” The funny thing is, 30 seconds after he walked away, I went to go look for him and he had completely disappeared.
A few days later, I got in the car with Mom, originally intending to drive down to Poughkeepsie and drop her off at the train station. In the end, I decided to take her down to Rye Brook, to the Hilton where the Democratic State Committee’s meeting was taking place. While there, we had lunch. The chicken quesadillas were the best I’ve ever had, and the guacamole was pure heaven!
At the end of May, I was in my first major car accident. I already told the story in an earlier blog post, so I’m not going to repeat myself. One thing’s for sure; I hope to God it never happens again.
An almost major up: a friend had told me that he might pay me $700 to drive his daughter’s car down to New Mexico! I was looking forward to it; I planned out the route, and even took a week off from work to go. But in the end, I didn’t. The daughter found a friend up in NY who would take the car down for her. So I took a week off for nothing, and didn’t get to go to New Mexico. It was probably to biggest letdown for me this summer.
Neither U.S. nor Brazil won the World Cup. Against all heavenly odds, Spain did. Thinking about it ticks me off. I swear, their run should’ve ended at their loss to Portugal…
This year’s DCDC dinner was superb. I became a sushi lover because of that dinner. And the resort that we had the event at was amazing. Looking forward to it next year. And everyone was apparently blown away by my rendition of the National Anthem. It seems no one actually knew I could sing…
Towards the end of summer, I got to work as medical staff at the Empire State Games. I met a LOT of really cool peers, and made a bunch of friends. Although I originally intended to, I never did get to go clubbing. Hopefully, I’ll have another opportunity to. I don’t want to have spent $60 on clubbing dresses for nothing.
I got my hair dyed; you can see the pic on my Facebook. It came out nice, though originally it was supposed to be more blonde, like a golden brown. Unfortunately, the ends didn’t take — as you went towards the root, the color grew more obvious. The stylist in the end bleached it, and as a result my hair pulled red. It’s very irritating. I’m going to try one more thing next time I get my hair dyed, and if that doesn’t work, I’m just going to give up trying to get my dream color. In the meantime, I’ve been experimenting with John Frieda to see if the color enhancing technology really works. It does look cool though; the ends are darker than the roots, so it kind of looks like a fade to black kind of thing.
Just this past weekend, me and the Fam went over to Hershey Park. I didn’t get to go on a couple of rides I wished I could’ve gone on but that’s okay. I feel like next time we have an outing, we ought to do something that everyone will enjoy, since Mom and David aren’t too fond of roller coasters. But since this was probably the last time that the entire family will be collectively spending time together, I doubt this will ever happen again.
I officially hate my job. I’m convinced that the manager hates my guts and wants me to quit. At least, I REALLY wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case, because of all the shit she’s been pulling. The only reason why she hasn’t fired me is because she can’t; I’m a good worker. So instead, she seems to have resorted to trying to piss me off enough to make me quit. And trust me, if I had another job, I definitely would. And when I get a better job, I will. I don’t want to be there anymore than she wants me to be there.
And so, now I’m back here. Classes start tomorrow, for me in particular — 9am. I moved in yesterday. Already I want to go back home. I’ll have to admit though, this Garden apartment is really nice. This will probably be the best living quarter I’ll have lived in my entire career here. I’ll take pictures once we’re definitely unpacked and cleaned up — provide to you a virtual tour of my “crib.” For now, I’m more focused on my lack of eating capabilities, at least at the dining hall. Since the Financial Aid folks screwed me over yet again, I can’t get a meal plan until I pay them 20 grand. You know, you’d think I’d grow to expect this at the beginning of every year, considering this shit has happened every year since freshman year. In any event, I’m looking forward to my Fall break in a month and a half.
To all my freshman friends; good luck! Steal tons of fruit from the dining hall. It helps!
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