How bad is when someone cancels you an appointment? How do we feel when this happens. If an extreme occasion we understand, but this. I mean, there’s nothing wrong on it. My friend Melissa just got an email from her parents. Basically the short story here is: Tell your friends we feel really bad but we canceled your flight to Mexico. I’m so sorry baby you can’t go. What!?? I expressed myself like that when I heard about this, this phone call changed my mood immediately. Just because of fear of another nation she got restricted for some freedom and got surprised by the decisions her family just made. Bad, bad, bad I said. there’s nothing wrong in knowing other places. Every place is unsafe, dangerous, violent. There’s no perfect place. Even in Mexico, I mean, people don’t take a gun in the middle of the dining room on a high-school and start shooting everybody. That’s scary. A tragedy and I really wish it wouldn’t happen ever. But what I’m trying to say is that we shouldn’t stop things we would do for fear of something. I have a friend who is allergic to dairy products. If she eats or drinks or whatever something that has milk on it. She dies. Risky, but happily she keeps cream cheese on her fridge, of course she doesn’t eat it but she can’t live in a bubble all the time. I admire this. Life is not easy. Not even one day. We are always managing our time so everything fits “perfectly” in our daily plans. Who doesn’t. I’m sorry but if you try to live your live day by day, you won’t make it far. Some things have to be truly planned. Not love. But school, a degree, family support and parents pride. Parents who can one day just go and tell you: I’m sorry baby, you can’t go. I’m not a 100% free person, I will need to pay for me and some day for my own family. Until then Mom and dad are the decision makers. In my own hierarchy, family goes first than everything. The most important support I will ever have, are they, My parents
I wake up and I realize it’s raining outside. Ahg, I say to myself. Whatever! I have to go to my 11 am class. I wish I could skip it. I get dressed and leave my room at 10:55. I was gonna be late, my class is at the Art Center, theater, by the way. Walking towards the Art Center the only thing on my mind was, I want to sleep, I want to go to bed right now. I get to class, sit and tell myself: After class I’m going back to bed, well I’m stopping by Joe’s Cafe to grab express lunch. My class is over. Yehaw! At lower Callahan I think: If I find someone to go with I’ll go upstairs. 1 minute there, no one appeared. Joe’s Cafe then, ham and cheese please. Went back to my room. My wet jeans were annoying, I put my pajama pants on, turned the TV on and start eating. Yummy. It’s better than I thought it was. My roommate comes into the room, his girlfriend too. Goodnight I’m done eating. I nap from 1 to 4. Wake up at 4 and finish my article rough draft. It kinda sucks actually. It’s a rough draft, corrections are coming. Class is over now. Dinner time, 6 o clock. People started coming upstairs sitting with us. Special dinner tonight. Good thing, they try. I was in my own special mood, different from an own special world. I wasn’t upset at all. Even it was raining outside and how sad it was! People were looking gray. They had tears of dust on their cheeks slipping down. Ogre voices on them. They were complaining about EVERYTHING! Blaming all to weather and of course, Callahan food. They got me a little upset I need to say. If you don’t like the food don’t eat here! I kept that for myself. How easy it is to complain about food. Please next time just grab an apple, a bread put mayonnaise on eat, a slice of turkey and eat it. Simple. Anyways, they kept complaining, even my friend got mad at me because i told her to be happy. How bad is that someone gets mad at you when you tell her to get happy. In my opinion. Sad. I want to leave dinner now. Awkward. Let’s play racquetball tonight. My friend agreed. We left. But yeah whatever they complain about food, I complain about them.
Where to?
Moving around in a new city is never easy. I would say it’s something you learn while being there. Many places have different types of transportation. A good example of a transportation in a city is a cab, a taxi. My question is: someone travels to a place for the first time to New York City. Gets used to move around it on a cab and gets to know very well the city. Has a great time. When this someone goes to somewhere else, he needs to learn which is the Taxi on that city. I understand every culture is different but as tourism being a great income for all countries I think all cities should have the same color for cabs. Transportation is the first thing when traveling. What if this someone doesn’t even speak a language? I mean it’s really simple just to every cab be the same color. Same letters, TAXI. In Mexico, where I grew up. Taxis are green. But we not only have green ones, we have pinks, reds, used to have blues and keep on changing. I think this is just not working out, not even in the second biggest city in the world. Everything should be planned to be everyday easier. I think this could help a lot for tourism. We all need to know where to go, but more than where to go, how to go.
Summer of 08.
This is my fourth semester here, which means last was my third, but as I am a transfer student from Endicott Mexico this makes my 2nd semester here. My parents and I decided to make this awesome stop before school. New York. Great city, which I would go back, anytime I could. New York is expensive, but worth everyplace. Specifically I took a lot of pictures of our trip to the Statue of Liberty. The statue is full of history and unfortunately we couldn’t get in to it. But we did get to the island where I took most of my pictures. This one I have here I took it from the ferry that takes all the people to it. I think that as time goes on, the statue will need to have a lot of maintenance in the future. However will still be one of the most interesting places to go when visiting New York.
I find the easiest way to explain this term as checking abandoned cities. But choosing abandoned cities mean getting myself into a huge range of places. I decided to shorten it to abandoned things. But what makes curious and interesting my idea of abandoned is a how will it look? How would something look if it gets abandoned?
The first idea that came to my mind was about how would a train station will look as abandoned, or a classroom? And just with a mix of colors, I will deteriorate it as how I think it would look if abandoned. Pretty much that’s my idea of abandoned for this blog. I’ll be taking the pictures and then edit them to make them look as abandoned. What is the basic idea of abandoning? The word could mean similar words as leaving or even forgetting. It’s not that easy not to get confused.
Abandoned things have a certain look, which makes them look with less color on them; probably we can even determine that something abandoned could be smelly. I find really interesting on thinking about how things can be when they get abandoned. Editing my pictures is challenging and I’m certain that I don’t exactly know how it is supposed to look like.
