Weekend in C-town
My friend Ashley got hitched and when she invited me this summer I
decided that my first order of business was the get together the money
to come home for it. In hindsight, that was a fabulous idea. I'd been
away from home for about a month and it was about time to come back to
Claremont.
When I decided to go to school in Clemson, I think a lot of people assumed it was because I wasn't close to my family or I didn't like C-town. But the actual reason is quite the opposite. I love New Hampshire, I love my family and am incredibly close to them and because of all that, I knew I had to leave to give myself a chance to experience something besides that. I think I'd be content to stay in C-town, go to all my cousin's games, keep the same friends, and do all the things I've come to love doing the first eighteen years of my life. With all that being said, I'm seriously considering counting myself on the five year plan and spending a semester abroad. The distance means I love you!
Now for the weekend update. Tons of fun at the wedding. I got Midori Sours, my favorite drink ever. I boogeyed down and showed off my newly acquired dancing skills. And I got someone to spin me for the better part of the night. Fun times. The bride got sufficiently hammered and left the next morning with a hangover to the Pocanos. I came back to organic chemistry....
I visited my family too which is always fun. My aunt got a new house which is huge and pretty and will be the future site of Thanksgivings which thrills me to no end (No more dishes!). It was decided in a conference that immediately following Thanksgiving will be a DDR (dance dance revolution) contest which doesn't end until someone throws up. I'm banking on one of the little kids going down first.
I got to teach my cousins (aged 5, 3, and 1) how to tackle rugby style. Before you get riled up about me teaching little boys how to tackle, bear in mind that it doesn't involve kicking, punching, or biting. I think tackling is fairly tame compared to what those boys pull.
The oldest, Sam, informed me that he didn't lose and cheated his way through "Going Fishin'" and "Candyland" to prove it. Jack, the youngest, has stopped drooling and now likes to bite, which is actually an okay trade off. And Anthony, the middle one, is still adorable but complete trouble.
Finally, I got to decide not to go apple picking because it was too cold and instead just buy the apples at the place and make pies with my nona. My parents came home so I got to see them for about four hours before boarding the flight from hell.
I'm not going into details because I'm saving it for the angry letter to US Airways I plan to send but to sum it up, I got half-freaking-way to Greenville when the flight got turned around, I got claustrophobic when we got stuck on the plane for over an hour and everyone was coughing, and I hate airport food with a passion.
When I decided to go to school in Clemson, I think a lot of people assumed it was because I wasn't close to my family or I didn't like C-town. But the actual reason is quite the opposite. I love New Hampshire, I love my family and am incredibly close to them and because of all that, I knew I had to leave to give myself a chance to experience something besides that. I think I'd be content to stay in C-town, go to all my cousin's games, keep the same friends, and do all the things I've come to love doing the first eighteen years of my life. With all that being said, I'm seriously considering counting myself on the five year plan and spending a semester abroad. The distance means I love you!
Now for the weekend update. Tons of fun at the wedding. I got Midori Sours, my favorite drink ever. I boogeyed down and showed off my newly acquired dancing skills. And I got someone to spin me for the better part of the night. Fun times. The bride got sufficiently hammered and left the next morning with a hangover to the Pocanos. I came back to organic chemistry....
I visited my family too which is always fun. My aunt got a new house which is huge and pretty and will be the future site of Thanksgivings which thrills me to no end (No more dishes!). It was decided in a conference that immediately following Thanksgiving will be a DDR (dance dance revolution) contest which doesn't end until someone throws up. I'm banking on one of the little kids going down first.
I got to teach my cousins (aged 5, 3, and 1) how to tackle rugby style. Before you get riled up about me teaching little boys how to tackle, bear in mind that it doesn't involve kicking, punching, or biting. I think tackling is fairly tame compared to what those boys pull.
The oldest, Sam, informed me that he didn't lose and cheated his way through "Going Fishin'" and "Candyland" to prove it. Jack, the youngest, has stopped drooling and now likes to bite, which is actually an okay trade off. And Anthony, the middle one, is still adorable but complete trouble.
Finally, I got to decide not to go apple picking because it was too cold and instead just buy the apples at the place and make pies with my nona. My parents came home so I got to see them for about four hours before boarding the flight from hell.
I'm not going into details because I'm saving it for the angry letter to US Airways I plan to send but to sum it up, I got half-freaking-way to Greenville when the flight got turned around, I got claustrophobic when we got stuck on the plane for over an hour and everyone was coughing, and I hate airport food with a passion.