I can still remember that it was the first snow of the winter in Baltimore. Come to think of it, it was the first snow of the new MILLENIUM in Baltimore. That’s something to get your head around. I was out playing in the snow with “the girls from Australia”. That’s what I remember them as. They were making snow angels and were ecstatic because they had never seen snow in their entire lives. I was giddy! That’s quite an adjective. My parents had just bought my brother and me the new Backstreet Boys album “Millennium” which totally blew my mind. So catchy and yet meaningful! Maybe that fleeting sense of euphoria was simply to prepare me for the news. That morning my parents told me that we would be visiting Charlottesville in the spring. I didn’t really care though. Why should I care about us visiting Charlottesville? I had visited the Zoo before, don’t get me wrong the Zoo rocked, but it wasn’t life changing. Little did I know we would be visiting the house we were moving in to. Those tricksy parents of mine fooled me again.
That spring I remember that my Brother and I had acquired a good amount of gifts from my parents. I grew even more suspicious when my parents announced that we would be getting a new television AND a Playstation. After that my parents finally officially announced that we would be moving to Charlottesville, Virginia that summer. I was shockingly apathetic to the situation.
I was trying desperately to find my pre-pre-teen angst but I just couldn’t find it. I wasn’t mad at my parents I just felt empty like I was supposed to be feeling something. But after a while it began to sink in. I felt like when if I left the city then that part of my soul would die. I loved that city with my whole heart, I didn’t even mind that much that we lived in what the white people here would call Da Hood. We lived in the artsy part of the Hood though, that’s different. So whenever someone says that I’m the whitest person in the room which happens a lot and is totally false I say “Get Back! You know the show The Wire ? That’s based on my exploits as a 6 year old!”I even thought it comical that our car got stolen about once a month. One time some dude broke into our car and stole my sisters diaper bag. THAT was awesome. We all found it hilarious because instead of the hoodlum getting the good kind of Booty he got the, well you know, bad kind. Talk about Karma.
My dad was a professor at Loyola College in Baltimore. His book “Gods Longs Summer” got some attention (he won some fancy award) and as a result the University of Virginia was interested in him. Obviously he got the job and that is why we moved to Charlottesville. I was frustrated that I would have to leave my life and best friend Claire (we were also going to get married). I was also hopeful because my parents promised a better life.
I remember in that summer of 2000 the single “Wonderful” by Everclear was blasting on the radio everywhere I went. Wonderful was on the radio driving away from those shiny, perfect blue buildings. Wonderful was ringing in my ears as I moved into my new room. Man, my heart still skips a beat whenever I hear that song. “I want the things that I had before, like a star wars poster on my bedroom door. I wish I could count to ten and make everything wonderful again.” With the refrain “Please don’t tell me everything is wonderful now!”. The whole song has been imprinted into my soul and the tune is still in the back of my head. I was saying the same thing to my parents; please don’t tell me that everything is wonderful now.
My first impression of Charlottesville was that there were many attractive ladies jogging around my neighborhood. That part wasn’t too bad after all. I was curious. Why is everyone running? Are they running from something? I didn’t really have any expectations of Charlottesville though and it didn’t sink in that we were moving until it was too late to protest. Only that my parents promised that our house would be bigger, education would be better and that we would not get our stuff jacked all the time. Ironically enough the very first month that we moved here some chump broke into our house and stole my mom’s purse. He was apparently an idiot because he left it all in our back yard. That kills two birds with one stone. He was uneducated and a criminal.
My dad knew some professor at UVA who had a kid my age so I met him before school started. I felt pure excitement; little did I know he would be one of my best friends of my childhood. He liked Pokemon and Harry Potter books. What could go wrong? With the smell of hot rubber cascading through the hot August mid-day he introduced me to his friends Michael, Travis and Paolo. I remember the first thing Michael said to me was “its monkey business” when he was on the monkey bars. For some reason I thought that it was really funny. Travis struck me as a funny looking guy. That was my impression of him. You can tell him I said that too. That leads us to Paolo, the over-emotional Italian –Israeli. He was always whining or laughing about something. Never the middle ground. I was best friends with all of them within 10 minutes. I was immersed in relief and excitement for the promising future awaiting me. It was a good first day of school.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Monday, September 22, 2008
Emotions Paper Draft 2
I can still remember that it was the first snow of the winter in Baltimore. Come to think of it, it was the first snow of the new MILLENIUM in Baltimore. That’s something to get your head around. I was out playing in the snow with “the girls from Australia”. That’s what I remember them as. They were making snow angels and were ecstatic because they had never seen snow in their entire lives before (in case you didn’t know, it doesn’t snow much in Australia, NO I don’t mean Austria even though I’ve made that mistake before). I was giddy! That’s quite an adjective. My parents had just bought my brother and me the new Backstreet Boys album “Millennium” which totally blew my mind. So catchy and yet meaningful! Maybe that was to prepare me for that was the morning my parents told me that we would be visiting Charlottesville in the spring. I didn’t really care though. Why should I care about us visiting Charlottesville? I had visited the Zoo before, don’t get me wrong the Zoo rocked, but it wasn’t life changing. Little did I know we would be visiting the house we were moving in to. Those tricksy parents of mine fooled me again.
That spring I remember that my brother and I had acquired a good amount of gifts from my parents. I grew even more suspicious when my parents announced that we would be getting a new television AND a Playstation. After that my parents finally officially announced that we would be moving to Charlottesville, Virginia that summer. I was shockingly apathetic to the situation.
I was trying desperately to find my pre-pre-teen angst but I just couldn’t find it. I wasn’t mad at my parents I just felt empty like I was supposed to be feeling something. But after a while it began to sink in. I felt like when if I left the city then that part of my soul would die. I loved that city with my whole heart, I didn’t even mind that much that we lived in what the white people here would call Da Hood. We lived in the artsy part of the Hood though, that’s different. So whenever someone says that I’m the whitest person in the room which happens a lot and is totally false I say “Get Back! You know the show The Wire ? That’s based on my exploits as a 6 year old!”I even thought it comical that our car got stolen about once a month. One time some dude broke into our car and stole my sisters diaper bag. THAT was awesome. We all found it hilarious because instead of the hoodlum getting the good kind of Booty he got the, well you know, bad kind. Talk about Karma.
My dad was a professor at Loyola College in Baltimore. His book “Gods Longs Summer” got some attention (he won some fancy award) and as a result the University of Virginia was interested in him. Obviously he got the job and that is why we moved to Charlottesville. I was frustrated that I would have to leave my life and best friend Claire (we were also going to get married). I was also hopeful because my parents promised a better life.
I remember in that summer of 2000 the single “Wonderful” by Everclear was blasting on the radio everywhere I went. Wonderful was on the radio driving away from those shiny, perfect blue buildings. Wonderful was ringing in my ears as I moved into my new room. Man, my heart still skips a beat whenever I hear that song. “I want the things that I had before, like a star wars poster on my bedroom door. I wish I could count to ten and make everything wonderful again.” With the refrain “Please don’t tell me everything is wonderful now!”. The whole song has been imprinted into my soul and the tune is still in the back of my head. I was saying the same thing to my parents, please don’t tell me that everything is wonderful now.
My first impression of Charlottesville was that there were many attractive ladies jogging around my neighborhood. That part wasn’t too bad after all. I was curious. Why is everyone running? Are they running from something? I didn’t really have any expectations of Charlottesville though and it didn’t sink in that we were moving until it was too late to protest. Only that my parents promised that our house would be bigger, education would be better and that we would not get our stuff jacked all the time. Ironically enough the very first month that we moved here some chump broke into our house and stole my mom’s purse. He was apparently an idiot because he left it all in our back yard. That kills two birds with one stone. He was a moron and a criminal. Maybe it was just for kicks.
My dad knew some professor at UVA who had a kid my age so I met him before school started. I felt pure excitement; little did I know he would be one of my best friends of my childhood. He liked Pokemon and Harry Potter books. What could go wrong? With the smell of hot rubber cascading through the hot August mid-day he introduced me to his friends Michael, Travis and Paolo. I remember the first thing Michael said to me was “its monkey business” when he was on the monkey bars. For some reason I thought that it was really funny. Travis struck me as a funny looking guy. That was my impression of him. You can tell him I said that too. That leads us to Paolo, the over-emotional Italian –Israeli. He was always whining or laughing about something. Never the middle ground. I was best friends with all of them within 10 minutes. It was a good first day of school. Relief and excitement for the future awaiting my swept throughout my entire being.
That spring I remember that my brother and I had acquired a good amount of gifts from my parents. I grew even more suspicious when my parents announced that we would be getting a new television AND a Playstation. After that my parents finally officially announced that we would be moving to Charlottesville, Virginia that summer. I was shockingly apathetic to the situation.
I was trying desperately to find my pre-pre-teen angst but I just couldn’t find it. I wasn’t mad at my parents I just felt empty like I was supposed to be feeling something. But after a while it began to sink in. I felt like when if I left the city then that part of my soul would die. I loved that city with my whole heart, I didn’t even mind that much that we lived in what the white people here would call Da Hood. We lived in the artsy part of the Hood though, that’s different. So whenever someone says that I’m the whitest person in the room which happens a lot and is totally false I say “Get Back! You know the show The Wire ? That’s based on my exploits as a 6 year old!”I even thought it comical that our car got stolen about once a month. One time some dude broke into our car and stole my sisters diaper bag. THAT was awesome. We all found it hilarious because instead of the hoodlum getting the good kind of Booty he got the, well you know, bad kind. Talk about Karma.
My dad was a professor at Loyola College in Baltimore. His book “Gods Longs Summer” got some attention (he won some fancy award) and as a result the University of Virginia was interested in him. Obviously he got the job and that is why we moved to Charlottesville. I was frustrated that I would have to leave my life and best friend Claire (we were also going to get married). I was also hopeful because my parents promised a better life.
I remember in that summer of 2000 the single “Wonderful” by Everclear was blasting on the radio everywhere I went. Wonderful was on the radio driving away from those shiny, perfect blue buildings. Wonderful was ringing in my ears as I moved into my new room. Man, my heart still skips a beat whenever I hear that song. “I want the things that I had before, like a star wars poster on my bedroom door. I wish I could count to ten and make everything wonderful again.” With the refrain “Please don’t tell me everything is wonderful now!”. The whole song has been imprinted into my soul and the tune is still in the back of my head. I was saying the same thing to my parents, please don’t tell me that everything is wonderful now.
My first impression of Charlottesville was that there were many attractive ladies jogging around my neighborhood. That part wasn’t too bad after all. I was curious. Why is everyone running? Are they running from something? I didn’t really have any expectations of Charlottesville though and it didn’t sink in that we were moving until it was too late to protest. Only that my parents promised that our house would be bigger, education would be better and that we would not get our stuff jacked all the time. Ironically enough the very first month that we moved here some chump broke into our house and stole my mom’s purse. He was apparently an idiot because he left it all in our back yard. That kills two birds with one stone. He was a moron and a criminal. Maybe it was just for kicks.
My dad knew some professor at UVA who had a kid my age so I met him before school started. I felt pure excitement; little did I know he would be one of my best friends of my childhood. He liked Pokemon and Harry Potter books. What could go wrong? With the smell of hot rubber cascading through the hot August mid-day he introduced me to his friends Michael, Travis and Paolo. I remember the first thing Michael said to me was “its monkey business” when he was on the monkey bars. For some reason I thought that it was really funny. Travis struck me as a funny looking guy. That was my impression of him. You can tell him I said that too. That leads us to Paolo, the over-emotional Italian –Israeli. He was always whining or laughing about something. Never the middle ground. I was best friends with all of them within 10 minutes. It was a good first day of school. Relief and excitement for the future awaiting my swept throughout my entire being.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
What the New Millenium brought
I can still remember that it was the first snow of the winter in Baltimore. Come to think of it, it was the first snow of the new MILLENIUM in Baltimore. That’s something to get your head around. I was out playing in the snow with “the girls from Australia”. That’s what I remember them as. They were making snow angels and were ecstatic because they had never seen snow in their entire lives before (in case you didn’t know, it doesn’t snow much in Australia, NO I don’t mean Austria even though I’ve made that mistake before). That was the morning my parents told me that we would be visiting Charlottesville in the spring. I didn’t really care. Why should I care about us visiting Charlottesville? I had visited the Zoo before, don’t get me wrong the Zoo rocked, but it wasn’t life changing. Little did I know we would be visiting the house we were moving in to. Those tricksy parents of mine fooled me again.
That spring I remember that my brother and I had acquired a good amount of gifts from my parents. I grew even more suspicious when my parents announced that we would be getting a new television AND a Playstation. After that my parents finally officially announced that we would be moving to Charlottesville, Virginia that summer. I was shockingly apathetic to the situation.
I was trying desperately to find my pre-pre-teen angst but I just couldn’t find it. I wasn’t mad at my parents I just felt empty. I felt like when if I left the city then that part of my soul would die. I loved that city with my whole heart, I didn’t even mind that much that we lived in what the white people here would call Da Hood. We lived in the artsy part of the Hood though, that’s different. So whenever someone says that I’m the whitest person in the room which happens a lot and is totally false I say “Get Back! You know the show The Wire ? That’s based on my exploits as a 6 year old!”I even thought it comical that our car got stolen about once a month. One time some dude broke into our car and stole my sisters diaper bag. THAT was awesome. Talk about Karma.
My dad was a professor at Loyola College in Baltimore. His book “Gods Longs Summer” got some attention (he won some fancy award) and as a result the University of Virginia was interested in him. Obviously he got the job and that is why we moved to Charlottesville.
My first impression of Charlottesville was that there were many attractive ladies jogging around my neighborhood. That part wasn’t too bad after all. I didn’t really have any expectations of Charlottesville though and it didn’t sink in that we were moving until it was too late to protest. Only that my parents promised that our house would be bigger, education would be better and that we would not get our stuff jacked all the time. Ironically enough the very first month that we moved here some chump broke into our house and stole my mom’s purse. He was apparently an idiot because he left it all in our back yard. That kills two birds with one stone. He was a moron and a criminal. Maybe it was just for kicks.
My dad knew some professor at UVA who had a kid my age so I met him before school started. He liked Pokemon and Harry Potter books. What could go wrong? He introduced me to his friends Michael, Travis and Paolo. I remember the first thing Michael said to me was “its monkey business” when he was on the monkey bars. For some reason I thought that it was really funny. Travis struck me as a funny looking guy. That was my impression of him. You can tell him I said that too. That leads us to Paolo, the over-emotional Italian –Israeli. He was always whining or laughing about something. Never the middle ground. I was best friends with all of them within 10 minutes. It was a good first day of school.
That spring I remember that my brother and I had acquired a good amount of gifts from my parents. I grew even more suspicious when my parents announced that we would be getting a new television AND a Playstation. After that my parents finally officially announced that we would be moving to Charlottesville, Virginia that summer. I was shockingly apathetic to the situation.
I was trying desperately to find my pre-pre-teen angst but I just couldn’t find it. I wasn’t mad at my parents I just felt empty. I felt like when if I left the city then that part of my soul would die. I loved that city with my whole heart, I didn’t even mind that much that we lived in what the white people here would call Da Hood. We lived in the artsy part of the Hood though, that’s different. So whenever someone says that I’m the whitest person in the room which happens a lot and is totally false I say “Get Back! You know the show The Wire ? That’s based on my exploits as a 6 year old!”I even thought it comical that our car got stolen about once a month. One time some dude broke into our car and stole my sisters diaper bag. THAT was awesome. Talk about Karma.
My dad was a professor at Loyola College in Baltimore. His book “Gods Longs Summer” got some attention (he won some fancy award) and as a result the University of Virginia was interested in him. Obviously he got the job and that is why we moved to Charlottesville.
My first impression of Charlottesville was that there were many attractive ladies jogging around my neighborhood. That part wasn’t too bad after all. I didn’t really have any expectations of Charlottesville though and it didn’t sink in that we were moving until it was too late to protest. Only that my parents promised that our house would be bigger, education would be better and that we would not get our stuff jacked all the time. Ironically enough the very first month that we moved here some chump broke into our house and stole my mom’s purse. He was apparently an idiot because he left it all in our back yard. That kills two birds with one stone. He was a moron and a criminal. Maybe it was just for kicks.
My dad knew some professor at UVA who had a kid my age so I met him before school started. He liked Pokemon and Harry Potter books. What could go wrong? He introduced me to his friends Michael, Travis and Paolo. I remember the first thing Michael said to me was “its monkey business” when he was on the monkey bars. For some reason I thought that it was really funny. Travis struck me as a funny looking guy. That was my impression of him. You can tell him I said that too. That leads us to Paolo, the over-emotional Italian –Israeli. He was always whining or laughing about something. Never the middle ground. I was best friends with all of them within 10 minutes. It was a good first day of school.
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