Tuesday, August 30, 2011
8/30/11 7:13. Winchester VA. Home.
I think it's finally starting to hit me. I still seem unpredictably calm about the whole thing still. I think I'm too focused on when I'll come home, and how fast time will pass. I need to quit that attitude and embrace the now. I can't live in Hanoi, and think constantly of being home. In my past travels I've realized that no matter how strenuous the time gets, it will be gone, and missed. I need to live every second as it is precious.
I feel like just writing that last line and really thinking about it calmed my nerves. It's crazy that everyday flies by, and in a couple hours I'll be going to sleep; only to wake up and drive to the airport. Leaving everything behind is difficult to those who need the past, but we must rely on our futures.
I feel like just writing that last line and really thinking about it calmed my nerves. It's crazy that everyday flies by, and in a couple hours I'll be going to sleep; only to wake up and drive to the airport. Leaving everything behind is difficult to those who need the past, but we must rely on our futures.
Sunday, August 28, 2011
8/28/11 4:00 pm. Winchester Va. Home
What was going through their minds at this point?
Who took this photo? and what were they thinking?
What happened right after this was taken?
8/28/11 3:06 pm. Winchester Va. Home
Today I woke up in my Dads car with Spencer, and after a good start to the morning went to McDonald's for breakfast. There I witnessed a frustrated older woman walk up to the cashier; who was a young Latina girl, and disgracefully criticize the service she received. She claimed there was no reason her coffee should have taken so long, demanding to know if this poor girl had any fast food experience and finished her demonic tirade by repeatedly asking how much our victim makes an hour, walking away only after a dismayed "7.25" was muttered.
I wanted to know more than anything what that woman got out of her vicious act. Does it make her feel better about herself to mock those who make minimum wage? What incredible contributions can such a woman make in our society that gives her any right to be pompous? I watched this creature sip her all to late coffee with a smirk of pride, as the sun shone through the window on her wretched, wrinkled face. She was in no rush to finish, as a matter of fact, she walked out just after us; who arrived after her. Why then was she so insistent on getting her coffee on time? I don't understand people.
Moral of today: Patience is practical.
I wanted to know more than anything what that woman got out of her vicious act. Does it make her feel better about herself to mock those who make minimum wage? What incredible contributions can such a woman make in our society that gives her any right to be pompous? I watched this creature sip her all to late coffee with a smirk of pride, as the sun shone through the window on her wretched, wrinkled face. She was in no rush to finish, as a matter of fact, she walked out just after us; who arrived after her. Why then was she so insistent on getting her coffee on time? I don't understand people.
Moral of today: Patience is practical.
Saturday, August 27, 2011
8/27/11 8:18 pm. Winchester Va. Home.
Today I took an SAT in the morning in preparation for the one I have to take in October. I found it somewhat odd knowing that the next time I take this I'll be knee deep in my Vietnam adventure. I thought of how different the environment is going to be, and even my way of thinking. How am I supposed to feel going into something knowing it's going to be life altering to some degree? People talk of war stories all day, but what about the months, weeks, and days leading up to deployment? How did those people feel? My whole thing on it is to 'Just do.' I know there's no turning back now, so I can't be afraid, or nervous. The only thing I should feel is excitement and motivation.
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