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Oh the places you'll go!

Here I am in an unfamiliar world of blogging.

First things first, I don't usually blog about life, world events, and other shenanigans. I'm the person that would listen to the media and talk to other people what do they think, how would they react and what they would do. It's quite fascinating that so many people on the planet has their own opinions, and there is always a different opinion that we would never even thought of before. Each person has their own opinions and their own stories to tell.

Let me tell you my story. 

It's the late fall of 2006 and the weather has swift cold winds and leaves are crumbling to the ground. A small yellow school bus pulls up to the drop off and I grab my backpack with a sigh and off to school I went. Wandering down the hallway of Grayslake North High School, I see bulletins of joining the Yearbook Club and I thought to myself, "That would be fun because I love writing and taking pictures, maybe later when I have the time."

Mid August of 2010, it was a humid day in Rochester, New York when I first got my dorm key for college. I was meeting my roommate, Sara Jane for the first time ever. She was coming from Toronto, Canada from seeing the Harry Potter exhibit with her family. (I was super jealous with her seeing the exhibit by the way) While setting up in my dorm room with her, I was feeling nervous, excited, scared, and so eager to start something new of my life and to share with my roommate as well. Few weeks later, we both went to our first official college class and while walking to my class, I saw a bulletin to join the 'Reporter" club. The 'Reporter' is the school's newspaper, kind of like New York Times or The Tribune but with less pages and with colors as well. It's more of a magazine feel with good articles and we all dislike this, it comes with ads. (ew) When I saw that bulletin, and I thought to myself, "That seems cool, working with a college newspaper. Maybe later."

Beginning of August 2015, it was a sweltering, parching sunny day in Paris, Texas, here I am, sitting on my iMac typing this up. A few of my friends has a blog, and I've read some and it got me thinking. "Why the hell didn't I join the Yearbook club in high school or the 'Reporter' club when I had the chance? What made me NOT want to join at that time?" Who knows. Maybe it wasn't my time, maybe today IS my time to start a blog. You only live one lifetime and it's more of why the hell not? It wouldn't hurt to start something new, something you haven't done before and who knows? Maybe I would like it. Oh, the places I'll go with this brand new blog and I'm thrilled to see where this goes.

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  1. UnknownJuly 31, 2015 at 7:37 PM

    I regret not working for CAB! I totally understand where you're coming from, but I look forward to seeing what you'll write about!

    Your next blog idea--how to be married? ;)

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