Monday, September 12, 2011
In Remembrance..
And then there was that moment. A moment when I couldn’t help but realize the sunset setting down over the cornfields. The moment where I became observant and unusually quiet to the point where Duane thinks something is wrong. As I sat in that moment, I couldn’t help but to notice three marks in the sky. Of course it is no mystery as to what the marks were, just simply exhausts from multiple jets.
It was at that particular moment that I was taken back in time. Ten years ago on September 11, 2001, I remember my parents talking to me about the terrorist attacks after coming home from school. Of course, I was full of questions, mainly because I didn’t understand a lot of what had happened, just that we kept watching it over and over on T.V.. at school. To this day I remember my mom saying that her and my sister noticed two giant circles created in the sky from jet exhausts and moments later turning on the radio to hear one of the Twin Towers had been crashed in to.
By this time on our drive to Glenwood, Duane starts questioning what is wrong and what I was thinking about because I am never quiet for so long. To be honest, the only words that I could formulate were, “Do you think anything will happen tomorrow?” When Duane figured out that I meant 9/11, he gave his opinion and then asked for mine.
I honestly didn’t know how I felt. I prayed through my whole sudden realization that it had already been ten years later that nothing would happen, but I couldn’t help but think of the negative people that our world contains and how no matter how prepared we may be, we are never prepared enough.
Again, we went back to being quiet. I knew that even if the 10-year anniversary to September 11 was quickly approaching, that we as a country cannot always live in fear. If we fear one day, September 11, then we will constantly fear others.
As we ended the drive, we were backing to talking about every subject imaginable and went on as if the conversation didn’t make us stop and think.
Sunday, September 11, we attended church in Glenwood. As we drove to church, I again observed the surroundings outside of the car. I couldn’t help but to think how such a small town could show such great appreciation for our country, those who lost their lives that Tuesday morning and those service men and women who risk it all for our country so that we can be free.
As we drove down the town square I glanced down a street to my right. I noticed a fire truck blocking the street. Further down the street was another fire truck with a giant American Flag raised off the back.
Ten years ago, I was only twelve. Within a year of September 11, 2001 I was having the discussion with my parents about possibly joining the military when I graduated high school. We discussed the different branches, how school will benefit my career, how it is a solid career, the traveling options, the pros and the cons.
I specifically remember being in my dad’s truck with this conversation when my mom asked me why I was considering joining. My response was flashed back into my head on Sunday as I watched the American flag wave from the fire truck.
“I want to join to fight for our country. After September 11, I want to fight back.”
Innocent people were killed on that Tuesday morning. Families were torn apart and hero’s were made. I wanted to give back to those who lost and those who gave.
As we continue in this almost ten year long war on terrorism, I cannot express enough how grateful I am for the sacrifices being made for my freedom. There is not a day that goes by that I do not wish I could be there fighting for our Country. I am left hopeless and looking for an alternative, but is there an alternative?
I know some who survived 9/11, I know soldiers who have gone away to war, and I know soldiers who have paid the ultimate sacrifice.
I have not forgotten what we are fighting for, nor will I forget those who are fighting for me.
September 11 will mark a day in history for all of us. To the service men and women currently fighting, to those who paid the ultimate sacrifice, to the individuals lost on Tuesday morning and to the families standing brave through it all—Thank you.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
An Overdue Realization
My parents feared me going into high school. And even more when I turned sixteen. They just knew I would be a rebel child, constantly breaking curfew and getting into trouble. But, then they learned that they had nothing to fear. I was home every night hours before they told me to be home. I confessed everything to avoid getting into trouble and then I started just telling before I did something. Like, when I was eighteen and thought I would be a rebel and get a piercing—I chickened out and told my mom I was getting it before going.
I went from hanging out with a whole group of people, to only hanging out with one or two. I arranged my schedule to attend college courses in the afternoon, and ate lunch in a classroom while everyone else sat with each other.
I thought I had a great, supportive group of friends. By the time senior year came around they were gone. I tried to stay in touch with a few, but after awhile I realized that it took both people to make it work. And I just felt weird constantly trying to make it work when obviously they didn’t want it.
I left high school without any regrets. I made decisions that I paid the consequences for. I believe whole heartedly that I did what was best for me.
I went to a college where only one person from my high school was going to go. I wanted to escape everything I had been through in those four years. I figured college would come a lot easier when it came to friendships. When my mom went through college she met new friends and even though they don’t get together much anymore, they are still in contact with one another. I just knew, without a doubt that my luck would change and I, too, would have that kind of bond with people and this time they wouldn’t walk out when times got rough.
I joined a sorority. Every one said it was like paying for your friends. I really don’t see how. I had friends within it, yes. But, it wasn’t like I was friends with everyone. Sisters, but not necessarily the best of friends.
I made a lot of choices during college. Some that I am proud of and some that, well, I will live with those decisions for the rest of my life. I used to say that I was living with no regrets. Later, I realized I regretted a lot of things. Although I can’t go back and time and change it, I do know that I am a different person now and that I have learned from those mistakes.
My last year of college, I changed. I no longer wanted to be the person who I was anymore. I kept looking for an escape. And once I found that escape, I learned that more came with changing than just me. Again, I feel like after graduating a lot of people vanished within a few short months. It’s interesting to see who I don’t talk to anymore, now that I’m not seen walking on campus, stopping by dorms or attending weekly meetings.
It’s also interesting to see who will talk to you when you’re out in public or who just tries to pretend like they didn’t see you or they don’t know you. This goes for both people from high school and college. And it’s funny to see people pretend like you’re best friends with them and that they “miss you so much!” But, yet they never bother to call or text or even write on your facebook wall when they haven’t seen you in months.
For almost a year I have looked back on my life and realized how much I have changed. And while it has been a good change, I also spent a year realizing who people are. Again, I know I am not perfect. I know to some people they may hate me, they might think I am rude, or they might hope to never see me again.
I graduated college a few months ago, I walked out with what I thought were quite a few friends. Looking at life now, I barely talk to half of them. It’s a hard concept to grasp when thinking about things. It was like one month you are friends and then the next they are no longer part of your life. I feel like I have done all I can do. In that aspect I have no regrets.
It’s also true when they say friends come and go. I have made a few new friends in the past short three months. I can honestly say that these are real friends. I can talk about anything with them and they are there to get me through it. But, don’t get me wrong there are still those select few from college.
In the end, I guess it doesn’t matter how many people you want to consider a friend, but what matters is who is actually there when you need them. College is a lot like high school. A lot of people still need to grow up and realize the important things in life.
Friends come and go. You just got to hold on for the ride and you’ll soon figure out who is actually there to stay.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
The One Vacation I Am Not Seeing an End To
I’ve always considered my life blessed. I never had to try too hard in school, sports came naturally and I’ve been told I’ve been given a gift in writing. Sure, there are struggles but never anything where studying, practicing or simply acting for help couldn’t help.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
An Angel Received from Earth
Jesus replied, "You do not realize now what I am doing, but later you will understand." -John 13:7
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Crazy, Tragic, Sometimes almost Magic, Awful, Beautiful Life


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Since being back from my week home, work has picked up. We are pushing forward o
n a new website for orientation and things are speeding up as well as the time flying by.


Now, I have a little over a week left out here and then a whole new world begins for me. I’ll be going into my last semester of college, which means a lot of preparing and figuring out what to do with my “life after college.” We’ll see what’s in store for me.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Out here, it's like I'm someone else.
I am doing the same internship that I did last summer, in the Communications Office at DoDEA HQ. I have been busy from day one, but it is still a great experience and I am learning so much. My big project while here is to create a website for new hires to gain information and training materials. Some of the process seems over my head when it comes to coding, but I think it’s coming a long pretty well. Our goal is to have it complete by the time I leave. I have also gotten the chance to experience a little public affairs work. I am writing content for our annual report as well as our Back to School guide for parents. The other day, the interns were sent out in the field to shoot some b-roll of a former DoDEA student who is now attending George Washington University. I was great to put my camera skills to work and our end product was sent to our office in Okinawa to be used. Lately, I have been doing a lot of video editing for a project that the Communications department is taking to the World Wide Administration Conference. It’s amazing to be part of something so big and watch it come together. All of these tasks have taught me a lot through the process, which was my ultimate goal—learn as much as you can. Oh, and I personally met the Acting Deputy under the Secretary of Defense! Second goal, meet as many people/connections as you can.
As for sightseeing—well I haven’t done much yet. Summer school started about two weeks after I got out here. I decided this summer I would take two online classes while working. I knew it would be a struggle, but I was up for the challenge. My Communication Law class has really fascinated me. I have learned so much from and all along I was afraid I would be clueless! I am also taking an Editing class. Between working, online discussions, papers, assignments, quizzes and tests—I haven’t had much time to do much. But, the classes are wrapping up now and I must say I don’t know what I will do with all my free time once it’s over.
And then there is the apartment. I can honestly say I am enjoying the summer so much more by having my own apartment. The place is actually quite nice. I can cook when I want (usually microwavable things unless it’s Mac & Cheese or spaghetti), go to bed when I feel like it and the location is pretty convenient. I usually walk to the grocery store, Target or Old Navy and pending on what I get, I time it with the bus schedule so I am done just in time to catch the bus home. So far, it’s working pretty well. Right behind my building is a community center. I learned that they had a free weight room and gym if you lived in the neighborhood. Although I was given 90 free at the YMCA, it was about 2 miles away and I have to plan my workouts with the bus schedule. With the community center I just walk out the back door and I am there. It’s kind of nice and not bad for being free!
I got to go home last weekend. It was my sister’s “couples shower” that I wasn’t technically invited too because she didn’t want me to feel obligated to come home for it. So, being the Maid of Honor, I decided to surprise her. I booked a flight and came home for the weekend. Of course she called when I was about five minutes from home. She wanted to know what I was doing—so I fibbed and said, “just getting off work.” Yeah, she fell for it. So after Toy Story 3 in 3D on Friday night, we went to her shower on Saturday. We got there before her and her fiancĂ©. My parents bolted from the car in order to keep me hidden. Surprisingly it worked. About 10 minutes later my Mom came to get me, and of course my sister had to follow. Once she finally sent her away I followed my mom into the house. My sister finally saw me and she was shocked! I think that is the only time in her life she has never caught on to something… besides her proposal. Of course, her fiancĂ© was excited as well. Both confused to how I got there, but so glad I could be apart of the evening.
I returned back to D.C. on Sunday. I have about two and a half weeks of work and then I fly home again for the wedding. This event has come a lot faster than I ever imagined, but I can’t wait to be there and see my family again.
I wasn’t too sad about leaving home and coming back out here after the weekend, but as the week has went on I have slowly noticed myself getting homesick. I know I am putting a lot of pressure on myself going into the final days of summer school so I suspect things’ changing once that is complete.
But, for now, I am enjoying this amazing opportunity that I was given again and am very excited about things to come.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Back to D.C. Twenty-Ten.
I have a studio apartment, but it isn’t like a typical studio that you might be thinking. My bedroom/living room/ dining room all connect; however, I have an entryway closet, a HUGE walk in closet and a galley kitchen. Oh and a bathroom off the closet area. It’s actually quite enough space for me and if needed two people could live here comfortably.
Since it’s a studio.. mom and I did a little rearranging before moving in all my suitcases. We separated the open area to make it more distinct areas like “a living room” and a bedroom” etc. It turned out nice. We paid extra to have it come fully furnished. To our surprise they set it all up for us too. We came ready to unpack boxes of dishes and towels, but it was already done for us!
Here is the apartment!
Since move in was so easy, mom and I took a little road trip. To my surprise we ended up in Maryland one day at the Chesapeake Bay. We crossed the Chesapeake Bay Bridge which is the longest bridge in the world. That was pretty cool. Then we traveled almost 2 hours to the Atlantic Ocean! My favorite place in the entire world! It was cold but I still enjoyed it.
On the way back we tried to swing by Iwo Jima at night, the one monument here that you cannot see by bus or subway--- and it happens to be the one I am most fascinated by.
I finally picked up Iwo Jima on the Garmin so we hit “GO!” little did we know we it would take us over an hour to arrive 1.4 miles. Every time we went right it said recalculating. When we went left it recalculated. We made four attempts at the same off ramp and when we finally did it right! It said RECALCULATING!
It was frustrating. So frustrating that mom is now famous by saying this quote out of pure anger, “Why doesn’t she stop f***ing texting and tell us where to go!”
Yes, that really happened.. and it wasn’t a joke she was serious. I couldn’t help but laugh..
But, we finally made it!
And we successfully made it back the next day too!
Overall what did I learn while my mom was here?
Well, I learned that you can’t sight seeing in D.C. when driving a car because the traffic drives too fast. If you slow down to look or figure out where you are, you get honked at.
I also learned that you can drive faster than a G.P.S.
All in all, you have to drive fast to avoid getting honked at which makes a G.P.S. not useful which means you will always be lost! (Welcome to my life!) Maybe take the bus?
Work starts tomorrow… Welcome summer!