I went back to Birney last week and it went a lot better. The kids were very receptive to me and I just felt a lot more confident. Of course I was alone with 15 hyperactive kids so I had to exude confidence or they would have eaten me alive. It still kills me that these energetic, charistmatic intelligent children don't have half the chance at life that others do but I realized that even if I can only make a difference in one or two of their lives...that'll make this hellish job worthwhile. And when I say hellish I do mean hellish...I feel like curling up into a ball and crying myself to sleep after I come home from Birney sometimes. I just have to thicken my skin a bit a guess, without losing my compassion. It's going to be a bumpy road, but I'm up for it.
The weekend was ok (as much of it as I remember)...I stayed up late talking about politics w/ some seniors, Sara and Jessie @ Hughes on Friday night. Then on Saturday my parents came down for parents weekend. I took them to Guapo's (great tex-mex restaurant in Tenley) and to Union Station. They had fun. I had fun. We bonded. I don't know if I can ever live with them again. I love them with all my heart but fall break was so hard. We'll see how Thanksgiving and Christmas go. I digress. After I said bye bye to mom and dad I met up with some people on southside and while I did my best to convince them to go to Bethesda to wander around they wouldn't listen and we ended up chatting about life, sex and pretty much anything for a hours. Good night (despite the lack of Bethesda).
The week in school has been good. I've done very well on all my midterms and I'm looking at Dean's List for this semester. Kudos to me. I actually got a 94 from Dr. Lohr (yes, the evil Dr. Lohr). He's like, "Well I gave you an A. I very rarely give out As. In fact I never do, you earn them. However this is the highest grade I've given out thus far this semester." And this was the devil paper I had to rewrite at 2am due to hard drive crash. What I don't understand is how I can do so well in one class, and get a B- in another class?!?! WTF?!?! Insanity. Oh well, I'm going to talk to Tamashasky about the B- on Friday.
Birney tomorrow and on Friday. Then a movie Friday night. Saturday's looking like Dupont Circle and Monuments @ night. Sunday is GREEN DAY CONCERT!!
27 October 2004
20 October 2004
For those of you who are interested, I began my DC Reads job today. I warn you this is going to turn into a political rant later...consider this a spoiler and if you know you're not going to like what I have to say...well...don't read.
The line of division between the rest of D.C. and Southeast is as visible as the "SE" markings on the street signs. As soon as the bus crossed over you went from beautiful, perfectly manicured homes with Mercedes, BMWs and Lexus' in the driveways to slums and projects with Ford POSs circa 1950 in the driveways (which, for the most part, were dirt or front yards...you know...whatever sufficed at the time). We passed a large elementary school on the left (by large I mean huge...bigger then YC for those of you reading this from York). The name of the school eludes me at present, but the banner proudly displayed below it shall remain engraved in my mind forever. "Pride of Anacostia." My first thought, literally, was what's to be proud of?! The school had broken in windows (the windows that were not boarded up at any rate), rusty pipes and a nearly destroyed, rusty chain link fence surrounding broken concrete play yard with weeds more evident then trees or shubbery. At the time I figured, "OK...this is the best they've got...at least I'm working here, I don't even want to see what the other schools look like." Then, much to my horror and dismay, we drove right past Anacostia's pride. As luck would have it, I'm stationed at a place called "The Birney School" heretofore known as "Birney." I hesitantly got off the bus and followed my fellow tutors to the rusted, bullet proof door which swung open easily (such a difference from the pristine glass doors at my nephew's school where you have to be buzzed in after being inspected on a CCTV. Ironic how in the areas that need protection the most there is very little (if any at all) and in the areas that need the least security there is more then enough...) ANYWAYS, moving on. A girl slowed down and asked me, "first day?" I nodded my head, then she asked my name but didn't offer her own. After the semi-introduction she said, "Welcome to Birney. That's the only time you'll ever hear that." And I couldn't help but having sudden mental flashbacks to The Shawshank Redemption and remembrances of Newjack: Guarding Sing Sing. After some more quick and informal review and training I was assigned to my classroom of 4th graders (great age group, in my opinion). Today there were 2 tutors in the room, Kim (who has been there about 3 years and loves the kids) and Brian (who is from Ireland and won't be returning again because he's going home). When Kim found out I was going to be a permanent Tuesday tutor she said, "thank god! I was handling this all by myself for weeks now and it is just too much for one person to handle." I quickly learned the kids' names (hey, babysitting a 5 kids, twins and triplets, at once, had to pay off sooner or later.) The kids were great. Absolute sweethearts for the most part, but handling 10 of them with 3 people was hard enough, I cannot imagine how hard it's going to be when there are just 2 of us and I don't even want to think about what Kim went through before Brian and I.
So basically, all this is a set up to prove a point--THERE IS A HUGE DISCREPENCY IN SOCIAL JUSTICE THAT NEEDS TO BE FIXED. Our current system is not working and something has to change. My biggest fear going into this was that the kids weren't going to listen to me or respect me because I basically understand NOTHING about their situation. I had no issue with that whatsoever. Those kids are some of the sweetest, most open minded people I can imagine. My issue now is surviving a day at work without marching to the White House and demanding that the educational system be seriously re-evaluated. Some of the kids in my class are absolutely brilliant and so dedicated to school. But do you know what their chances of graduating high school, let alone going to college are?! SLIM TO NONE. I see red every time I think of everything these kids deserve (all the hope and happiness I was given as a child, and more) yet are denied just because of where they happened to be born and because of what race they belong to. You know what upsets me EVEN MORE?! The fact that Bush has the AUDACITY to push "No Child Left Behind" like it's some great deed to humanity when not only can he barley speak the english language himself (comment courtesy of Sam) but he's actually underfunding the programs that form the backbone of it!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OK -end rant-. On a happy note...the other day Sam, Jess, Sara and I went shoe shopping in Tenley. Twas awesome. Sara and Jess shopped for "Jap" stuff while Sam and I searched for shoes for her (she desperately needed them). Turns out we have similar taste in shoes (which, of course, makes her awesome) and she bought 2 pairs of cool boots, and I got a pair of comfy black sneakers. Happiness indeed. And tonight we had our weekly girls night. We watched Chicago (fantastic movie) on Southside (everyone who went shoe shopping plus Kat). I'm trying to convince them to do the monuments at night thing before it gets too cold and dark but thus far it's not working (c'mon guys...it'd be fun!). Next Monday I think we're going to go see Taxi. Mwahaha. Kat and her love for her car...go figure...
The line of division between the rest of D.C. and Southeast is as visible as the "SE" markings on the street signs. As soon as the bus crossed over you went from beautiful, perfectly manicured homes with Mercedes, BMWs and Lexus' in the driveways to slums and projects with Ford POSs circa 1950 in the driveways (which, for the most part, were dirt or front yards...you know...whatever sufficed at the time). We passed a large elementary school on the left (by large I mean huge...bigger then YC for those of you reading this from York). The name of the school eludes me at present, but the banner proudly displayed below it shall remain engraved in my mind forever. "Pride of Anacostia." My first thought, literally, was what's to be proud of?! The school had broken in windows (the windows that were not boarded up at any rate), rusty pipes and a nearly destroyed, rusty chain link fence surrounding broken concrete play yard with weeds more evident then trees or shubbery. At the time I figured, "OK...this is the best they've got...at least I'm working here, I don't even want to see what the other schools look like." Then, much to my horror and dismay, we drove right past Anacostia's pride. As luck would have it, I'm stationed at a place called "The Birney School" heretofore known as "Birney." I hesitantly got off the bus and followed my fellow tutors to the rusted, bullet proof door which swung open easily (such a difference from the pristine glass doors at my nephew's school where you have to be buzzed in after being inspected on a CCTV. Ironic how in the areas that need protection the most there is very little (if any at all) and in the areas that need the least security there is more then enough...) ANYWAYS, moving on. A girl slowed down and asked me, "first day?" I nodded my head, then she asked my name but didn't offer her own. After the semi-introduction she said, "Welcome to Birney. That's the only time you'll ever hear that." And I couldn't help but having sudden mental flashbacks to The Shawshank Redemption and remembrances of Newjack: Guarding Sing Sing. After some more quick and informal review and training I was assigned to my classroom of 4th graders (great age group, in my opinion). Today there were 2 tutors in the room, Kim (who has been there about 3 years and loves the kids) and Brian (who is from Ireland and won't be returning again because he's going home). When Kim found out I was going to be a permanent Tuesday tutor she said, "thank god! I was handling this all by myself for weeks now and it is just too much for one person to handle." I quickly learned the kids' names (hey, babysitting a 5 kids, twins and triplets, at once, had to pay off sooner or later.) The kids were great. Absolute sweethearts for the most part, but handling 10 of them with 3 people was hard enough, I cannot imagine how hard it's going to be when there are just 2 of us and I don't even want to think about what Kim went through before Brian and I.
So basically, all this is a set up to prove a point--THERE IS A HUGE DISCREPENCY IN SOCIAL JUSTICE THAT NEEDS TO BE FIXED. Our current system is not working and something has to change. My biggest fear going into this was that the kids weren't going to listen to me or respect me because I basically understand NOTHING about their situation. I had no issue with that whatsoever. Those kids are some of the sweetest, most open minded people I can imagine. My issue now is surviving a day at work without marching to the White House and demanding that the educational system be seriously re-evaluated. Some of the kids in my class are absolutely brilliant and so dedicated to school. But do you know what their chances of graduating high school, let alone going to college are?! SLIM TO NONE. I see red every time I think of everything these kids deserve (all the hope and happiness I was given as a child, and more) yet are denied just because of where they happened to be born and because of what race they belong to. You know what upsets me EVEN MORE?! The fact that Bush has the AUDACITY to push "No Child Left Behind" like it's some great deed to humanity when not only can he barley speak the english language himself (comment courtesy of Sam) but he's actually underfunding the programs that form the backbone of it!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OK -end rant-. On a happy note...the other day Sam, Jess, Sara and I went shoe shopping in Tenley. Twas awesome. Sara and Jess shopped for "Jap" stuff while Sam and I searched for shoes for her (she desperately needed them). Turns out we have similar taste in shoes (which, of course, makes her awesome) and she bought 2 pairs of cool boots, and I got a pair of comfy black sneakers. Happiness indeed. And tonight we had our weekly girls night. We watched Chicago (fantastic movie) on Southside (everyone who went shoe shopping plus Kat). I'm trying to convince them to do the monuments at night thing before it gets too cold and dark but thus far it's not working (c'mon guys...it'd be fun!). Next Monday I think we're going to go see Taxi. Mwahaha. Kat and her love for her car...go figure...
17 October 2004
I'm so far down...away from the sun (Literally. It's very cold in here.)
It's now Sunday afternoon and I had a pretty good weekend. On Friday Sara and I went to Kat's dorm and watched Bram Stoker's Dracula. Not a bad movie. Not a good movie either.
On Saturday Sara and I bummed around Tenley waiting for the box office to open to get tickets to Lewis Black. We went to Payless where she bought a couple of pairs of shoes and tried to convince me to get these hot pick slipper things that she claimed "worked for me." I, in turn, kept repeating "I'm not cute enough to pull those off" and then some random 35+ yr old man w/ a toddler said, "I think you're cute enough for them" to which a dumbfounded me simply said, "thank you." Seriously, how do you answer something like that?! Oh, at Payless I also talked to a really nice woman from Brazil. I love D.C. Got back to AU, had dinner then I rushed to grab a shower for L.B. I'm sorry, but I stayed in my pajamas all day and if I had to get out of them, I was going to get out of them w/ a vengence. MWAHAHA!
We got to Bender @ 7:05 and the line was already stretched halfway to Hughes. Met a cool guy who was standing in line behind us (Tom) who also saved our spot while we went to get the actual tickets. According to him I look more like a Rachel then an Ashley. I can deal w/ Rachel. It's Francine I have issues with. About 20 minutes later we met up w/ Kat and a bunch of Sam's friends who claimed the line was stretching out into Nebraska Ave (never ceases to amaze me how huge a crowd is drawn by political comedians).
Ben Lewis was absolutely hysterical..."Once I was on LSD I thought my refridgerator was a puma. I saw it get up and run away and I said to my friend, "WHAT IF IT DOESN'T COME BACK?!?!?! WHAT AM I GOING TO TELL MY PARENTS!!!""....After the show I kind of felt like going to a frat. but it was cold and I had a HORRIBLE headache so I came back home, watched the end of Two Weeks Notice w/ Meghan and went to bed. Oh, but first I talked to Kate and a very intoxicated Jo for a bit and ate some raman noodles (I hate those things but at the same time I adore them...)
I had planned on doing homework all day today (Sunday) but instead I talked to my mom on the phone for a while, cleaned my room and went to my RHA meeting (that thing is just getting more and more frustrating!!!) Now I'm staring guiltily at A History of Russian Thought and A History of Russia. In my mind's eye I can see Dr. Lohr, stroking his treasured Ph.D. from Harvard while he readjusts his glasses and cackles evilly while grading my ghastly midterm..."Mwahaha! No University of Chicago for Ms. MacVeigh!! LONG LIVE PUTIN!!!" I'm exaggerating on the thing about Putin...Lohr hates and fears Putin (and the entirity of the former KGB I think...) but the rest is pretty accurate. To quote Meghan...DOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!
Oh, on a happy academic note. Y'all remember my Freud paper? The one I was up till like 3am on a Jamaican-coffee style caffeine high writing? Well, it was either going to be horribly horribly confusing and damn-near-illiterate or amazingly witty. Turned out witty! And thus ends the long and terrible reign of...the 50-50-90 Rule.
On Saturday Sara and I bummed around Tenley waiting for the box office to open to get tickets to Lewis Black. We went to Payless where she bought a couple of pairs of shoes and tried to convince me to get these hot pick slipper things that she claimed "worked for me." I, in turn, kept repeating "I'm not cute enough to pull those off" and then some random 35+ yr old man w/ a toddler said, "I think you're cute enough for them" to which a dumbfounded me simply said, "thank you." Seriously, how do you answer something like that?! Oh, at Payless I also talked to a really nice woman from Brazil. I love D.C. Got back to AU, had dinner then I rushed to grab a shower for L.B. I'm sorry, but I stayed in my pajamas all day and if I had to get out of them, I was going to get out of them w/ a vengence. MWAHAHA!
We got to Bender @ 7:05 and the line was already stretched halfway to Hughes. Met a cool guy who was standing in line behind us (Tom) who also saved our spot while we went to get the actual tickets. According to him I look more like a Rachel then an Ashley. I can deal w/ Rachel. It's Francine I have issues with. About 20 minutes later we met up w/ Kat and a bunch of Sam's friends who claimed the line was stretching out into Nebraska Ave (never ceases to amaze me how huge a crowd is drawn by political comedians).
Ben Lewis was absolutely hysterical..."Once I was on LSD I thought my refridgerator was a puma. I saw it get up and run away and I said to my friend, "WHAT IF IT DOESN'T COME BACK?!?!?! WHAT AM I GOING TO TELL MY PARENTS!!!""....After the show I kind of felt like going to a frat. but it was cold and I had a HORRIBLE headache so I came back home, watched the end of Two Weeks Notice w/ Meghan and went to bed. Oh, but first I talked to Kate and a very intoxicated Jo for a bit and ate some raman noodles (I hate those things but at the same time I adore them...)
I had planned on doing homework all day today (Sunday) but instead I talked to my mom on the phone for a while, cleaned my room and went to my RHA meeting (that thing is just getting more and more frustrating!!!) Now I'm staring guiltily at A History of Russian Thought and A History of Russia. In my mind's eye I can see Dr. Lohr, stroking his treasured Ph.D. from Harvard while he readjusts his glasses and cackles evilly while grading my ghastly midterm..."Mwahaha! No University of Chicago for Ms. MacVeigh!! LONG LIVE PUTIN!!!" I'm exaggerating on the thing about Putin...Lohr hates and fears Putin (and the entirity of the former KGB I think...) but the rest is pretty accurate. To quote Meghan...DOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!
Oh, on a happy academic note. Y'all remember my Freud paper? The one I was up till like 3am on a Jamaican-coffee style caffeine high writing? Well, it was either going to be horribly horribly confusing and damn-near-illiterate or amazingly witty. Turned out witty! And thus ends the long and terrible reign of...the 50-50-90 Rule.
14 October 2004
Please disregard last entry. Writer (aka me) was temporarily insane due to loss of entire paper because of hard drive crash. Yeah. It wasn't pretty.
Anyways, so I'm back from fall break now. It was a nice vacation from the work of school but as I worded it to Erik...my home is York, but DC is my life. So needless to say, I'm happy to be back to my life.
The visit was pretty uneventful. Minor car crash. Jittney now requires an entire new bumper, but I don't really care, my parents have decided to sell the BMW and my car and get a Lexus RX300 (aka the Lexus SUV). I'm pretty excited, since this is the car I'll be driving on vacations and through the summer. I also cannot believe that I have become the absolute embodiment of the term "liberal white sympathy." I mean, I'm going to be going into the worst neighborhood in the country to teach these poor little kids how to read and better themselves while I come back to my 40k/yr school, change into my Gap and Limited clothes and go home on Thanksgiving to my gated community in my freakin' Lexus SUV. I should be shot. However, while it's true I've had a lot of opportunities, I've had to work for everything, nothing was given to me and my parents worked incredibly hard to get where they are...so maybe I should suck it up, be grateful for what I am given and use it to help others?
I degress (sp?). The visit home. It was nice, got to see the fam (Mom, Dad, Kelli, Erik, John, Jeffrey, Darla, Alauna, Shelley), my neighbors whom I consider to be my second family (the Gloriosos), co-workers from the hospital (Dar, Kathy, etc) and go horse back riding (WOOT! That was incredible. Somehow, I've managed not to lose any skill in the past 6 weeks, so I'll be OK until I can ride full time w/ the AUET in the spring). I did really stress out on Sunday and Monday to the point where I had to take the flexeril the dr. gave me just so I wouldn't bite my mom's head off (yeah, it was the whole "why do you treat me like a child?!" issue again.) Also got to hang out w/ Steve, Sandy and some of Steve's friends (Jess and Justin). That was fun. Oh, and I got REAL food. Twas nice.
And now, I have midterms to prepare for an a paper to write on Freud's coping mechanisms. I think I'm going to use drug addictions, just because I have so much experience w/ them (not myself, but within my family) and it's a very personal topic for me. I'll cry while I write it, it'll help me understand a little bit more about my psyche and it'll be a good paper.
Anyways, so I'm back from fall break now. It was a nice vacation from the work of school but as I worded it to Erik...my home is York, but DC is my life. So needless to say, I'm happy to be back to my life.
The visit was pretty uneventful. Minor car crash. Jittney now requires an entire new bumper, but I don't really care, my parents have decided to sell the BMW and my car and get a Lexus RX300 (aka the Lexus SUV). I'm pretty excited, since this is the car I'll be driving on vacations and through the summer. I also cannot believe that I have become the absolute embodiment of the term "liberal white sympathy." I mean, I'm going to be going into the worst neighborhood in the country to teach these poor little kids how to read and better themselves while I come back to my 40k/yr school, change into my Gap and Limited clothes and go home on Thanksgiving to my gated community in my freakin' Lexus SUV. I should be shot. However, while it's true I've had a lot of opportunities, I've had to work for everything, nothing was given to me and my parents worked incredibly hard to get where they are...so maybe I should suck it up, be grateful for what I am given and use it to help others?
I degress (sp?). The visit home. It was nice, got to see the fam (Mom, Dad, Kelli, Erik, John, Jeffrey, Darla, Alauna, Shelley), my neighbors whom I consider to be my second family (the Gloriosos), co-workers from the hospital (Dar, Kathy, etc) and go horse back riding (WOOT! That was incredible. Somehow, I've managed not to lose any skill in the past 6 weeks, so I'll be OK until I can ride full time w/ the AUET in the spring). I did really stress out on Sunday and Monday to the point where I had to take the flexeril the dr. gave me just so I wouldn't bite my mom's head off (yeah, it was the whole "why do you treat me like a child?!" issue again.) Also got to hang out w/ Steve, Sandy and some of Steve's friends (Jess and Justin). That was fun. Oh, and I got REAL food. Twas nice.
And now, I have midterms to prepare for an a paper to write on Freud's coping mechanisms. I think I'm going to use drug addictions, just because I have so much experience w/ them (not myself, but within my family) and it's a very personal topic for me. I'll cry while I write it, it'll help me understand a little bit more about my psyche and it'll be a good paper.
05 October 2004
And because my sister won't answer her phone...
I have decided to rant. Yeah, big surprise there, right?
Well, ya know what, I love France. I love French people (guys in particular), French food, French music, French perfume, French culture, French art, French literature, French philosophy, French clothing. Everything. Except the language, which undoubtedly I would still love if not for a certain evil little person who shall remain anonymous (oh wait, I'm not in a nice mood tonight am I? Mme. Learned).
And you know what I love most about the French? THE WAY THEY HATE US. Can you blame them? I mean, really. We're absolutely some of the most uncultured, uncivilized people on the planet. We feast on junk food which kills us, have a huge problem with obesity, rely completely on cars (most of which are freakin SUVs), can barely speak our own language (let alone the language of others) and best of all, we think we are always right, when most of the time we are so ridiculously wrong!!!! I love how people think science is an American art...sure, we've got NASA, and look how messed up that is! The best scientists ever have been European (I don't need to list names...) and the most technology/anything science related comes out of Europe even though America takes credit for it.
Oh, and on a random note...I think I'm going to get a manicure this weekend...and guess what kind it shall be?!
Well, ya know what, I love France. I love French people (guys in particular), French food, French music, French perfume, French culture, French art, French literature, French philosophy, French clothing. Everything. Except the language, which undoubtedly I would still love if not for a certain evil little person who shall remain anonymous (oh wait, I'm not in a nice mood tonight am I? Mme. Learned).
And you know what I love most about the French? THE WAY THEY HATE US. Can you blame them? I mean, really. We're absolutely some of the most uncultured, uncivilized people on the planet. We feast on junk food which kills us, have a huge problem with obesity, rely completely on cars (most of which are freakin SUVs), can barely speak our own language (let alone the language of others) and best of all, we think we are always right, when most of the time we are so ridiculously wrong!!!! I love how people think science is an American art...sure, we've got NASA, and look how messed up that is! The best scientists ever have been European (I don't need to list names...) and the most technology/anything science related comes out of Europe even though America takes credit for it.
Oh, and on a random note...I think I'm going to get a manicure this weekend...and guess what kind it shall be?!
01 October 2004
"Um..yeah...Saddam...oh! Wait..I mean Osama bin Laden..." -GWB
Just watched Kerry wipe up the floor with Bush. I mean, Bush was hunched over like rabid little raccoon with his claws beared. He kept interrupting the mediator and getting flustered and his ears were the colour of a ripe tomoatos. It was beautiful. Policy wise, there were no surprises, but Kerry just looked so much more poised and presidential then Bush. Can you imagine how the Edwards-Cheney debates are going to go? It's going to be a conservative massacre.
A good bit of my floor (all of us being political fiends) gathered in our common room for cake (to celebrate September birthdays, yes, Christine (our RA) is just that awesome) and watch the debates. It's so awesome and I love it here!
Tomorrow is my two favourite classes, Russian History and College Writing respectively (gotta love Lohr and Tamashasky). Then I'm just going to relax all Friday night.
OH! I got my tutoring job! I get the privilege to go into southeast DC (Anacostia, one of the worst areas in the country) and teach poor, young children how to read! I'm so excited! I can't wait, this is going to be such a great experience. So I've got tutoring training from 9am-5pm on Saturday then I have to go to a Powderpuff planning meeting (damn you, RHA!!!) and Sunday I'm going to Union Station and Pentagon City w/ some people to return the jeans my mom sent me (I now have 2 pairs of the exact same kind of pants) and to just bum around and see some more of the city. Then, next week, home! I'm excited because I miss my sister, my nephews, my parents and my dog AND I get to go horse back riding all day on Wednesday. WOOT!
Oh, Meghan HORRIBLY insulted me just now...she said I have a cheerleader name and that hurt me deep down inside *sniffles*. J/K. Love ya, Meg.
A good bit of my floor (all of us being political fiends) gathered in our common room for cake (to celebrate September birthdays, yes, Christine (our RA) is just that awesome) and watch the debates. It's so awesome and I love it here!
Tomorrow is my two favourite classes, Russian History and College Writing respectively (gotta love Lohr and Tamashasky). Then I'm just going to relax all Friday night.
OH! I got my tutoring job! I get the privilege to go into southeast DC (Anacostia, one of the worst areas in the country) and teach poor, young children how to read! I'm so excited! I can't wait, this is going to be such a great experience. So I've got tutoring training from 9am-5pm on Saturday then I have to go to a Powderpuff planning meeting (damn you, RHA!!!) and Sunday I'm going to Union Station and Pentagon City w/ some people to return the jeans my mom sent me (I now have 2 pairs of the exact same kind of pants) and to just bum around and see some more of the city. Then, next week, home! I'm excited because I miss my sister, my nephews, my parents and my dog AND I get to go horse back riding all day on Wednesday. WOOT!
Oh, Meghan HORRIBLY insulted me just now...she said I have a cheerleader name and that hurt me deep down inside *sniffles*. J/K. Love ya, Meg.
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