Keepin' it Fresh

        This might be cliche, but I felt it was necessary to give thanks to everything I have in my life. First off, I want to say I am thankful for everyone and everything in life. Second, I know this might be kind of rude, but I am so thankful for the amazing food my mom cooked this Thanksgiving.
        Every other year, my family switches off between my grandparents house (Dad's parents) and my house. Let's just say Nana's food is inedible. She make food that is square-shaped and some sort of orange or green. It's gross. Even Nana doesn't event know what it is if we point to it. "It's either squash or sweet potato, I don't know... try it!" she would say. My family always jokes around if we don't pile the food on our plate, we would be seeing the food the next holiday. As bad as it sounds, it's the truth. Every Jewish holiday we have at Nana and Papa's house. The food is never fresh, only frozen. The meals get repetitive.
      This year I was so excited to hear that Thanksgiving was at my house. My mom is an amazing cook, and an amazing baker. This year not every family member was in town, which I thought was kind of depressing. But at least the food was good!
       I hope everyone enjoyed their meals as much as I did! Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

The Final Verdict

       It is crazy how fast this year is going by. I can't believe we are already one-quarter of the way done with school. I can't believe that I am almost done with senior year! It's bittersweet, though.
       I have been at my school since eighth grade, and I am not sure I am ready to leave. I love my life how it is right now, and changing it scares me. Looking into the future, I don't know what it holds for me. It scares me to know that next year I will be living in an entirely new environment. New people, new place to live, new school, and new state (hopefully!) College is a scary thought, and I know people say it is the best years of your life, but I don't know if I am ready for that kind of change. I can't believe how much time has flown, and I am almost eighteen.
      I used to look at my brother when he was my age and say that I would never get to be that old. I never thought the day would come that I would be a senior in high school. I never thought the day would come that at the end of the year I would be hearing the words, "Congratulations Class of 2011! You did it!"
...Man that's a scary thought!

Come Fly Away

      The airport is where people from all walks of life come to go to different places. It's crazy how busy the airport gets. What do you think are the odds of finding someone that is local to your neighborhood in a rural airport? I think it is probably a small possibility. 

      Today I was flying home from visiting a college (which, by the way, I thought was amazing.) My parents and I had a connecting flight from RDU to FLL, and our layover was in ATL. So, I was sitting in my seat with my parents on each side of me, and there was a blonde-haired little boy sitting in the row in front of me. He kept turning around, and I smiled at him, waved at him, and made funny faces at him, and each time he would laugh and turn around. This went on for about the fifty-minute flight I had from RDU to ATL. The little boy was very cute, and he was sitting with his sister, who looked a few years older than him, and his parents. Well, the father turned around to see who the little boy was laughing at, and my parents and I started talking to him. The little boy's name was Brent, and today was his second birthday, and his sister's name was Ally, who was seven. So we finished with the small talk as we landed, and said goodbyes and turned on our own paths. 

      After that flight my family had a short layover in ATL, so we stopped at a restaurant on our way to our next gate, and ran to catch our plane. Needless to say, as we were waiting for the plane to board, we saw the same people. We started talking about where they live, and what schools they attend. Crazy how things work, they live right around where my aunt lives. 

      Isn't it odd the people that you meet in airports? What are the odds?

Going in Circles

       Going through my school day is quite repetitive and boring. It's the same thing everyday, same classes, same teachers, and same people. Not that I don't like the people that I see everyday, but I hate the feeling of the routine.
       The first day of school everyone was all excited to be back, and as a senior, I was excited to finally be the class of the year. Everything started off colorful, new, and fresh. New school supplies to use in class, and everything was crisp. I love that feeling: taking out a new notebook, breaking it in, and making it looked used.
      Now, going into the second quarter of the school year--one-quarter done with my senior year--everything is a drag. I feel wiped out and so over everything. All my notebooks are full of writing, the freshly done bulletin boards have flyers covering them that are half-ripped, and the colors around the school start to blur into darker colors.
      As a senior, we are supposed to have special privileges, but really this year, there aren't many. It gets annoying because seniors should stick out, be more enthused about being the top class, but clearly, the class of 2011 is not spirited or pumped at all. I just wish the school wasn't such a formula, and the senior class would be more energetic.