The City that Never Sleeps -NYC Pt.1

Wow.

Can New York really ever be described? I'm not sure. It is a multifaceted city maxed out with businessmen, tourists, school groups, and the typical new yorker. In case you were wondering, the average New Yorker must have at least these attributes to even be considered legit: an angry voice, nasty words to be used with the angry voice, an aggressive attitude, and overall okness with ramming into poor children.

Not to be bashing all the lovely folk that probably live there, but still. We ain't in Texas anymore Toto. In fact, if we even thought about bringing Toto he would probably be squished under someone's foot.

My first thoughts on the Big Apple? fast. FAST. FAST!

No one stops.

If you stop

you die.

Or get a death glare that might really kill you.

So while I'm dwadling along with our small group of 28 I'm sure we received more than enough mean stares, glares, and squinty eyes for our massive takeover of the sidewalk.

The first day was indeed the longest in our journey. We woke at 3(and that is a.m.) to shower before departing for DFW Airport. Our flight took off sometime a bit later and we began our journey. My row consisted of the delish Caleb White and bff Jessica Johnson.

After our layaway in Milkwaukee, we boarded another plane headed for New York. After airport shenanigans we road into the place I would call home for the next week. Let's just settle in and relax...not! Hurry! Grab lunch then meet back up! We still have to go to Times Square and the Empire State building!

Until my next NYC tale,

Kath

The End and The Beginning

Well, though I have gone through a drought in my blogging, I do believe a regular schedule will soon be in place. I have finished high school. Finished! Fin! No more!



It's very strange. Very. very, strange.



The last day is the day that all high school students count down to, and prepare for. But as soon as it's there, everyone wishes it wasn't. My english teacher wrapped up the year by reading us a little story called The Giving Tree. Have any of you ever read The Giving Tree? Aka not the best book to read on the last day of school. I was blinking so much just to try not let the dams burst.



Then one of my favorite teachers had the entire class talk about fun memories in the past to distract her from crying. Geez. Not cute.



Anywho, I am indeed full of a little more free time until I start working this summer, so I figured I could get into the habit of writing so that all you lovely readers can be updated when I dash off to college.



until next blog,



Kath