First!

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Writing Prompt: Tell us about your first day at something — your first day of school, first day of work, first day living on your own, first day blogging, first day as a parent, whatever.

My first full day of school at UNLV was a hectic and scary one. I’m living in a new city all alone, I’m at a new school, which I only spent about 4 hours at prior and I was trying to get through graduate orientation and figure out where my classes were so I wouldn’t get loss (all of my classes started at 5:30) in the dark.

My roommate and I had rode together to campus and somewhere, some how I lost my cell phone, which seriously was like losing my life EVERYTHING was in there, I had no way to call my roommate to let her know what time we should meet to go home, so I walked in to the parking lot on the baking sun (it’s hot in Las Vegas!) left a note on her car telling her that I lost my cell phone and that I would be in front of the Student Union at 7pm. (The parking lots are not joke)

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The whole day I was freaking out, I was without a cellphone; virtually cut off from everything I knew. Finally got home and called T-Mobile, told them that I lost my phone somewhere on campus, (naturally they couldn’t locate the phone, apparently it has been shut off or the battery was drained) and they temporarily shut the phone off, that night I called my mom (on my roommate’s cellphone and let her know what happened).

I hadn’t been in Las Vegas for a week and already I’d lost my cellphone, I was seriously ready to go to Milwaukee… the hard, cold, artic winters be damned. For some reason I called the bookstore (since it was the last place that had it) and know and behold they had my phone… THEY HAD IT! People reading this don’t understand how happy I was, it was like someone told me I won the lottery.. needless to say I reclaimed my phone, and I two years later I graduated with a Masters Degree, an the memory of my first day .

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Kick The Bucket

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Writing Prompt: What are the top items on your anti-bucket list — those things you never, ever want to do, places you never want to visit, books you never want to read, etc.?

Top 5 things on my anti-bucket list:

  1. Never read “Fifty Shades of Grey” again – seriously people despite all the hype surrounding the book (and the movie); but this was a really difficult book to read, not because o the subject matter, but because this book was so poorly written, I couldn’t get into it, because I keep finding errors then I started editing the book as I was reading, and I couldn’t stand Anna, I found her so damn annoying , and found myself screaming at my book asking why she was so spineless, I read for enjoyment not to raise my blood pressure, I read these books once and they chucked them in the trash… mommy porn my ass.
  2. I never want to see the movie Vacancy again. I love a good scare, but this movie fucked with me in ways I can’t even verbalize. months after I watched the move (and I didn’t watch it all) I was still thinking of it
  3. I never want to visit St. Rose Dominican hospital again. It’s a wonderful facility but honestly stepping back in that place would cause a panic attack of epic proportions. After spending 6 weeks there, 2 comas, and multiple medical emergencies, I think it’s understandable why I don’t want to enter that place.
  4. Not speaking to my mother was the pits… and I never want to do that again., once was enough, I think it lasted for over a month… the reasons why aren’t important (and they honestly weren’t important then either) but we’re bot h alike in the fact that we are both stubborn and want have out say, so we tend to butt heads often.. we just know how to deal with it better. But #3 was the reason we started speaking again. I was started to get sick and was scared and after a visit to quick care and the doctor told me that I needed to go to the ER right away I called her and told her that I needed her.
  5. There is enough crap in the world making people feel like they are worth-less and not good enough. We see it everyday from what we watch on TV, do our “friends”, we even do it to ourselves, I never want to be one of those people that makes someone else feel that way. We deal with enough stuff on a daily basis, do we really need to deal with that too?

 

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Make it Anywhere

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Writing Prompt: “If I can make it there, I’ll make it anywhere,” goes the famous song about New York City. Is there a place — a city, a school, a company — about which you think (or thought) the same? Tell us why, and if you ever tried to prove that claim.

No, I have never tried to prove that claim, but being a girl who’s lived in a large city I’ve always felt like it you live in one large city you’ve pretty much lived in them all. The only thing that is really different is the people and the landmarks. I will say that moving to Las Vegas was a huge challenge for me, even though both were big cities, Milwaukee is a city that  closes at night and reopens, I was always taught there is nothing good outside at 2am, where naturally Las Vegas is the opposite the city is alive 24 hours a day, and it never sleeps there are always people on the strip and something to do at all times of night…. maybe that’s why I lived far away from the strip in a neighborhood that at 10 was pretty quiet and low key.

I did  say that if I can drive in Las Vegas I can drive in any city in the world (people are nuts there… and even worst in Chicago).. but at the end of the day I think I will be able to say that after living a year in Seoul (that’s the dream) if I can live and thrive there and speak the language then I can truly say, “I can make it anywhere!”

 

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Never Too Late

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Writing Prompts: Is there a person you should’ve thanked, but never had the chance? Is there someone who helped you along the way without even realizing it? Here’s your chance to express your belated gratitude.

It would defiantly be a group of people, When I moved to Las Vegas to go to graduate school, it was the very first time that I had ever been away from my family and my home, and for the first 8 weeks I was miserable, just seriously feeling out of place and homesick and I felt like I had made to wrong choice in coming here.. EVERYTHING was different than what I was used to. Slowly by slowly I started to meet people and I’m not sure if they knew it or not but they really helped me, treated me like family and really allowed me to enjoy my experience, wish lessoned the home sickness.

One of the reasons I look back so fondly at that time in my life, is the people who I met and became my friends, and for the most part I think they all know that everything they did for me was appreciated by myself but my mother as well, I think for a time she was worried for the same reasons I was and after she visited me she was more at ease about the situation.

So to Robin, Bill, Anne, Paul, Gail, Nicole, Renee, Nathan and so many others Thank you…

Until Next Time….

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In Transit

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Writing Prompts: Train stations, airport terminals, subway stops: soulless spaces full of distracted, stressed zombies, or magical sets for fleeting, interlocking human stories?

Are you serious? It’s a magical setting for fleeting, interlocking human stories, I’m one of those people who is at the airport early, and I always find myself looking at the people sitting or walking around and think about their lives, where they are going and where they are from. Everyone has a unique story… sometimes they intertwine with yours, sometimes they don’t; this is a story of one couple and how their lives intertwined with mine for a short, gross and seriously memorable time.

I was on my way home to Milwaukee, after spending a week in Las Vegas packing up my belonging from my apartment in Las Vegas. I was really sad sitting in the airport, thinking about all the reasons I had to leave Las Vegas so abruptly (serious medical emergency) and the fact that I was starting a mew phase on my life and that place was no longer my home; something told me to look up and I see this petite black woman walking about really fast cursing at the top of her lungs saying, “You stupid motherfucker, that’s what you get for spending all night in the casino getting drunk, I hope you die on the plane” the man who was looking rough at the moment simply laid on the floor and went to sleep, I thought to myself you have got to be kidding me, I feel bad for whoever is sharing a plane with this couple.

I got up to grab and snack and something to read on the plane, the angry, drunk couple clearly forgotten…. until I was sitting in my sit on the plane and I saw them headed my way…. FUCK MY LIFE! Why are these people on the plane… CRAP!! These people are gonna be complete and total assholes… okay not so much the man but the woman… because she’s still cursing. And I don’t want to sound like a bratty bitch, but I didn’t want these people on this plane and I certainly didn’t want the drunk, sick and sleepy man sitting next to me (his companion sat behind us and was still cursing until the flight attendant told her to control her language or she would be escorted off the plane). The man is sleep and all seems fine then all of the sudden he starts to moan, he calmly alerts the flight attendant that she has to vomit, and he needed vomit bags….. so this man who is sitting in between me and another equally and pissed off passenger puking up his booze, stinking up the entire plane… I’m a second from puking myself.

Then… THEN he takes his  full puke bag and holds it away from his body and literally over my lap…. and I just looked at him, like he lost his damn mind so I called the flight attendant and said, “excuse me, I need to move. this man is sick, he smells and he keeps passing his vomit over me… “ Since she was the one who gave him the barf bags she knew the situation and said, “I’ll do you one better, I’m gonna move him to the back of the plane” he left and the flight was so much better, you don’t understand… 1 hours with him barfing was an hour too long in my book, I spent the next three hours blissfully reading my magazine. When we disembarked the plane the lady went right back to cursing her partner out… and I stood there thinking, “this is exactly what happens when you wonder about other people”

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Until Next Time….

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