Matt and I first met July 19, 2013 in Galesburg, IL at the local YMCA, which was graciously hosting us that evening on our journey across the country. Matt and I were both interns for the Million Dollar Marathon, a cross-country run that was raising funds and awareness for Above & Beyond Cancer. I had been on the road with the crew for just over a month and the 19th marked Matt’s first time meeting most of us. My first impression of Matt was that he was arrogant. I didn’t realize at the time, how intimidating it must have been to come into a close-knit group as an outsider.
My manager had asked me on Thursday that I had to work on Sunday at 3. That’s perfect I told her. Friday my father got home; he’s a trucker so I don’t see him much, we were going to spend the weekend in family and have fun. Sunday comes around after church my family and friends were going to a get-together. I rush after church and arrive to Winn Dixie, when I get there My Manager Aggressively says what are you doing here you start work at 5.
He stood up to his parents which was a big step forward for Greg as we hadn 't seen this before.This is the first change and the start of us and Greg taking control. When Greg was introduced to rally car driving this was the first thing Greg enjoy it and was good at. Rally car driving changed Greg for the good. Greg’s change has had a massive impact on his life. Greg is now happy, has lots of friends and has something that interests him.
On one Friday morning, I woke up with an abundance of excitement I screamed, “Today is the day!” Then I hopped out of bed, threw my school uniform on and headed to school. At lunch my friend Madeline asked, “are you and Jake meeting up at voodoo?”. Jake was this guy that I had a huge crush on he was tall, handsome, and funny. I replied to her question by saying, “hopefully”. While driving home from school, I could not believe that I was finally going to Voodoo music and arts festival.
It could be said that before the Great Recession a sweet car was a status symbol. In my view and in many others, the new status symbol du jour is entrance into the paid off mortgage club. Joining this reference group, that consists of people with no mortgage payment, is my current aspiration in life. These people are truly living life in my rather humble estimation. And so I, being of a rather diligent mind set, make my mortgage payment every month and try to pay an extra payment once a year.
After my day long orientation at Stony Brook, we ventured around the area I would call home in a few short months. Stony Brook, a hamlet in the town of Brookhaven, had a small town feel even though it was in Suburbia, USA and a little over an hour from the most populous city in America. Even though I had never been to Stony Brook before, I had decided that it was where I wanted to go simply based on pictures, reviews, and my own research. In fact, it was the only college that I applied to. I wanted to be close to the hustle and bustle of big city life while not being completely overwhelmed by the transition from my small town.
In total, we had at least 7 or 8 meets, with the season lasting around a month or so. Out of all the meets we ran, the best I personally did was at our home meet. I remember one of our meets, I think our 3rd to last, was very windy and we all thought it would rain, but it didn't. Over time I eventually became better and better and practice didn't seem nearly as bad as before. Finally, our last meet came up and I had been very excited.
Like every other Saturday my cousins and I had plans to go to a club but that day was different I meet a person a girl, we talked, dance and we had a lot of fun, then I found out the she was only visiting her brother for the weekend because guess what she was from Wisconsin. So we exchanges number and promised to keep in touch we each other, we keep on talking thru the phone for a month and then she invite me to visit her home town Milwaukee, and liked the previews time we had a lot of fun.
I began to get ready to go to my very first concert on a Saturday afternoon in which I was going to see my favorite Mexican band, Banda el Recodo. As I was picking out my clothes I was not sure what to wear and had to change about three times, but then I received a phone call from one of my friends named Tony, who was supposed to give me a ride. When I picked up the phone I answered, “Hey Tony, whats up? You ready?” “Hey Edgar, something in my family has come up and I can’t make it, you’re going to have to go without me. I’m so sorry man,” Tony said.
I had come back from travel in Yosemite National Park. Few weeks ago, one of my classmates, Michael, suggested to travel with him and his girl friend during the spring break. At that time, I did not have any plan for the spring break, and I wanted to travel with foreign friends. Thus, I decided to travel with him. After one week, Rodolfo decided to join us with his wife.
One freezing February Saturday, I needed wake up at six in the morning to go play in a volleyball tournament. The rest of my family was in Arizona and had left me in Iowa Falls, so I wouldn 't miss my finishing tournament of the season. I wasn 't jubilant about it, but I agreed anyway. My grandma drove me up to Dike New Hartford High School. There were 10 other teams from all around Iowa.
In early September my family and I took a trip up to State College, Pennsylvania for the Rutgers Penn State game. Even though it was not the outcome I wanted for my Scarlet Knights, we still had a great time. Just being there for only a couple minutes, I quickly learned that when you travel for an away game with your desired sports team, you are going to feel like the minority. Kickoff was at eight o’clock in the evening, so that meant my day started at eleven in the morning in “Happy Valley.” Driving into the college town, College Avenue was filled with vocal fans and vibrant colors of blue and white. From cheerleaders handing out stickers labeled “Unrivaled” to extremely loud “We Are” chants filling the town, State College was turning into New York City by the second.
A couple of weeks ago, my sister’s fiancé sent me a text asking me if I want to meet Richard Petty. My heart started pounding with excitement when I read that message. My sister’s fiancé gave me the details about where Richard Petty was going to be at and I could not wait for the day that I would be standing beside a NASCAR legend. On July 17, Richard Petty came to the Rite Aid corporate office to support their annual carnival for the kid’s event to raise money for the children’s miracle Network and Hershey Childrens hospital. In the early morning of July 17, my mom and I got cleaned up, and then we drove to the event.