Fortunately, I passed the exam. I was one of the 11.07% passers in 200,000+ examinees. Passing this exam was another major blessing I received this year from above. I remembered the day I’m taking this exam, while on our travel to our room assignments, I forgot the ID I used in my exam application. I called my younger brother to follow me on the city and bring all my documents just to please the examiner to let me take the exam with the alternative IDs I have.
The anticipation that runs through your body like an iv of anxiety and excitement is something you cannot explain, before you make it to reception. I remember reception day like it was yesterday, it was February 23, 2011. I said my last goodbyes to my mom and my sister and was off to basic training at Fort Leonard Wood, Missouri. The flight from Sacramento California to Missouri was only a few hours, however we had to wait at the USO for the other future soldiers that were coming from the east coast. By the time we left the airport it was around 2100 hours and we had a bus ride that was two hours long.
From the train station, Yoshua took a taxi back to the hotel and changed clothes. Once ready for a day of physical labor, he called the boys on his construction crew and asked them to come to work the next morning. Yoshua was conscious of Spain being a Catholic country and Sunday was not a day for construction and making noise. He spent the day going over the inside and outside of the chapel and made decisions about how they would proceed with the excavation. After dinner, he had time—for the first time in days—to pick up the book he began reading on the flight to Spain; The Foundation Trilogy by Isaac Asimov.
The most memorable vacation I’ve been on was my trip to Salem, Massachusetts. It was February 2012, we left at 9pm so we could sleep all day the day before, so we could drive the 8 hours to Salem. I packed lots of long sleeved shirts, jeans, hoodies as well as heavy jackets and boots. I got my camera and I packed snacks and a cooler for drinks and sandwiches for the ride to Salem. Before we left we stop and filled the car with gas.
the first semester of school is over! But I was wrong. I made a small accident in Rome Italy during my winter vacation. On that day my family and I were taking an excursion to Florence from Rome, Italy. It was about noon and our train was departing at about 1 pm.
“Do you have to wear that tie, Roy? It’s awfully hot out,” I observed as we headed out of the hotel into the 90º heat of the Bangkok winter. “Oh yes. It is a requirement of the management!” He would wear a coat and tie the entire four days, and I mentally thanked old Pop for showing up last night. There is very little in Thai history that Americans are aware of, so little in fact, that you can count them in a victory sign: we have heard of the King and I, and we have seen the movie “Bridge Over the River Kwai.” The latter, which is located about two hours west of Bangkok, is a tragically true story made into an impossible novel and movie.
The plane was late by 1 minute… What a disgrace. “Remind me to sue Emirates later”, I told my father. I walked out the airport thinking of playing with all the snow I saw outside but walked into the hotel with a bleeding knee. Stupid concrete... The huge crossing of Shibuya was massive, the temples were extraordinary, and the snow that fell on the ground gracefully was as comforting as falling face first into a pile of marshmallows.
After dropping my daughter off at homecoming, I drove thirty minutes back to work and picked up my laptop to please my neighbor. After all this running around, I had forgotten about the plans my mother had made for us that night. Even though I tried my best to please everyone, I ended hurting the people who loved me the
9:45 a.m. I am already 15 minutes late and I sneakily walk through the back door of the classroom. Or at least, I thought it was sneaky enough. Most of my classmates stare at me as I walk in and, sliding into my seat, my seatmate whispers “You’re late… Again.” Yes, it was my second instance of tardiness within the week. Leaving Makati early is useless.
We flew to Kuala Lumpur from Ho Chi Minh city and crossed the border to Singapore a few days later. As you know, college students always search for the most inexpensive way to travel because of their financial problem. Therefore, we decided to walk from the city center to our hotel, which is about 3 miles away, after arriving at the airport. Carrying a 25 lbs luggage and walking in a strange city on a hot day with sweat flowing on the face was a terrible idea. My strength was drained entirely away after flying for three hours plus an extra two hours of walking.