Really now? What was the story? Also, thank you! I am equally glad to be posting again.
I’ve had a lot of trouble falling asleep the past few days. It’s very strange; so many things have been crossing my mind. Things from my past (of course) and things that the future holds have been keeping me awake longer than they should lately.
I’ll blame the heat for the restlessness, but it’s still been a little unnerving.
I hope you all understand that while this is a blog about my Metro experiences, it’s also where I’d prefer to be more personal than in my actual personal blog (funny how that works).
Anyway, one of the things that has been going through my mind is things that have happened on Metro, things that I haven’t gotten around to writing about on here. I talk a little bit about the fears I have in this post from a ways back.
Almost a year ago, I remember I was waiting at the platform for Red Line to come.
It’s been a while since I’ve posted on this blog of mine, early February as I might recall. I apologize for not posting as often as I’d like to. Truth be told, I’ve been neglecting this blog for a while.
It’s difficult for me to find the words to put down to describe the things I see on Metro and be satisfied with how they sound. I know many of you may not be quite as invested in this blog as I would hope, but I can’t blame you, seeing as I wasn’t even invested into it after some time. I’m hoping to buck that trend and post more often, with more quality and maybe be a little more personal.
I think we all know how easy it is to influence the mind of a child. There’s always so much talk about how media, society and family life have a direct and meaningful impact on the younger generation, be it good or bad. And I’d like to think it’s pretty damn true; kids are just sponges and they suck everything up, financially (look, jokes!) and knowledge.
But being a child, they may hear the words and process them but they don’t fully understand what it is that those words are trying to convey. It’s like if a foreign person who just learned English is reading an idiom for the 1st time. Of course they can read the words “It’s raining cats and dogs” because they’re not hard. But is it really raining cats an dogs? Why is it raining cats and dogs? Is this a terrible weather phenomenon? maybe that’s not a very good example, but I think you know what I’m trying to say.
Okay, so what does this have to do with anything Metro? Well, it’s not all about influence of a child through a song, but everything around them. So here I am, heading to school on Orange Line
I’ll be honest, this story is not all that recent. In fact, it’s been about 6 months since it’s happened.
That being said, I promised a story a day til my new semester gets started so I figured that I might as well start off with stories I REALLY didn’t have time for. This happened in June, right at the peak of my finals stress. I had pulled a 40 hour day working on finals and a video that was SUPPOSED TO BE GROUP WORK, but I got through it and now I’ll get on with the story.
(Also, with the lack of hockey in our lives thanks to that DAMN lockout, I thought this would be a nice flash back for you Kings fans!)
So here I am, heading back on Gold Line, with the full intention of going home.
Seeing as this isn’t a staff of people and just me, I would like you all to have wonderful winter festivities with those you love! Whether you celebrate Christmas, Hanukkah, or whatever holiday you can celebrate right now, I wish nothing but good things for both my followers and everyone else!
I’m aware I’ve not updated in a good while, but that’ll change (when the Fire Nation attacks soon). NO. I’ve been holding out on you guys with stories!