May 25,� 2008
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Sunday – the big day is finally here.� Today it will be very busy in the suite as we have about 85 people on our guest list.� Most of the same people from yesterday return plus more.� Most notable NASCAR figure was Junior Johnson….I actually had the opportunity to talk with him and listen to him tell stories about his infamous boot legging days.� We also had (2) state Representatives, (2) Mayors, former governor of NC and a general from the army.� I befriended State Representative Jeff Barnhart and his wife Jody and they introduced me to a woman named DeSales Wagster.� She is the CEO of the Cabarrus County Visitors Bureau.� The bureau does lots of work within the Race Industry promoting tourism.� She was very interested in talking to me about an opportunity she might have coming up.� In one of my chats with Jeff and Jody I told them that is none of the things I have lined up pan out that I think I am going to pitch to Lowe’s Motor Speedway that their mascot “Lug Nut” needs a girlfriend.� Don’t you think I would make a great mascot?� Jody thought we should call her “Spark Plug”.� Later in the evening they returned from a tour in the pit area and told me that they ran into Lug Nut…and they had Lug Nut’s shoe.� I not really sure how they got it but they told me they chased him down pit lane trying to tell him about my idea and he lost his shoe!!!� I could hardly stop laughing.
After the race started Humpy came up to the suite.� It was a very touching moment.� When he entered the room some yelled out “Ladies and Gentlemen, Humpy Wheeler is in the house” and everyone stood up and clapped and clapped and clapped.� He then gave a little speech.� There were many tears in the room.� There was a camera crew with him that apparently had been following him around all day to document his final day at Lowes.� I tried really hard to always to always be behind him!� It was a very bitter sweet day for day lots of people there.� Some of Humpy’s friend had been coming to his suite since he started at Speedway over 30 years ago and this would probably be the last time they would be there.
It was an incredible long day…I left home at 9:00am and got back home a little a 1 am.� But what a great weekend.� I loved the worked and had a great time interacting with all the people I meet this weekend. ��I am truly grateful for all the wonderful experiences I have had these last two weeks.
The world is round and the place which may seem like the end
�may also be the beginning.
May 24, 2008
It’s Saturday and I am headed back to Lowe’s.� I’m excited to check out my new gig for this weekend!� I get to ditch the standard uniform and have been told to wear a black and white outfit – right up my alley.� So basically my assignment was to be the suite hostess.� I had a list of guest that would be attending the suite and would greet them and get them check in.� Then basically I chatted the afternoon and evening away.� Served a few drinks here and there.� This assignment was much better than that in the speedway club.� One of the best things was the food.� We were allowed to take a break and fix a plate from the buffet they were serving in our suite, which by the way had it’s own chef.� The food was just fantastic!� But the best part was our dinning accommodations.� We would fix a plate and go up to the roof of the building.� This is where all the TV camera and photographers are set up.� The view is absolutely phenomenal.� Dinner does not get much better when you are perched on the 8th floor (roof) of the speedway over looking the race track, wind in your, sun on your face and the fresh smell of burning rubber!� Today most of the guests in Mr. Wheelers suite were friends and political figures.� Most of the people had been coming to the speedway and his suite for many many years.� They were all so kind and really interested in the move I had made to Charlotte.
Small opportunities are often the beginning of great enterprises.
today is the day that we have been being friend for 100 days~^^
it is very special~ and i give him the present that i prepared be4~
hope he will like it~^^
actually a bit scared that he doesnt like the present==
coz it is very normal things........
we go and watch mevie~^^with mangkok also~^^
that's all for this day~ cant wait for the next 100 days~
really luv u~^^very very much.........
omg yesterdayy i hunng out wit mii boo :] yeah he came over rite after skool but he had to go home early cuz i had dance practice which was soo gay cuz i wannted to hang out with him...so after i got bak from practice EVERYONE WAS GONE�� � i was home alone :]] soo me and him where textin and i told him to get a ride bak over :] so yeahh we hung out tilll like 7 wen his grama got off...and no one even found out :] it was kinda good we hung out cuz we was talkin about us...i love beein wit that boii, but anywaisee mi brotherss will be here innnn like not evenn 5 hours :]]�
Loosing it beyond control,
The story of my life,
That no one knows.
I love to sing,
I love to write,
The pen in hand,
I hold so tight.
Poems with love, happiness and joy,
Sorry but that’s not me.
That would be some one else sweet pea.
Darkness, sweeter then hell,
Lies, nothing like a fairytale,
Is what I write,
So come with me,
As we all say good night.
I look out the window,
Of this old broke down house,
I remember what it is,
That I was all about.
I open the closet door,
And hold my small head high,
Because if not,
I am bound to cry.
Nothings apart of me,
In this old empty house,
Nothing but the blood shed on the wall,
Tears, no happiness at all.
Like a caged bird I sat and I sang,
Of freedom, for life that I may lead.
Like a caged bird, I sat and I wrote,
Stories of a life, that everyone took as a joke.
Now though, I’m sitting, here.
Loneliness, compressed by nightmares.
Daddy don’t hit me,
Daddy please stop.
Eyes rolling,
Heart not.
I’m hiding a life you see,
One of bitterness,
No drink of sweet tea.
I’m crying,
But no one knows.
My hearts flying, beyond that rectangle window.
Now I’m looking in here you see, a life that I was supposed to lead.
I hold my head high,
As I walk down the stairs,
This is where I begin the night mare.
My experiences in the academy is still unfolding itself. Some of these experiences are good while others are naive. In the academy, there is a quasi- military culture that I am still trying to get used to. I have to, it is the foundation of the kind of education that the academy delivers. It is its mission. Without it, there is nothing significant about the institution anymore.
On my first weekend at the academy, I saw the incoming probationary students. I didn't understand why the parents have to cry, and why things are such a big deal at the academy. But late this morning, I realized why. It's not that easy to start life indoctrinated and under the civilian power. There is a restriction�of freedom. Freedom is something that I treasure most. I've been with UP for the last 8 years, and my life has been fruitfully free. I had the freedom to wear slippers, shorts and a shirt when going to school. I had the freedom to speak my mind, to intellectually�discuss issues and things with friends and foes alike, to take to the streets key issues and principles that I think needs to be addressed by the persons concerned. These things I couldn't see in the academy. Well, obviously. All I know is that when your'e in a military environment, you are under civilian rule. That applies to a certain percentage to the cadets of the academy. And when you are in that certain environment and condition, your life will have a complete turnabout, you are subject to more rigid rules than what your mother might have imposed on you when you were still under�her care. You are expected to do things based on schedule and based on what was expected of you. You have to do things differently- the way you walk, talk, eat and probably sleep.
I don't pity the cadets or cadettes who are under it. I pity it if it happens to me. There is a moral, emotional and psychological degradation that will happen to me if I am in that situation- not counting the physical torment that I would undergo.
Funny. But at one point I was actually thinking of entering the academy. Jeez.
�Probationary students undergo training for one month. If they can surpass it, and if they won't resign, then they are to take oath as fourth class midshipmen in the academy. It's like you earned the right to be first year cadets. Life will probably be hell for them for one year, but if they surpass it, they'll probably be hotshots for the next year.
The next year, they become 3rd class midshipmen, and some of them will form part of the orientation staff who will train�and guide the incoming proby for next year. Leadership knows no boundaries. It only knows what and how to direct in order that the goals can be achieved. I can see in these cadets and cadettes a different training that will make them future leaders of this country. That's something I am beginning to appreciate in this academy- the training of future leaders. They do it in a military way of course.
I've been reading about personal accounts of life at this academy through the eyes of the cadets themselves. It's a hard life. You have to juggle so many responsibilities. You have to balance your physical, emotional, spiritual and�intellectual self.�You have to wake up 4 in the morning to fix your�bunk, do physical training and clean yourself. Then, you have to�attend your classes and study at�night. The hardest part�is dealing with your seniors. You have to obey�hundreds of them and you have to know them by�name one�by one lest you get to be punished when asked�if you know the senior. For me, it's an interesting life�for the one who is determined�for this profession. But I wonder? Is it for the money? Or is it for the love of the profession? I haven't asked a cadet the reason why he�wants to�join the workforce in the maritime industry. But�I know�that a�huge percentage of them would want to go to this profession because of the dollars that can be earned.�
Maybe that's the only and biggest lure of�the profession. But�they forget that the dollar is starting�to weaken plus the recession that�is hitting the US. It's all about the money at the end of the day, I guess. Who would want to stay for months at sea isolated from civilization if not for the money?�Forgive me for being sarcastic, but I don't see anything�so high and mighty about�the profession except for the money.�
well not much has realli happend..me and baby cakes got into this huge arguement last nite cuz hes afraid to go wit me cuz he dont wnt jasmine to get hurt...watever fuck tht� gurl i hatte her..and i wish wed go out n shed try to start shit, cuz id beat her ass...naw but antywaise he so needs to make up his mind cuz im tired of waittin...this boy devonte likes me and wants to go wit me but how can i go wit him wen im waitin onn walter....idkk part of me just wants to give up but then another part of me thinks ive waited way to long jsut to give up you knoee..im just soo confused>< omg and thenn i tell walter about devonte cuz he just wants to be mi bestfriend and all and of course he has to think negative and be like oh he prolley just wanna go wit u cuz of ur past ahd he prolley just wanna fuck and blah blah...i personally think hes the one stuck on mi past still becuz he the one always bringin it upp...mi past aint even that bad!!!! i just happend to talk to alot boys and play alota boys.. i mean if bois can do it why cant gurls (its dumb how if we do it tho it makes us look like a hoe) watervr thoo....im just bnout to be done wit erybody and keep to mi self next yearr evenn tho its gunna be sooooooo hard...i mean cum one now wats high skool wit out boys and partys and flirtinng..itll be boring as hell PLUS im a be dancer next year :] �ima be wilen out :] ya digg lol kayy well mi words is runnin loww.
我没法不转发这首让千人落泪, 使万人心碎的诗. 《孩子快抓紧妈妈的手》 � � � � � � � � � � � � � �--为地震死去的孩子们而作 （感谢作者） 孩子，快 抓紧妈妈的手 去天堂的路 太黑了 妈妈怕你 碰了头 快 抓紧妈妈的手 让妈妈陪你走 妈妈 怕 天堂的路 太黑 我看不见你的手 自从 倒塌的墙 把阳光夺走 我再也看不见 你柔情的眸 孩子 你走吧 前面的路 再也没有忧愁 没有读不完的课本 和爸爸的拳头 你要记住 我和爸爸的模样 来生还要一起走 妈妈 别担忧 天堂的路有些挤 有很多同学朋友 我们说 不哭 哪一个人的妈妈都是我们的妈妈 妈妈 哪一个孩子都是妈妈的孩子 没有我的日子 你把爱给活的孩子吧 妈妈 妈妈 你别哭 泪光照亮不了 我们的路 让我们自己 慢慢德走 妈妈 我会记住你和爸爸的模样 记住我们的约定 来生一起走！
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