Little Update....Looking back on 9/11

I know it has been a while since I actually posted. And I will explain why.

School: has completely taken over my life. I feel like that's all I do right now. (That or work). I have three tests that I am studying cramming for by Tuesday. Why do college professors feel like they need to cram all of our tests on the same day? Probably so they can make our lives a living hell.

Work: has also taken over my life. I'm telling you, if I'm not at school, I am usually at work. I'm not complaining because I need the money. But then there's part of me that really misses my Monday-Friday job I had during the summer.

Friends: what are those?! Just kidding. I have seen a few friends this week. I studying with one and saw two while having dinner. I wish I had more time to spend with them though. I definitely enjoy spending time with friends when you can talk crap about some things, talk about football, and so on.

This weekend has really been an uneventful weekend. Which I am not complaining about at all. I worked a double on Friday, and made a good amount of money...I wait tables, for those of you who don't know that. After I got off work, I went and had Choo Choo's with an awesome friend. We probably sat there for a couple of hours just laughing about random stuff. Saturday, I slept in and then watched Georgia get slaughtered by South Carolina. I'm pretty sure I can't tell you how much I dislike hate Steve Spurrier and those freaking Gamecocks. UGH! I had to work that night, and then again, still made some money, but not near as good as Friday. After getting home, I had to make sure I caught up on all my football games from that day. Today (Sunday), I worked yet again. Made a good amount for a Sunday. But that has been my weekend.

On a sadder note, Saturday marked the 9 year anniversary of 9/11/2001. It's crazy to believe that it has already been 9 years. These years have flown by. I remember sitting in my 7th grade Social Studies classroom with Mrs. Shanks. I was 12 years old. We had just got done switching classes, and before I went in someone told me that they think that a plane crashed in to a building in NYC. Mrs. Shanks didn't say anything about it, so I just shrugged it off. Literally 5 minutes later, our principal at the time came on the intercom in a very serious tone, and told us that America was indeed under attack. So we turned on the television, and in all our classes that day, all we did was watch tv. Talk about freaking out. What was a 12 year old suppose to do when they hear something like this? I was a car rider at the time, and when my Dad picked me up, I remember asking what all was going on and if we were going to be okay. I later learned that I have a distant cousin that was in the basement of the Pentagon when it was attacked. He got out safely. But I feel all the innocent lives that were killed that day. I still get chills thinking about that horrific day. I am so glad that our country pulled together as one nation UNDER GOD after that day, but it's also sad that it took a tragedy like this one to come together. I am so thankful for the brave firefighters and police officers that put their lives on the line that day. And I am thankful now for the men and women who put their lives on the line every day while fighting for our freedom overseas. As a military sister, I send my prayers over there every night and they are always in my mind.