State of the status update…

“I don’t remember the last time I wrote in here.”

It seems a fair amount of my blog posts begin with that sentence.  Often times I wonder why I stop writing in here.  There’s always something on my mind and writing is one of my strongest abilities.  Then again, there are other times when I start writing in here because I have nothing to do.

My other blog for my temporary time here at Purdue is completely stale. I could probably write in it until my fingers fell off.  However, if I’m not getting any readership whatsoever, it makes the process a little less fun.

Things are going a little weirdly here in Indiana.  I’ve been doing a lot of thinking (always a problem for me :P) and have settled on the fact that I will not be able to afford a full four year service here at Purdue.  If I try to do so I’ll leave here with well over $150,000 in debt.  There are numerous factors besides money that are also leading me to consider dashing out of here with my associate’s degree and numerous pilot ratings and endorsements.

Brady and I have been talking about this to no end.  There isn’t a day that goes by where the subject doesn’t come up, even if only for a few minutes.  He wants to do ATC on the east coast, preferably in the Northeast.  Why?  He loves it back there and he wants me to be near my family.  If there’s a specific part of the U.S. where the vast majority of my family is located, it’s in New England.  Smart boy.  Hehe.

New Hampshire is the state of choice for both of us.  He likes the idea of trying to work for either Manchester Airport or Boston’s Logan Intl.  The possibilities for a job with air traffic control are endless, but the main trick is finding a place that’s actually looking to hire someone.  My reason for liking NH is the fact that it has both mountains AND the ocean, and I have a lot of opportunities myself for either finishing up my schooling or diving right into the aviation world full-time.  All of my connections are back that way and I’m sure I’d have no problem finding a job.

I guess the reason why this idea is coming up is solely based on money (and the limitations of it thereof).  Growing up means making big decisions for yourself, and my biggest one so far was leaving New York behind to come out here.  The next big one might be leaving here and walking down a new road with an inevitable fork in it.  Either way I know I’ve got the support of a ton of people, and that’s what matters the most.

Strange blog posting session aside, I’m going to wrap this up and get back to reading.  Thinking about writing another post sometime later this week on religious tolerance as a result of an experience I had earlier in the week.  Leave it to some people here at Purdue to shove a bible in someone’s face….

Till then,

Me.

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What to write when you don’t know what to write.

That’s something I’ve been trying to figure out for a long time.  Unfortunately I have yet to come up with the answer.  Till then, you have to deal with endless ramblings of a slightly different caliber.

The ten days since my last post has brought little excitement, save for this weekend.  I’m currently sitting on my precalc notebook and textbook, which are strategically placed atop my chair (for whatever reason I know not of).  I’m also staring at my mess of a desk, half expecting it to clean and organize itself.  So far, no good.

I went down to Vassar College with my aunt and grandmother to see my cousin, a senior, play rugby on Saturday.  A beautiful day for the sport, indeed.  I enjoyed watching the game very much… even convinced my cousin to put in a good word to the rugby coach if I was interested in applying to Vassar in the coming months (which I intend to do).  I have no intention of retaking the SAT test at all, so I suppose I’ll need all the help I can get if I plan on applying to these higher-end schools.

I’m still a bit concerned about college.  I no longer have the anxiety I did before about the regents exams… I learned Wednesday that I need not take the chemistry regents at all because all that is required is three science credits and two regents exams.  So that helps.  A lot.

I thought a lot about Vassar throughout last night and today.  The campus is beautiful, the library is breathtaking, and I could really see myself attending the college for four years and enjoying myself in the process.  I’m still considering majoring in photography or writing.  I’d like to be able to fly corporate jets such as Citations or Gulfstreams for my main career while having something minor to fall back on.  Can only focus on what I’m good at, I suppose.

I should probably pay less attention to writing in here and more attention to the two power points I’m supposed to be making.  One on McCain and his economic policies and another one on quantum mechanics.

Politics = good… physics = not so good.

Such is life.

Guess I’ve got a bit of catching up to do…

Hey hey… October isn’t too long… only three months. Haha.

A bit long overdue, I suppose. No worries, this blog hasn’t missed much. Then again, maybe it has.

I know, bullets! That’ll cut the lack of organization down to nearly nil. Perfect idea. Let us commence!

  • Soloed on 11/26/07 in N6463Q… a bit nerve wracking on the first takeoff, but once I got over the fact that no one else was there in the plane and it was just me, I was pretty cool with it. By the third landing I was comfortable enough to go out of the pattern to make time for a Cherokee that was landing on a different runway. Got a lot of pats on the back from the Citation pilots on the ground after that. Heh heh.
  • Got my drivers license on 12/14. Had to take the road test in Grannie’s car (2001 Buick Century… otherwise known as the “grandma car”) the day after a major snowstorm here in upstate New York. Unfortunately Hudson is well-known for their unbelievably narrow roads and bad drivers, and it didn’t help that the car itself happens to be a bit on the wide side. Even though the roads were about 15 feet wide, the guy made me do the three-point nonetheless, and though I asked if getting friendly with the nearest snowbank would cost me anything, he praised me on “quite possibly the best three-point turn performed by someone in these conditions”. License please? Thank you. Heh heh.
  • Christmas came, and Christmas went. Same with the New Year. Nothing at all that was really too exciting… or that I can remember at least.

Guess that’s about it for bullet material. The only interesting things that have been going on lately are random events here and there and the occasional flying lesson.

Though there is one thing that I’ve failed to mention, which is my New Years Resolution (if you can actually call it a “resolution”). Over the Christmas break my pre-AP English class had to do a research project on the poet of our choice. For some reason I had a fascination with Carl Sandburg’s name and his resemblance to Peter Graves when he played Captain Oveur in “Airplane!”, so naturally I chose him. Nope, had no previous knowledge of his work… just picked him because he looked like Peter Graves. Pathetic, I know.

After going to the library and taking out about fifty books on this Sandburg fellow, I realized just how awesome he was. I spent more time reading his partial autobiography than writing the actual report itself, and it was about 15 hours before it was due that I realized I should probably put the book down and write eight pages of words. Trust me… writing an eight page paper on someone you’re actually interested in really isn’t that hard to do. It’s writing an eight page paper on something you don’t give a damn about that really gets you. Or me, at least.

Anyway, I’ve always been a bit of a poet myself, so I was glad that I actually had something in common with Mr. Sandburg. Made things a lot easier as far as the project went. But reading about how he published his poetry inspired me… so I went to the store back in the earlier part of the month and bought a really nice book-like notebook. My resolution is to keep it handy all the time to write whatever poetry might come to mind at the given time and edit it later… then when the “book” is about half full, I’m going to pick and choose the best ones and send them off. Who knows… maybe something will arise from it. That’d be pretty cool.

I was thinking, too, that I might start writing some of them on here… maybe the grand amount of zero people who read this might comment on them and be like “Wow, this sucks” or “Hahah”. Naah, tell you what… I’ll put the link to the “AllPoetry” website over on the side bar to the right. That has pretty much everything in it. Everything that’s somewhat decent, at least. Heh heh.

Anyway, I think I’ve rambled on enough for one post. I have the rest of the day off today because it was midterm/regents week at school, and my exam was at 8 this morning. Early start to the weekend, I guess.

Yesterdays flying and still finagling ways to get the MacBook Pro…..

Couldn’t have asked for a nicer day for flying yesterday.  Got to the airport around 1, went through some ground school for about ten minutes, fueled up the airplane, and got off the ground around 2.  On the way from this airport to that airport, I managed to fly over my house.  First thing I said to Cliff while doing so was “I’ll be you ten bucks I’ll get home and say ‘Hey Mom, did you see me fly over?’ and her answer will be ‘You flew over?'”

Such was not the case, however.  I flew over town and a friend later told me on Facebook that she saw me fly over her house.  Always makes me feel good when someone says “Haha, I saw you in the air!”.  Heh heh.

Once we got down to the other airport, we landed and did slow and fast taxis up and down the runway so I could get used to “driving” the airplane on the ground.  After about a half hour doing that we went back up in the air and shot some landings.  I guess I did pretty well (not to my standards) for not having flown a tailwheel in a couple years.  I’ll get used to the airplane in due time, I promise.

Once we got back it wasn’t five seconds after we were on the ground when a Challenger flew in on the crosswind runway.  A gorgeous jet… I’d kill to fly one any day of the week.  Whoever came up with the quote “Jet noise; the sound of freedom” should get a big pat on the back.

So I’d say yesterday was a decently good day for flying.  I’ll say one thing; flying the Clipper can easily humble a pilot who thinks they’re experienced with tailwheel airplanes.  Trust me, I know.  Heh heh.

As far as the progress with the MacBook Pro goes, I’m going to see if I can work something out with my grandmother as far as a credit card/monthly payment thing goes.  Mom doesn’t want it on any of her cards, and I don’t blame her.  Granny will throw a fit yelling “What, does everyone in this family think that they can just take my money?”  In which case I would deliver one of my famous snaps and say “Well, one difference here – at least I’m paying you back.”  Hah hah hah.  No money loss on anyones part except mine.  Surprise surprise.  😀

Until later…

Beating up the Board of Education, a lovely reunion four years overdue, and… does anyone want to buy a wool sweater???

Nothing like a beautiful fall Saturday to get one out of bed at 8 in the morning. Heh heh. It’s unusually gorgeous outside, with hardly any wind whatsoever. Though it is supposed to kick up towards the latter part of the day.

School is off to a good start… homework like crazy (same for projects, too), but I can’t blame the teachers; three college classes in high school isn’t meant for the faint of heart. Heh heh.

Thankfully I’m back in to my old routine of flying on the weekends. Went flying on 9/1 in a Cessna 152 to knock some of the rust off since I last went up in June, and I was glad to know that I can still fly. Then I flew over to Northampton on 9/22 to manage the ground operations (telling people what to do and filling out paperwork) for a Young Eagles rally. I flew the whole way, to and from, with Cliff just sitting there hanging out. Couldn’t have asked for better weather or more cooperative kids. Yes, all thirty of them. Thirty kids and three airplanes made for a six hour day. But it was fun.

I’m supposed to go flying around 1 today… but that’s only if the wind behaves. Funny thing is I’m now taking lessons in the very first airplane that I ever ever ever flew four years ago. It’s strange how some things seem to happen, in a sense it’s like the “History repeats itself” quote. Regardless, flying the Clipper is like seeing an old friend after four years of being apart. Thankfully we still get along with each other. Heh heh.

As far as affairs on the ground go, I’m now extremely active in the inner workings of my school district. It all started a few weeks ago when a friend sent an email to me that was directed mostly towards Mom (due to her real estate expertise) regarding a new $49 million dollar improvement project that the district wants to pass. He was worried only because apparently school taxes would shoot through the roof. As a result, Mom and I went to a few board meetings and gathered some information. I, too, have become somewhat involved as far as throwing my two cents in… and I’m now on the Green Committee (to make sure that whatever improvements they do follow through with are energy efficient) and the Strategic Planning Committee, which consists of about twenty faculty members, numerous Board of Education members, and a ton of community members/parents. The SPC doesn’t really deal with the improvement plan people (dubbed the Long Range Facility Planning Committee), it’s more like how to improve the school from the inside… being programs, curriculum, safety, etc. Both committees are very interesting, and there’s talk that I might even end up as a non-voting member of the Board of Education. I’m hoping against hope that it can happen…. we’ll see.

Plus as a result of my sudden interest in BOE politics, it was suggested to me that I look into Political Science and/or International Relations as a college major. Both seem relatively interesting…. we’ll see, when the time comes. Heh heh.

To slip in as a side note, I decided against buying the Dell that I had my heart set on. However, I was with Chris in the library the other day working on a US History powerpoint and he had his new MacBook Pro. Probably the most beautifully engineered piece of machinery I’ve seen since the Mooney Ovation. I’m going to do all I can to figure out how to do monthly payments on it… meaning I’m most likely going to have to start knitting/selling wool sweaters like mad. But my Dell is starting to poop out on me… 512 mb of ram isn’t fast enough anymore, I have about 2 free gigs on my 80 gig HD, and the HD itself keeps reverting back to PIO mode (über slowness). So buying two 1 gig chips and a new internal hard drive would run me about $400. By the time Christmas comes around it’ll be celebrating its 4th birthday. I’m thinking the $53 a month vs. $400 up front is a bit more appealing. Besides, I love the Mac interface. It’s a lot nicer than Windows… hopefully I can sell tons of sweaters, because this thing is worth every cent.

As for now, it’s time to get ready before flying. I still have a couple hours, but there’s still some stuff to get out of the way.

It’s been a long, long time.

Here we are tottering on the last day of March and I haven’t bothered to write in this thing for over a month.

Let’s get the important stuff out of the way, then… shall we?

I haven’t soloed yet. Perhaps that’s my biggest sin of the moment right now. But it has been almost a month since the last time I flew the Allegro, or at all for that matter. I simply came to the conclusion that I just wasn’t ready to fly it yet. And, I figured that I’ve waited four years to solo; a little while longer isn’t going to kill me. Especially if I don’t have confidence in my ability to fly the damn thing. Heh heh. However, I did go down and get my driver’s permit the day after my birthday, and got a 100 on the test. And, I might say I’m a decent driver. But we don’t even have the BMW out of hibernation yet. Gah.

As for other things, I’m trying to think of stuff that has happened since the last time I wrote in here. Ah, we’re all moved in as far as the house goes. Things have been going really smooth with that, and it’s awesome. I just finished cleaning up my room a bit. I also noticed that it’s far more rewarding to clean a large room with stuff cluttered on the floor rather than a small room because a clean floor makes the room seem even bigger than it already is.

Hmm… what else…

Wow. That’s all I can think about. Surprise…

On that note, I think I’m going to go find something to do outside. If I think about anything else that happened, I’ll be sure to fill in the details later.

12 Days!?!? CRAP!

Ehh… I suppose I’ve taken a bit of a mini vacation from writing in here. But that’s alright, I didn’t stray far. Heh heh.

Anyway, we spent Saturday night up at the new house. We even brought the cat up, which was nice. For once he came and slept on my bed. And he wasn’t even in the way. Hah! I had a ton of fun watching King Kong, MythBusters, and Jackass until 1 in the morning. Thank goodness for dishnetwork. Heh heh.

We still have a ton of snow leftover from the storm last week… and I wish it would all go away. Seriously. I’m ready to build a flamethrower and torch all of it. Man that would be fun….

Doug called my cell around noon, saying that we could fly tomorrow morning if it worked for me because he’s coming home a day early. I just sent an email to his home account because the dsflight one is screwed up, saying that 10 would work. I hope he gets it, and that the weather cooperates. Mom was a bit irked at the idea of going tomorrow because I’m supposed to fly Wednesday through Saturday, but I calmly explained to her that 1) she should’ve got out of the warm car and walked 2/10 of the way down the runway with me when I was scheduling my lessons and 2) I’ve only flown the damn airplane twice. And it’s the airplane that I’m supposed to solo in. In just 12 days. Holy crap. I just realized that I have 12 days until my 16th birthday. Oh crap. Crap crap. Super crap. I’m dead.

And I’ve waited 4 years for this?! That’s like, 1460 days of waiting. And I’m down to 12?!!?! DAMNIT! I want more days!

And I’ve only flown the airplane TWICE!

AAAH!

Okay, I can do this. Heh heh. Whoa. I still can’t believe it. *Cringe*

Anyway, I totally forgot what I was going to write about. Damn. Ahh, I could always write about packing. That’s an exciting topic.

There are two large, 50 lb boxes behind me on my bed. One hold the contents of 1 (count that, one) shelf on my bookshelf and the other hold the contents of 4 drawers from my vanity. And that doesn’t even put a dent in anything. The worst part is that I’m a total packrat and I save everything. Unless it’s decrepit and covered in battery acid or sticky stuff, I probably won’t throw it out. Hah. I also cleaned out some stuff from my nightstand, though there’s a bunch of crap and weird things in there that I’d rather not touch. So what I’m probably going to have to do is take out what I want and empty the drawers in a biohazard bag or something. *Cringe*

Okay… I’m running out of things to write about. Which kinda sucks. So I think I might read for a little while. That’s always a fun thing to do. Heh heh.