It's winter break, I'm done with fall classes which I did alright in; hopefully next semester will be even better. Maybe I'll get a job, volunteer at a hospital during the weekends, work out more. I want to be better, and I also want to work on music, that's the thing that i love to do, take some piano lessons or something. I want so many things 2010 seems like a good year to start fresh, a new schedule, new people, a new decade, a new look on life and a different way in living it. A year from now I want to remember back to today and feel the differences that have occurred. Today is the last day of 2009. The past 10 years have been mind boggling. 
In 2000 I was just 9 years old unaware of the effect of world events. I can easily remember the spring of third grade and the fall of fourth grade. This was filled with the class singing patriotic songs and competing for moose-bucks which were rewarded throughout the year and kids were able to participate in an auction using them. There was a wind chime that me and a friend were able to fix, which I still have right now, it's on my window. That year was filled with bliss.
In September of 2001 America was attacked, everyone remembers where they were on that date, at that time when those planes torpedoed into the Twin Towers. I was actually on a plane headed to Detroit but was deported to Canada. I remember that moment in the plane, landing on the tarmac. The pilot was telling people that there was a terrorist attack, I was utterly confused. I cried for my dad because it was just my mom, my brother and I, we were coming back from India via Amsterdam to Detroit. My mom handled everything from our journey to Michigan to the plane back to Upstate New York.
We took a bus from Toronto to Detroit and stayed at a friend's place.
During the bus ride there I remember at the border having to stop because they had to check us at some immigration center, it was the new routine. A brown man, who at the Amsterdam airport was freely smoking which I couldn't believe because I thought one could not smoke in public places and because of this became suspicious of him (in school we were taught about the dangers of smoking and it had such a negative connotation that I assumed all bad people smoke), was far more thoroughly checked and scanned and questioned on his visit, he was just visiting friends he said, I grew more suspicious of him, but this later waned.
At the friend's place which was across from my old home, we got some rest and information about this situation. What is going on?
Sidetracking for a bit.....
I was born and raised in Michigan until I was seven. I have an unusual attachment to Troy, Michigan, a suburb of Detroit. Our old home, which at my age of 9 looked like a mini white house because of its tall cylindrical columns and white exterior, represented an immigrant's dream, it was nestled in a family neighborhood, from green grass in the backyard to a girl around my age who's family was my family's neighbor. There is a big story to share about these contiguous households. NEXT TIME
We stayed at a friend's place for about three days, until planes could fly again. I remember coming from the shower one morning and coming down to the living room and seeing names going across the television screen and the explosions and smoke, the aftermath of September Eleventh. My brother's birthday was on the fifteenth, my 9 year old mind had put this date into context like this.
When we got our flight to New York State, everything seemed fine when I started the fifth grade, I missed a couple days.
In 2002 I became more mature, we had to watch a video about the biological function of our bodies, we were separated by gender when we watched the video and were sworn not to tell the kids in the lower grades about this new information. I was still carefree.
Then middle school started, I was pretty innocent in sixth grade and ignorant but in bliss. I was tomboyish.
2003 was the start of the war on terror
2004 I can barely remember anything important, just school
2005 was the start if high school, exciting I guess. It wasn't such a big transition. I was shocked to know that people smoke and drink but it rolled over and me and the shock value of that passed.
2006,2007,and 2008 I became more concerned about grades and college. I felt like what school you go to defines you, it does to a certain extent. Eleventh grade was tough but twelfth grade was tougher because it was so busy{Barack Obama was also elected as our 44th President, he is the first Hawaiian and person from a biracial background to do so}. I had college applications to fill and send, there was the visit to my uncle and his family in London, England and in the Spring of 2009 I juggled finishing AP Art paintings,Indian dance-which I kind of regret doing, Track and Field, going to Ball and dancing (which I looked like a complete fool for doing),I am sorry!,and final exams.
Then there was that summer in India, the gravity of my ajoba's health kills me. I also feel disconnected with my family there, 90 % of my family lives in Mumbai. It was a nice summer though despite what I have put down here. The summer festivals bring lots of laughter, loudness, and lots of family together.
Then there was college in the fall, I LOVE IT! everything about Boston and the new people, the hockey games and the T, and the school. I live in a dream, I am grateful.
So here I am, to this part in the text. This Decade has gone by at a pleasant pace. I have competed a branch, and now I am about to grow a new one, with bright green leaves, hopefully!!always~~
Have a listen to Death Cab for Cutie's The New Year
