My Steppingstones

1. I was born on the gloomiest day of the year, but now it is not gloomy to me anymore!

2. At about the age of one and a half my first word was tree.

3. At about two years old I started to walk before I crawled. My dad had to teach me how to crawl instead of how to walk.

4. First grade. First love. I remember on the bus ride to school trip I was holding Meghan's hand the whole ride. It was spectacular!

5. Third grade. Dislike my teacher so I became a rebel and stopped studying, doing homework. I started to instigate trouble instead.

6. Fifth grade. This was the year that September 11th 2001 struck everyone in America's heart. I remember my teacher getting off the phone and into the classroom with tears running down her face. The class asked what happened and she said adamantly nothing happened, lets open our textbooks. When I came home I saw these two buildings in flames and my eyes were popping out in terror. My mom explained the situation to me, but I was still confused. Also, in this year I started to work harder because our teacher treated us like mature adults and not children.

7. Seventh Grade. Started competitively running for my school. This caused me to manage my time better with my studies.

8. Freshman Year. First Year in Catholic school. Totally different environment than public schools. I met many new friends, which I keep in touch with today.

9. Junior Year. College! Started visiting and determining where I wanted to continue my education. During the year I went to visit Marist, Providence, Stony Brook, Quinnipiac, Fordham, Stonehill, Notre Dame, Iona, Hofstra, and Molloy College.

10. Freshman Year of College. First Blog site. Maturing into adulthood....hopefully!