Spending time with my familia has always been mt pride and joy. I love being with them and enjoying the time. Of course, at times I get really bored and tried of them. Today was one of those days. I felt a tad overwhell and wanted to go home back to san Jose. However, I got to thinking, why go home? My familia is here and I do not get to see them ss much so let's enjoy the time! Which is what I did. One thing about spending time with my familia is that we eat a lot, to much! Last year during goble day we had about four turkeys and two hams. This year we cut it down by half, which is a good thing. We had a couple leftovers they were so good! Well that was my day now good night.

Sick

It’s been about a year since I have contacted the flue. On Tuesday morning I woke up fine, once Wednesday night came along I began feeling like a sore throat was coming I quickly took some night quill and went to bed right away. Around three am, I woke up with a horrible sore throat my voice was gone, and I had began a running noise. Once again, I took more medicine I hate the being sick. I woke up at seven am, and felt horrible. Since then, my headache has not gone away. It’s this horrible sense headache. I do not mine having a running noise and a sore throat, but the headache I just wish it would go away!

Time

Over the years I have came to realize that time is an essential key to having a decent life. For the past three years, I have worked on campus. Recently, I have been arriving late, which has been getting me in trouble. My boss called my attention last Friday and honest to God I taught I was going to get a fatty a** warning. Finally, this week I have been on time. I have no idea what is going on this semester. School has really taken a toll on me. I think I started on the wrong side of the bed this semester and its just been hard to get back in the groove of things. Over the summer, I had a life changing family experience. My mom under went heart surgery, causing a numerous amount of change in my family and my personal life. During the summer, time meant so much. How much time do I have?, will she be out soon?, will I be back on time? Many questions crossed my mind, and they were all pertaining to time.
Since I was a child, my dad was always on time. He made sure we made it to every family gathering at least 5 minutes early (uncommon for Mexican families). As I got older he noticed that none of my siblings would be on time. Consequently, he decided to forward all the clocks in the house by ten minutes. For about three months, his planed worked perfecly well, until we realized what we had done. We were able to calculate the time and his planed compleley back fired. Once I entered High School, I found the importance of time. My dad made it very clear that he would not take me to school if I was running late. I was so shocked when he told me that, that I always woke up on time. Now that I am in college I wish he was around to tell me the same thing. I have been arrving late to work for the last couple of weeks. When I went home for the wedding, he over heard me telling my brother, he walked into the room and said "Laura, Please be on time. Be grateful your boss is nice to you and she loves you, the real world would have let you go along time ago" I looked at him in complety AW! Futhermore, since I got back I have been on time. I am working on being on time to class because that is another issue.

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After reading a blog from another student, I finally found a topic for today's blog. I read a blog about someones landlord and how rude he is. It got me thinking about my landlord, who we actually call the manager for the apartment complex. I have to say that he is a great guy, maybe because we have been friends for about three years and he gives me a deal on my rent. Nevertheless, I have notice that most people do not like their landlords. One of the common reasons I have heard is, they never do what tenants ask them to do, they are never around, and according to a blog they pick up rent at 1:47am. I have only experienced one of these, while resiting in San Jose.
My manger is a 25 year old male, who works a number of hours. He is hardly home, when he is he sleeps, eats, or parties with other of our friends. Currently, he has finally been making an effort to help out all tenants. He painted all the apt., rewired all the fire, and rearranged parking so every tenant with a car could have a permanent spot. Mind you, I have know my manger for about three years, this was a dramatic change. I was completely shock! I think that if anyone has issues with their landlord they need to let them know.