This is my nana. She is the best person that I know. I took this picture on my birthday this past year. She took me to Rock and Roll sushi (my favorite restaurant) and was writing me out a birthday card. She has always given me the sweetest notes and cards throughout my life for every holiday and birthday. I am missing her a lot today. She is still in Birmingham and being four hours away from her is hard.
Today is her birthday. I wish that I was in Birmingham to see her. I would love to hug her and curl up in bed beside her and watch a movie like I did when I was little. I would do anything to be able to be at her house right now.
My nana has taught me so much about being a woman and always seeing the positive in every situation. She has been my light in a lot of dark times. She says that I am her sunshine and, well, she is mine, too. Her positivity and love stretch out and touch everyone that she meets. Her life is full of friends and family. I hope that one day I can be the kind of person that she is. I love my nana.
The statue of Vulcan sits in Birmingham, AL. It has a glass elevator and a walkway around his feet. He stands as a symbol of strength for the city of iron.
A person can view him from almost any part of the city. He is a uniting figure for the people. He also is a very important part of my life.
I love the Vulcan statue. I love what is stands for and what it means to the city. It also means a lot to me. My grandfather was one of the men to paint this great statue. It was hard work and didn’t pay much, but he did it anyway.
A person can always come here if they are looking for a small adrenaline rush or a great view of the city. All a person has to do is climb on the glass elevator and watch as the world gets further away.
When you are up there, everything else seems to melt away. You are overcome by the beauty of Birmingham and your nerves are working overtime from the height, but I never mind. I would spend every day here if I could.
I am originally from Birmingham, Alabama, and I have lived in or around it my entire life. It wasn’t until this past May that I moved more than 40 miles from this great city.
I miss it sometimes. There was always something to do. The night life was awesome. There were clubs, restaurants, shopping, an art museum, and so much more. This city shaped who I am as a person and if I had been raised anywhere else I would not be me.
It was in this city where I learned to walk, talk, drive, and where I discovered who I am. Birmingham held my heart for 19 years and it is so strange to be so far away.
Birmingham is on many lists as one of the top 1o most dangerous places to live, and I have to admit that there is a lot of crime. The crime is not even noticeable unless you are looking for it. I have never had a bad experience being downtown and I have gone to many sketchy places.
Birmingham is one of the many places that I recommend people visit. It is absolutely beautiful and one of the best places in Alabama if you know where to go.
I talked a little bit in my last post about UAB and so I decided to let the school have its own post. I wasn’t really fair in my last post when I spoke of it. I didn’t give it credit for the things that I did like about it.
UAB is a great school, but it just wasn’t the school for me. The campus is great and the professors are really good at their jobs. The students that I met there were awesome and are still some of my best friends. I received a wonderful education while I was there, but I expect more out of a school than just academics. I need clubs and extracurricular activities and they are hard to find at UAB.
I liked it while I was there, but I believe that it was because I didn’t know what I was missing. Now that I go to south, I am so happy and I absolutely love my school. UAB was not home, but south is.
There’s a lot to do in Birmingham, but it’s hard to find time to do any of it because of how much work you are given at UAB. I hate to complain, but I’m hoping that this post might cause someone to think about the school they choose.
College is important and picking the right one for you is just as important. The right school could be the difference between being a successful student and not. Pick the school that feels welcoming, exciting, and like home. Don’t pick a school just because everyone is telling you to or because it’s convenient. Pick the one that will make you happy.
My freshman year of college was spent at UAB and I was miserable. I was so bored there. It was my fault because I decided to go to a school that never felt like “home”. There weren’t any clubs or groups that interested me and I was suffering because of it. Academics are great, but teens need a social life.
Well I saw a flier for this thing called glowrage and decided to check it out. The first time that I went I went with a few friends and the time pictured above I just went with my friend, Jillian (the guys were the DJ’s).
Each time I went I had a blast. It was so much fun. The music was great, the people were crazy, and the paint was cold. For hours we waited and enjoyed the music.
Then came midnight and the party started. Paint was everywhere. It was in my ears, eyes, hair, and everywhere else. We danced all night and by the time it was over, I couldn’t hear anything because the music had been so loud.
It was so much fun. They have them here in Mobile and I would really like to go to one, but there’s so much to do here that I have a hard time pulling myself away. I plan on going to the next one though. I’ll be in the front row.