Hello and welcome. My name is Wyatt and this is the first entry of hopefully many on my blog. I've thought about starting a blog for quite some time now, but only recently did I decide to go through with it. I don't image anyone is actually going to read this, but I am content knowing it's available and that there is a possibility someone might.
First off, let me give some background information about myself. I was born in Rochester, NH on January 2, 1989 to my parents, Frances and Sidney. I am their first and only child. My mom had been pregnant several years earlier, but from what I can gather the child died from birth complications. My mom had difficulties with both of us, involving massive amounts of blood lost, so my parents came to a decision after I was born to not have any more children.
The three of us lived in a small trailer in Ossipee, NH, a small town of roughly 3,000 people for the first four to five years of my life. The only distinct memory I have of living there is of my dad becoming frustrated with me one morning because I was being difficult getting ready to go to daycare. We eventually moved because while the location was convenient for my mother, whose job was only a few miles away from our home, my father’s commuted forty minutes every day. Another reason was that the trailer was rather small, not suitable for our family. I gather my grandmother bought the trailer from us as she lived there for several years until recently when she moved into a nursing home.
My parents then bought a home in Wakefield, NH, south of Ossipee, a town with roughly the same number of people. The house was small, although quite larger than the trailer, with two rooms and one bath. It was a good choice for several reasons: Wakefield is located between Ossipee and Rochester, which made the distance my parents had to travel to work roughly equal; most of my father's family resides in the Rochester area while most of my mother's family lives in Ossipee, which made the distance between them also equal; our house is close to the elementary and junior high school in town; the taxes in Wakefield are low because the people on the town committee don't like to spend money on providing any services, besides constructing a combined police department and fire station building; and the daycare I went to was very close to our house, which was handy since both my parents worked in the morning.
I suppose that's enough for now. I'll leave more boring background information for another day. As for how today went, I met with my adviser about the classes I'll be taking in the fall. As I had met with her just a week prior, it went smoothly. I was able to get my RAC number, which is the code we have to use in order to register for our classes. I was rather lucky for once; at my college, each grade is given a start date for when they can register their classes, which no surprise, goes in the order of seniors, juniors, sophomores and freshman. To prevent thousands of people from logging in on the start date for their grade, which would crash the school website, the RAC number also provides a particular time for when each student can register. I was lucky because not only will I be able to register on the first day for sophomores, my window opens at 10:30 am. Last semester I waited until the last minute to add my classes, which resulted in me scrambling to get what I could. Luckily I have a history of getting last picks and it has always worked out well. This time I plan on adding my classes the minute my registration window opens.
I think that's a pretty good first blog. Ta ta for now!
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