November 10th, 2011
At some point in my life I realized that I am an individual who is entirely capable of forgetting my own birthday. Last year my birthday consisted of my hall mates singing happy birthday to me, my roommate giving me a gift a week early, and lunch with my mom. Don’t get me wrong 4th Bryan, Kathleen and Mom, it was an amazing day, but it was not exactly the blow out of the century. This year I probably would have entirely forgotten my birthday had it not been for the other volunteers. For days in advance they asked me things like, “Are you excited about your birthday?” At first my response was a very mild “Umm…Sure!” It wasn’t until my actual birthday that I realized that birthdays are truly great days! I played with my brand new puppy; I really enjoyed my classes; I danced (rather poorly) to the Beatles song “Birthday” while alone in my apartment; I received several gifts from the other volunteers, and we celebrated with dinner at the KTV restaurant. All in all it was a very good day, and far more memorable than most of my birthdays!
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