Unforgettable memories

We're used to going on yearly trips. Since the fifth grade Hillside to Costa Rica last year, it's become a custom. It was almost tradition, then, when we had a trip this year too. I guess I kind of wished we went somewhere like London and France, but I have no doubt that eventually we will go there. Atlanta was beautiful. The people were polite, and the buildings were high, but of course nowhere near as high as the skyscrapers in New York. The hilton was grandiose and the pool was refreshing. The World of Coke was about as real as Willy Wonka's factory can get. The Marta was what I wish the MTA would be.The laser show was one the most visual things I've ever seen. The memories that were created were unforgettable. The numerous times I laughed till my sides ached , or said hi to a random person and didn't they shoot me a dirty look. Playing mini-golf with my best friends and eating leftover ribs in the middle of the night while watching American Pie. These are things that I hope to cherish forever, even if I were to move away and leave, or if the trip next year is 100 times better than this one was. I want to remember buying a panda bear in the Atlanta zoo and naming it Lo Mein, or cheering for the Mets in a Braves game. It's the little stuff like these that make life all the better.

A Day of Fishies, Coke, and The Braves: Friday, May 14

The aquarium was huge. There were fish everywhere(obviously) and a fun kids slide. I saw a hammer head shark and made my own group called The Peoples (the second word is pronounced peoples). Kinyanna, Nayo, Kai, Brian and I had a blast staring at fish and making the pow sign with our hands. Everyone had the freedom of going wherever they wanted, which was cool. We met back up to go to Olympic Park which is ginormous (is that a word?) and just hung out till it was time to mooch off of the Wonderful world of coke. I never knew that Coke had so much history. The 4-D movie was great and but the best part was definitely tasting soda from all over the world. After that, we got ready to watch The Braves game. I don't like the team because my dad has trained me as a Mets fan to detest The Braves. It's funny because I was talking to this Braves fan who laughed when I told him I was a Mets fan. He said, "That must be fun, supporting a sucky team like that." I just laughed it off, though, because growing up a Mets fan has made me immune to comments about how they're losers. Besides,the Mets always win in my eyes. After hours of cheering and nachos and pretzels, we left and got to the hotel discovering the Braves actually won. Ha! Bet you they wouldn't have won if they were playing the Mets. All in all, the day was amazing and hilarious.

Emory vs. Morehouse: Thursday, May 13

Now both colleges were gorgeous. Emory had a plethora of trees and a beautiful landscape with a tour guide who seemed to never run out of "funny stories." It has a diverse selection of majors and areas of learning, and a study abroad program to die for. To me, it's like the Princeton of Georgia. Morehouse was different, though. It felt like there was an aura of determination and and community. The fact that the tour guides were not trained tour guides and could naturally represent their college was awesome. I loved how the students (all men if you didn't know) were so eloquent with their words and so confident. They knew their purpose and were ready to do anything to get to their end goal! Though I could tell the school was rigorous, I could also tell that like our school, it will ultimately pay off in the end. Now, as my group established (It's called Nobody Knows by the way), Morehouse is not for everyone. It's a school that's praised for it's academics, and they state that they want their students to succeed.They do not try to train their students to be athletes, but instead call them athletic scholars. Needless to say, it's not a sports or artsy college. Regardless, both colleges were amazing and full of knowledge. Too bad I can't go to Morehouse. There's always Spelman...

The Journey to Atlanta: Wednesday, May 12

Well, it all started for me at 3:25 in the morning when I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. After battling with the temptation of returning my head back to my Spongebob pillow, I dragged my feet to the bathroom, threw on some clothes, and ran out the door to the awaiting cab.I got to the school in less than ten minutes and walked on the bus, where everybody who was there cheered for me. Fast forwarding through all the meticulous nonsense that is associated with the airport (check in, take off, landing, yadda yadda), we got to the Hilton and dropped off our bags for some lunch. After an hour of Arby's and deli food, we traveled to the wonderful world of CNN to take a tour.Wasn't the best part of the trip, but hey, the teachers planned it for a reason, right? The hotel was grandiose with hidden doors everywhere, but no iPod dock (to my devastation). Two televisions and a massive bed that's fun for jumping on (which I did if anybody's wondering).That I remember, we spent the duration of the day eating delicious pizza and sundaes and swimming in the indoor and outdoor pool.