I feel so unAlamedan sometimes.
I was born on the island, raised on the island, and still living on the island. I never stayed on the island that much before. Now I find myself never leaving this damn island except for work and piano. So that comes out to be one-hundred-fifty hours on the island and twenty-two hours off of it. That's not even a whole day!
Before, I'd be in Oakland everyday. Monday through Friday, I'd go to school. Twenty minute drive to school, seven hours and twenty minutes of learning, and twenty minutes to home. Saturdays, I'd have two hours of Chinese school and a few hours of piano rehearsals. And Sundays, I'd work eight hours (and still do). Any parties, get-togethers, and whatnots were also all in Oakland. I can't say I knew Oakland that well (it's a damn confusing place and I swear everything is connected) but I sure spent enough time there.
Then, I got thrown back into Alameda (even though I've always been here). I thought there were only two elementary schools, one middle school, and two highschools. I didn't know Wood existed (and now almost all my friends are from there). I didn't even know where Encinal High and Chevy's were, had a vague idea where the Navy Base was, and thought the only type of Asian at AHS was Chinese. How naive...
So, now I'm here. All my friends are here, I hang out here, I go to school here, here, here, here. And school's only three minutes away (minus the traffic and red lights). It's not bad. I like my current school and friends, but I kind of miss what I had before.
Alameda's nice. It really is. It's just that I don't know a whole lot about this place.
I hate how people think Alameda is just Bay Farm.
When I tell some kids I'm from Alameda but from the main island, they're response is, "Isn't Alameda made from landfill?" And then some kids from Oakland, at AHS for sports, were like, "Ugh. Isn't Alameda made from trash?" Right. That's Bay Farm Island, dumbasses. Just because I live on an island does not mean I live in Bay Farm Island. It's not even a freaking island. I guess it's not their fault for not knowing that there are two parts of Alameda: the main island and the peninsula-made-from-trash.
It's not like I don't like Bay Farm Island. It's nice and all with its trees and lagoons, but that place is a freaking maze. All the houses look alike and the streets turn here and there in curves and lines. It's so confusing.
Hah, but sometimes I love to tell people I live on an island.
This one guy asked where I lived, and I think he expected to hear, "Oakland." But I told him I lived in Alameda."Alameda?" he asked.
That was pretty hilarious. I knew he was a skater so he must have been at the skate park in the Navy Base before. He probably didn't know he was on an island though. Funny.
"It's an island," I explained.
"Whoa! You live on an island??"
"Um, yea."
"You live on an island! How do you get on it? Are you really rich?"
"By car... and no..."
"But you live on an island!"
1 Comments:
few hours of piano rehearsal. :o
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PlanetRandom, at 9:17 PM, January 01, 2006
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