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Probably the number one question that we New Yorkers get asked the most is: How did you deal with losing a parent in the 9/11 attacks? I usually tell them, I take it one day at a time. Granted it's been eight years since Dad and I lost her, we're pretty much back to normal. Dad's back to work over nights, and I'm taking my second year at Coulumbia Uni. I swear when I got accepted, the whole apartment building in Queens had a party for me, it was in a word....awesome. I'm not living in the dorms, I plan on doing that in my junior year, just to save money for both Dad and I. Wait, I just totally forgot to mention who I am. My name is Mark. Well, it's really Marcus, but Dad only uses that when I'm in trouble, but for everyone else it's Mark. I live in Queens, I've been here my entire life, my parents lived here, met here, concieved me here...lost my mom here...but all in all, life here has been decent.
Uh, let's see what to talk about now? Um...I had a normal childhood? I guess, what is the normal anyways? I did, when I was fifteen, I came out to my Dad, who just hugged me, and told me if I turned into a one eyed, one horned, flying purple people eater, he'd still love me, and things have been great. I've had one steady boyfriend, but we broke up before college, because his family was moving out of state. That's how it goes, right? You think it's true love, but then it turns out "hey, my fam and I are moving to Nebraska!" Wtf, Batman, really? So that was my first, and so far, only relationship. We really didn't get very far in, if you know what I mean, I guess it's because we were both virgins, in both ways, and we were a little nervous about that. But I don't need to tell you about that, that's private and personal.
Let's see, what else. Oh yeah! School. I'm going to school at Columbia Univeristy, my major is marine biology, and my minor is music theory. My plan is to one day, move down to the Bahama's, live on a beach, play music and know everything there is about the world in the ocean. Nah, I just really love music and I've always been interested in the ocean. If I get a chance, this summer when home from college, I may work somewhere where there is a sea park or something, just so I get the experience, plus it'll look good on my resume. I need the little thingiemabobber above the e, haha. God I'm distracted. Dad's yelling at the TV as usual, and I'm trying to do "homework" for the time being. Journal updates are more important, I believe.
I guess I'm pretty normal as normal can come, for someone who lost someone so tragicly. The first few years were a huge struggle, my Dad was torn apart, and I didn't understand what was going on at first, I was eleven. I still don't understand why someone would want to do that to our nation, and I frankly don't think I ever will, but I'm coping. Some days are harder then others, and some days...I'm ok. I keep a photo by my bed of her so I don't forget what she looks like, part of me is scared that one day I'm going to. I miss my mother, but I know she's watching me, and I'm ok with that. I think so, at least.
Ugh, I gotta get going, Dad is freaking out about something with a sports team or something, and I need to go in there to calm him down. Till later.
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