Traffic in Loudoun County New Genre Assignment

I ended up sending this website link to the person I interviewed, Jean Aust. Aust works as a city planner, and I wanted to send this to her to help convince her decision making process when it comes to planning to a transit oriented way.

I chose a website for my genre. A website is an fast, easy, and universal way to communicate one’s ideas to the public. A website can be easily made with a free website maker tool, such as in my case google sites, by almost anyone. Websites can also be spread around rapidly, due to the instantaneous nature of the internet. Websites can also be accessed by almost anyone with an electronic device, for free, anywhere and anytime.

I decided to split my website into three separate, semi-chronological parts. One describing the background of the situation regarding traffic in Loudoun County, one describing the problem of traffic congestion in Loudoun County, and one addressing possible fixes and solutions that we could use to help alleviate traffic problems in Loudoun County. I wanted to keep the information spread clean and organized. I also tried to visually organize the pages using dividers and background colors, in order to group similar and relevant information together.

Much of my site was original content, not taken from the essay. I felt that the essay was too formal and specific to planning, and focused on identifying the problems rather than addressing the problems in detail. I wanted to make an accessible, easy to understand website for the public. I did, however, base the text in the “Problems we Face” headline off of my essay, as I felt it did a good job giving a synopsis of what traffic problems Loudoun County was facing.


Stadium Journey

My dad and I have set out on a goal to go to as many baseball games as possible. We started this great odyssey when I was in middle school, when we were visiting my grandparents in Buffalo and decided to see a minor league Bisons game. I randomly thought “Hey, wouldn’t it be cool to go see the other baseball stadiums and see how they compare to Nationals Park?” 

It all went downhill from there, in a good way, of course. I have so far been to 15 different stadiums, both minor league and major league. Each and every single stadium had their own unique story and flair to them. This journey has brought me to World series games, the all star game, and opening day. Therefore–in order to increase the amount of content in this here blog post–I am going to speed review and describe some select stadiums I have been to so far.

Nationals Park: I’ve been here many times: it is the local stadium and the home of my favorite team. Compared to other stadiums, it is pretty average. It’s not amazing, but it’s not bad either. At least you can get ben’s chilli dogs here and watch Tanner Rainey blow another lead in the 7th.

Camden Yards: This park is cool. The stadium, first of all, looks really nice. It looks very unique when compared to others, as it is mainly made with bricks. Also the food is really good. The only downside is you have to watch the Orioles play.

Oakland Coliseum: This was by far the sketchiest looking stadium I have been too. First, there is nothing around the stadium but a giant sea of parking lots as far as the eye can see. The stadium inside was tight and cramped, and felt like some high school stadium rather than a MLB stadium.

Rogers Center: I had the most interesting experience at a game here. I went and saw the Nationals play the Blue Jays here and we sat next to a bunch of drunk Toronto fans. They kept screaming at me and my dad who were both in nats jerseys. Then at the end of the game, in true Canadian spirit, they all apologized for their behavior and wished us good luck. I wish I was kidding.

That One Stadium Near My Uncle’s House in Lewes, Delaware: I honestly don’t remember what it was called. It was a minor league stadium in some random city in the middle of nowhere Maryland, I know. Anyways, the only significance this stadium holds to me was that I saw Cal Ripken Jr there and saw a no hitter in which the team that pitched the no hitter still ended up losing the game, as the pitcher walked someone with the bases loaded.

I could go on and on about the various stadiums I’ve been to, but I have to stop there: I’m at my word limit.


I’m going to be honest with you: I haven’t an idea in the world what else to write about in these here blog posts. I’ve covered all the bases so far: a post about senior year, post that I stole from my journal, the organic object post, et cetera, et cetera. So you know what? I’m going to spend the next three-hundred-seventy-eight words of this blog post complaining about mundane things that I find annoying.


People who tailgate. Imagine this scenario: you are cruising down Battlefield Parkway in your tan 2011 Hyundai Sonata going at a brisk pace of thirty-five miles an hour. The speed limit is thirty-five, hey, you are driving the speed limit. Out of the corner of your eye, you see a giant white hulk of a honda minivan pull up as close as humanly possible in your rearview mirror. You are already at the speed limit, why should you go faster? Yet, this person continues to ride your back as close as possible the entire drive. Our friendly Honda isn’t just satisfied with you going five over; they want you to go twenty over! I can’t afford a speeding ticket–be patient! You are saving two seconds of your precious time going twenty over the speed limit!


People who walk slow in the hallways. I am a fast walker; I naturally fly down the hallways. I’m tall, have a large stride, and want to get where I am going. But sometimes there are roadblocks in the way: the people who take their sweet time. Now I can understand if you are walking at a not-Ethan, normal pace because, well, not everyone walks outrageously fast. However, if you are inching down the hallway like a snail, please move to the side!


People who are inconsiderate to their surroundings and employees. This happens at work nearly every day: a group of wonderful people decide to completely trash the patio seating area, moving the furniture to ungodly places, letting their kids run wild, and the crown sin of them all: throwing all of their trash on the ground. All the clean-up effort is the responsibility of my co-workers and I. Even if I was held at gunpoint, and forced to say “I like cleaning other people’s trash up,” I could still never imagine saying “I absolutely love cleaning other people’s trash up.” For the sake of the employees sanity and well being wherever you are, please clean up after yourself. If you, for some unknown reason, suddenly feel the urge to throw your forty dollar overpriced artisan cheese board you bought from the marketplace all over the turf on the patio, please don’t! Use common sense: would you enjoy cleaning up this mess?

Yet Another Senioritis Related Post

What is going on?


Reading through the sea of blog posts, I have noticed one common topic or theme shared between many posts: senior year. Honestly, why shouldn’t this be the most pervasive topic? No matter who you are, we are all seniors, we are all dealing with the same stuff all seniors before us faced and will face after us. 


First, senioritis. I initially thought that senioritis was fake, but oh no, senioritis is one-hundred-percent a real phenomena. It took a month for my senioritis to fully subside, but now that time has passed and the excitement of the first couple weeks has settled, my senioritis is in full swing. I have lost all real motivation to do much of my homework, something that honestly hasn’t happened to me before. Last year, I was constantly striving towards getting all five-hundred assignments bestowed upon me on-time and fast. Now I do my homework the morning of, the block before, cutting as many corners as I can. Last year, I did work because I wanted to succeed. This year, I do work because I have to. Deep down inside, I do not want to do this: I want to get my work done dang it! Yet, I can’t. It seems all the drive and motivation that I had my junior year to get up from the couch, go to my work space area (the kitchen table), and knock out a couple of homework assignments has just melted away and disappeared into the deep abyss of procrastination. I just want to do nothing–well, nothing being anything other than my homework.


I’ll be fine.

Billion Dollar Ideas

I get bored at work a lot. It is natural after all, getting caught up in doing the same task over and over and over again, polishing one glass after another, swapping racks in and out of the dishwasher again and again and again and again. I’m sure you get it by now, work is tedious. Sure, the tedium of the kitchen is often broken during the day; however during the nightly polish grind, I need something to pass the time. My co workers and I have come up with a strategy to try to melt away the frozen time felt while working: billion dollar ideas. Billion dollar ideas are simple. They are outrageous inventions that we come up with that serve some very specific purpose or are, well, useless. 


The first ever idea we came up with was the heated driveway. Here’s the pitch: what if it snows, and you’re too lazy to shovel? What if it is icy outside and you need to use your driveway? Easy solution–heated driveway. Shortly after we came up with our first, world-changing, amazing, billion dollar innovation, we learned from our manager that this already existed. Back to the drawing board!


So far in the short history of billion dollar ideas, many of our potential award winning ideas have had one common characteristic. They relate to getting the guests to actually leave when we close. Guests are really bad at leaving when we close. Even though we repeatedly announce before the holy six o’clock pm hour that we are closing soon, leave now please dear god. Our wonderful, considerate customers suddenly feel the compulsion to stay seventy-eight minutes after we close. Of course, we have come up with a myriad of simple solutions to help fix this problem. One, we place foghorns at each end of the outdoor patios that go off at closing time and keep getting louder as time goes on. Two, we place a water pit filled with hungry sharks under the patio, replace the patio floor with a giant retracting door thing, and open the floor at 6:05. That wasn’t my idea. Finally, we all arm the support staffers with super soakers, and at 6:05, spray any of the stragglers remaining. Of course, we all know these are flat out ridiculous ideas, but what else am I supposed to do? Focus on my work?

Focusing on the Right

The recent essay we read through, “Your College Essay Isn’t a Selfie” has got me thinking: we, as a whole, as a society, focus too much on what we are doing wrong, rather than what we are doing right. Every seemingly meaningless action, or word, we tend to hyperfocus on. I am doing it right now, writing this blog post. Every word I write, every sentence I write, I am thinking about the context of it and the impact towards this blog post. But what’s the point of focusing on just the flaws? Yes, this is a graded assignment. I absolutely, one-hundred percent should be thinking deeply into my writing, putting my utmost effort into what words grace this holy page. What about that seemingly awkward interaction you had with someone? What about the time when you went to Wendy’s, ordered a frosty, the worker hands you the frosty, the worker says enjoy your meal, and you, in response, say “you too?” In practice, we absolutely should not let these small missteps impact our lives. Yet in reality, for many of us, we do. Of course these are extremely specific examples, in which they frankly seem ridiculous and most likely will never apply to most of us. But these same basic ideas still remain in virtually everyone: we still tend to focus on what we did wrong than what we did right. We focus on the small homework quiz that you bombed in AP Government worth ten measly points, rather than the three-hundred point unit test you pulled off an A on. We focus on the amount of likes our posts on instagram get rather than the strong friendships you’ve made.The small missteps, both real and fake, overshadow the large victories. We shouldn’t allow this to happen. In order to make us feel good about ourselves and our society, we need to focus on that A on the three-hundred point test. When we come to accept the positives that come out of small situations, we can realize how great we can be. 


Organic Object: Garlic

There is a bag of garlic sitting on my counter, sitting in a metal wireframe bucket, sharing space with a couple of bananas, an onion, and a sweet potato. This poor, sad red mesh bag has been sitting right there on the counter for at least a number of months now, waiting for some fortunate opportunity where it would finally be used. The only time I’ve seen any of the garlic being used was when I plucked a clove right out of the red bag, threw it right into a quart sized ziploc plastic bag, and threw the clove and bag into the middle pocket of my bag. I honestly don’t know why I chose garlic. Out of all the things in my kitchen, garlic. Out of the entire section of my fridge dedicated solely to the storage of produce, garlic. I could have chosen a more interesting plant: maybe a starfruit, or maybe a dragon fruit. I’ve certainly never seen one of those before. But garlic, it just screams “meh.” Anyways, I feel bad for this garlic; it seems lonely.


I wonder why garlic exists. I’ve only seen garlic paired with other foods: garlic fries, garlic on pizza, garlic pasta, garlic bread, garlic everything. I’ve even heard of garlic ice cream and seen a garlic cake at work some crazy drunks decided to get. But, I have yet to see it on its own as the star ingredient, the star of the show. What would garlic be like in its own solitude? Would it be harsh in its flavor? Would it have a pleasant mild taste? I’m not sure. Garlic, for some odd reason, reminds me of an onion, though an onion has more of a use than this here garlic. Maybe, someday, eventually, garlic will get its own day. 


This clove in question was a peculiar clove. It had a unique curve in its body; it went from its sliver of a top to its large base quickly. I had never seen anything like it. This garlic was so fascinating to me, yet it was also boring. It looked sad; this clove’s only purpose in life was to be observed. As I looked down the curves of our wondrous garlic, I noticed some holes. How did the holes get there? Why are these holes here? What a mystery. It was probably a result of my mistreatment and neglect of the clove; besides, it had been pushed down into the deep, dark, black corners of my backpack by my water bottle and my pencil pouch. The clove must have had a hard time there. I feel bad for my garlic, though, it’s probably just happy to be used. Otherwise, it rests in the corner of my backpack, waiting for its day, waiting to be used.


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