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Day 35

Sam Winchester
Stanford University, Palo Alto, California
September 15th 2001

 
Chris has been with his sister a lot the past few days, grieving in private I guess. Julia and Chris are leaving for New York for their father's funeral today and will be back by Monday. I feel for them, I really do. Dean called again and I told him about J and C's dad. He didn't say much, I don't blame him either. What are you supposed to say to that?

Day 34

Sam Winchester
Stanford University, Palo Alto, California
September 14th 2001
 
I haven't seen Chris in a few days. I'm getting worried.

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Day 31

Sam Winchester
Stanford University, Palo Alto, California
September 11th 2001

 
This has to be one of the worst days of my life. It began horribly. Chris and I were in the coffee shop Julia works in having coffee and breakfast when the news comes on when we were about to leave and it showed footage of planes crashing into buildings and to the ground. Terrorists. Julia then started freaking out and screaming at the top of her lungs that her father works there. Chris was devastated and tried to call their parents, but couldn't get ahold of them. Julia cried so much that morning that my shirt was soaked by the time she let go of me. I felt awful just seeing Julia and Chris worry about their Dad. I actually felt remorse for not worrying about my own father in his high-risk "job". Then I called Dean. He told me that it wasn't anything supernatural as far as they knew and that it was just terrorists. I felt awful. I'm so used to monsters creating chaos and taking lives, but not other people. What could make them do such a thing like that?

I took Julia and Chris back to my dorm since the college closed for the day. Julia wouldn't stop crying and Chris was very silent. Then their mother called Chris back and said that their father had indeed went into work at the World Trade Center and that he was most likely dead.

I didn't know Mr. Neal, but from the loving way that Julia always described him and the way that Chris respected his father, I knew that he would be missed.

Day 30

Sam Winchester
Stanford University, Palo Alto, California
September 10th 2001

 
I had an awful dream last night. I dreamt that I was in a plane and the plane crashed into a building in a huge city. It was terrifying since I was half scared out of my mind in the dream.
 

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Day 27

Sam Winchester
Palo Alto, California
September 7th 2001
 
I got the job. Yay me!

Here's pictures of it:

The exterior (doesn't look like much, but wait til you see the inside)



The interior (fancy!)

Day 25

Sam Winchester
Stanford University, Palo Alto, California
September 5th 2001

 
There hasn't been much new to report these past few days. Just a few things that require a mention, I suppose.

1. Julia broke one of her fingers and has been in a bitchy mood ever since. She kicked Chris and I out of her dorm on Tuesday.

2. Basketball is going well. We have our first pre-season game next week. We're definitely ready. It's surprising seeing that we're all so new. I guess we're just all really good. Or so we think.

3. I found a job that I'd like to have. Office assistant/runner for a local business. They need hands desperately and I take orders well so why not?

Day 21

Sam Winchester
Stanford University, Palo Alto, California
September 1st 2001

 
So today I'm tackling finances. Chris came over last week and noticed how I didn't have any food whatsoever in the cabinets and asked about how I was paying for my college. I told him it was from a scholarship, which was true, but it was very many scholarships combined. Looking back, getting into Stanford is probably the hardest thing I've ever done. I mean, Dad and Dean don't have the money to pay my way and I only had a little bit of savings. I had about three thousand dollars in my personal account that only I knew about. I worked long and hard for that money. Dad would have taken the cash if he had ever found it so that we could get gas for the Impala or buy new weaponry or something. Dean would have spent it on beer and cassettes. So I hid it. I stole, worked, and salvaged everything I could for that three thousand. Now I'm running out of money.

Chris told me that he works at an auto-repair shop not too far from the campus and Julia works in a coffee shop near the admin building. I'm just going to go looking around for a job right now. I'll need the money when my cash flow runs dry and I want to eat. I still have enough scholarship money for the rest of this semester, the spring semester, and one more year. After that, I'll be paying the steep prices of Stanford admissions. Good luck with that, am I right?

 


Author's Note

Hey y'all! Author/mod of the community here!

About every twenty days or so, I'll pop in and make a few notes and such.

How are y'all liking it so far? Anybody have any suggestions or comments about how the community is being presented?

 

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Day 20

Sam Winchester
Stanford University, Palo Alto, California
August 31st 2001
 
We made it!

Chris is the Point Guard and I'm the Shooting Guard for the Stanford University Freshman Basketball team. Nate Harkinson is our team captain. He's pretty cool and our Power Forward.

The first practice is tomorrow and we are ready (though still sore).

Day 19

Sam Winchester
Stanford University, Palo Alto, California
August 30th 2001
 
No amount of hunter training as a kid could prepare me for Stanford University basketball tryouts. Chris is currently passed out on my lumpy couch and I'm laying down and feeling the ache of the muslces in my body. Holy shit that was a lot of work! For two and a half, nearly three hours, we were ran ragged up and down the main gym of the university. Chris, who lifts weights several times a week and goes out jogging, is in a worse state than I am surprisingly. I suppose hunter training is a lot worse in comparison. I'm going to be sore in the morning, I know that.