Mt Gainor Inn
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... quick peek from the nearest point and then head off to see where will be a good place to watch from. We also buy ourselves a souvenir programme, again a bit dear but some things just have to be done!
We decide to head up towards turn 1 as from there we can see the start/finish line, pit out, some of the pits and the amazing uphill run to the first corner. There is also a TV screen there so we can keep an eye on what's going on over the rest of the track. Before ...
... learned with us, and we took copious notes which have definitely come in handy. Their feedback on homeschooling the kids during our trip was: (a) they would come back ahead of their peers with only 2-4 hours of studying per day, and (b) as long as they were reading and writing every day, all we really needed to focus on was math - they would learn everything else through firsthand experience (geography, history, social science). Our kids are ...
... eye holes when we were waiting for a guest by their room or for the elevator to arrive. Walking around in that suit was horrible, plain and simple. Any time I got a quick break between deliveries, I'd take the head off and towel off my face and head which were soaked with sweat, and take a drink of water. Then we'd get right back at it.
A lot of the kids were understandably scared. Santa is one thing -- at least he's a human being. A ...
... and have been very welcoming. The place is situated about a 15 minute bus ride to the University of Texas campus and about 25 min ride to downtown (CBD). The buses are free for me to travel on, being a UT student and can sometimes be filled with the Homeless/drunk/the bit strange...though they are usually quite funny.
They said it would never happen to me. Here i was walking down an aisle with a girl next to me. We were walking in time to the music, heading toward the man standing at the end of the aisle. Then, he spoke my name and it was done. He handed me my diploma and High School was over. As I look back on those years now, I call that time from birth to HS graduation, "Act One". It was quiet an experience.
They were both ...