San Francisco

We excitedly woke up and pack up. We were sad to leave, but we were ready for another day. day at Stanford University. We headed for breakfast buffet downstairs and my brother let me be the elevator chief! An elevator chief gets to press the buttons for the "passengers" and hold the door open. Anyways, we got in the line and went around placing bagels, cream cheese, egg, sausages, and milk onto our plates. I also had a bowl of oatmeal. It was so creamy!

As we drove in the early morning light and headed to Stanford, there was a heap of things in between seats like blankets, my stuff animals, the DVDs, a load of snacks and fruits. Also, I had my "emergency backpack" which was N-O-T not full of waterproof bandages, ointment, Vaseline, the whole big deal. Instead, it was stuffed with my stuff animals' sleeping bags and pillows, a couple of empty Easter eggs that I forgot to hide in my "San Fransisco Easter egg hunt in the hotel game", pencils, index cards, my brother's travel case that he put in a pencil box, our wallets, a few pieces of shredded up green paper a.k.a the Easter grass that I put in my eggs, and some other stuff. We started watching Kung Fu Panda but didn't have a chance to finish it. We were already at Stanford by the time we were at the part of the movie when The Furious Five try to beat Tai Lung.

While we were walking around, I figured out that most university students rode their bikes around. Poor us! Our hurt and tired legs were jealous and mad at the bikers. I really wished that we brought our bikes so we wouldn't have to walk place to place, which would N-O-T not happen.

We were begging our dad for lunch because we were hungry, but he kept on saying "you ate breakfast at breakfast time and we will eat lunch at lunch time." Twenty minutes later, we dragged ourselves to the university food court and what do you know?? There was a Subway there, a Pick up Stix, a Coldstones, and Gina Maria's Pizzeria. After we ate, we took tons of pictures of the engineering buildings, the clock tower, and other tall buildings in Stanford. My family really liked the Standford campus. My mom said the buildings have its own characters. How can building have characters? Weird!! As we were sad to leave there and headed back home, I took naps and played the no talking game with my dad, but of course I lost. Why is it so hard not to talk and why should I not talk. Talking is my passion!! I was sad to say good bye to San Francisco, but I was happy just to be coming home. Oh, and I was right, I was going to love San Francisco, and I do. :)