The District

So basically I went the entire summer without writing any blogs, but now that I am quite a long distance away from all those I love I was thinking maybe I should start this up again. Maybe I didn't write because mostly just my family reads this and I was around them all summer, so they already knew what was happening in my life and didn't need this blog to keep up on my always exciting life. Just kidding.
Well here I am in "The District." Now that I have spent a good two weeks here I have quickly learned that if you call Washington D.C. by its full name, or even just simply D.C., you sound like a tourist. It is simply refered to as "The District" for those who are cool enough to reside locally. So far not much has happened while I have been here since Congress has not been in session, and I am still learning about the assortment of activities to participate in. This weekend I have experienced quite the hinderance in my social life since my metro stop and the two adjacent to it have been closed for the entire three day weekend. Yes the entire weekend. Since I am so poor as an insignificant intern, I must rely on the metro to move me around "The District." So here I am on a Saturday night in a new city writing a blog instead of hitting up the town.
I thought I might expound on the metro and all its glory. I have found that every day I have a unique and colorful experience on the metro. Sometimes its just the thrill of barely making it through the doors right before they almost snap one of you limbs off. Sometimes its the embarassment I get when I have gotten on the wrong train and have to quickly escape before I am carted off in the wrong direction. One gem of a moment included a little girl who seriously cried straight for a half an hour while her mother displayed some "quality" parenting skills by talking to her like she was a disobedient teenager. That was a good ride. However the one that tops them all was while waiting for the yellow line at Chinatown with my friend Ashley. We experienced what I have only seen in the movies. Before our yellow trian arrived, an infamous green line train pulled up to the platform only to be rushed by over a dozen police officers with guns drawn. Hmm, I thought to myself. Could I be in a potentially dangerous situation? Is there going to be shoot out or something? When after about 10 minutes of police raiding the train continued on its way passagengers and all like nothing had happened. Just another day in the District.