How I broke up with my parents
It was hard to tell when the honeymoon period with my parents ended. Mike thought it would be natural that the changes happened when I first met our other housemates. He had a point, but I suspected that the unnoticeable shifts happened earlier. It might have been the troubling fairy tales, where Red Riding Hood was portrayed as a trickster. Mom would be the culprit, as her friend recommended another twister edition of the beloved children's stories. I also recalled Dad, who kept on telling me that he would treat me to McDonald's if I would be a regular churchgoer. He seemed dismayed when he found out that I least liked McDonald's. I was a free thinker, which would sum up the rest.
I wasn't alarmed about it, as I would expect a reply like “That's fine, we love and support you no matter what.” Moreover, I believed we could be friends. Experience would be the best teacher, and my parents have lots of it. I could ask them for factual information instead of Googling it. I could surprise them on a Saturday morning. (It might annoy them if I would wake them up, though.) And I still have unanswered questions about Santa Claus. I believe that they won't let me watch "Home Alone" and its sequel. There would be a further shift if I've a girlfriend, but I caught a glimpse of my Mac. There was a looming deadline, but I wasn't ready to resume my paper writing. I discovered an old photo of Donald Trump.
How will a Trump win affect sports?
Donald Trump carried the Olympic flame in 2004, which was part of the build up to the Athens Games.
My roommates thought it was selfish of me to think about sports above anything else. And the sentiment hardly changed after I watched a few minutes of coverage of the protests across the mainland. No one would pay attention to athletes, who would train hard for most of their lives. I knew someone who was part of the varsity, and I could understand the sacrifices that he must do. He passed up parties, not to mention the tempting smell of pizza. Most athletes won't excel like Michael Phelps, while attaining the status of media darling would be a matter of choice.
The chances of Los Angeles hosting the 2024 Summer Olympics increased after the mayor of Rome announced the suspension of the bidding of the Italian capital (to host the Games of the XXXIII Olympiad) two months ago. The Italian National Olympic Committee was worried about the political climate, but I figured that their case wasn't different from the other cities that backed out from hosting the 2022 Winter Olympics. It would leave Paris, Budapest, and Los Angeles. The International Olympic Committee (OIC) will announce the host city next September, and anything can happen between now and next fall.
Trump may be uncharacteristically calm during his victory speech, but his critics seemed to have a long memory. He would form a very conservative Cabinet, which could cause ripples during the next few years. The OIC could be very political at times, and this might make the Trump administration react differently. Furthermore, Hillary Clinton was the overwhelming winner in California. Some would like Paris to host the 2024 Games, which could mark the 100th anniversary of the 1924 Summer Games. I would be hoping for Los Angeles, as this is my hometown.
America is also bidding to host the 2026 FIFA World Cup. It would be four years before FIFA announced the final balloting, which determines the host city, but this one might not end up in America's favor. I wasn't one of those young Americans who don't fancy soccer, but don't be upset about it.
