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My premed advisor had to head out of town so he can't make our appointment later today. It's a bit inconvenient because now I have to reschedule a couple of my other appointments and I don't get to see the academic advisor for psychology that I wanted to next week
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Let's see... middle school. Some good, some bad, but mostly good. I'd have to say I liked it, I have lots of good memories, enjoyed the company of my friends, and was fortunately able to carry some of them over to high school and college. In hindsight, there were many ridiculous things about the CHOICE program, but I couldn't say it did too much damage. High school was fun too, the only weird thing looking back on that is I was in a bubble for so much of the time. I loved my friends and classmates, but at graduation day there were probably 200 people I'd never seen or heard of before. Didn't see a lot of you there either, but I think we had a fair number of mutual friends.
And now we're in college and trading comments on livejournal! I honestly didn't see it coming when I was 11 or 12, but I think it's pretty cool.
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And you think you're a facebook/livejournal stalker? I've had 7 years of honing into my mad stalking skills (ever since those BTVS chat rooms) - so don't worry, I don't think that I'll ever be sufficiently creeped out, I always think that I'm the creepy one. Plus, I was happy you commented back - it gave me a nice break from trying to memorize the olfactory system.
And again - I've wanted to be your friend since Sophomore year of High School (don't worry - I don't expect that we'll be friends now, I'm pretty sure you live a very busy lifestyle and I always have to be in a book). But I think it's always nice to hear that other people thought highly of you after the fact. At least it makes me smile when I hear surprising yet nice things about me.
My parents found the Choice program because I was so shy that they wanted to focus on socializing me (that's a horrible way to put it) rather than putting the focus on academics. My mom was so shy in college it practically debilitated her, I feel lucky that she made sure neither my brother nor I experienced that. But Choice, for my group, was a bunch a parties where truth and dare became three way kisses and eating the random fruit out of someone elses clothes (I, fortunately, was always too shy to join those games… when I think of how small middle schoolers are to me now…. *shudder*)
Okay, I’ve rambled enough! :)
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