this entry is really only relevent to my three grad-night pals.
I'm not sure I told anyone about my very humiliating experience a week ago or so:
Alright, so i was sitting in the administrative office waiting to audition my speech with Kenya and Cesar. i'm not good friends with Cesar... but he's the kind of aquaintance that I make a face at and he makes one back when I pass him on campus. He reminds me a ton of John Mineci... except hispanic and not as wonderfully compassionate. Damn mexicans. Anyway, we were sitting there and I was nervous and Cesar and I were talking while kenya was in Kuhlman's offic auditioning. I looked at Cesar and said, "oh my god, i'm not sure why, but I feel like you last name should be Chavez. I know it's not really your last name but... like, isn't that a movie star or something"
*silence*
*cue cricket track*
"no but seriously, cesar... cesar.. chavez... wasn't that guy on a tv show show or something... celebrity.. I dont know... help me out here".
SILENCE
Then cesar just keeps staring at me and says, "uhh.. april... revolutionary..."
And suddenly tons of images of all the shirts and pins and Cesar Chavez souvenirs on olvera street come rushing back to me and I sit there and apologize, completely humiliated for like... 40 minutes and he says nothing.
Anyway, grad night, YAY!
Some of my favorite or most memorable moments include:
Being super nervous at my house for the "friendly frisk" we were amiably promised; then, when we got to school and I wasn't frisked, I was terribly disappointed.
Before the mandatory search, Mrs. Franklin told me that she'd have to throw away all permanent markers and proceeded to throw away my crayola washable marker and my trusty miniature highlighter. I aksed her why we couldnt have markers... she didn't answer me very promptly so I said, "are you afraid we're going to sniff them?" and she said, "vandalism". Now I understand why my miniature highlighter would have been NO GOOD.
We got to union and it was like casino night. We played a lot of black-jack and I won the whole game.
One of the most memorable situations went like this -
Emily, Ayesha, Erik and I were sitting and eating our dinner at a table in fron of the restroom.
This line of 5 friends walked by, staring at us. That one tall, haughty, basketball girl going to princeton and those other... girls who make even me twitch when i see them humping each other on the dance floor. Right as they walked by, Ayesha, in the most blatant way i can imagine, cupped her hand and whispered to Erik (while pointing) and didn't stop until all of the had walked by. They were staring in their pseudo-agressive, basketball, I-know-they're-all-lesbians-but-they're-too-cool-to-admit-it way and it was hilarious. Then, as I thought they were gone, I asked Ayesha why she was pointing and whispeering (it was somethis about a whole line of sluts waking by, but hugley more classy since it's ayesha), then declared that, "I've been so afraid of getting STD's lately!!" But they weren't gone, they were right there. This looks dumb on paper, but it was a really good time.
Steven sort of got left behind and I felt horrrible.
sorry boos...
Mr. Lee told me yesterday that my paper was the best one he had every received. Then he gave me a hug and said, "i don't want to seem like a pedophile". I said he didn't. We will be friends forever.
He also said, "you're my hero...... actually, you're me 15 years ago" I hope I'm my own hero when I'm 32... wait, how could he be 32?
I went to pei wei, paint a dream, and ignition today and I bought the prettiest dress for graduation. GRADUATION!!
Alright, so i was sitting in the administrative office waiting to audition my speech with Kenya and Cesar. i'm not good friends with Cesar... but he's the kind of aquaintance that I make a face at and he makes one back when I pass him on campus. He reminds me a ton of John Mineci... except hispanic and not as wonderfully compassionate. Damn mexicans. Anyway, we were sitting there and I was nervous and Cesar and I were talking while kenya was in Kuhlman's offic auditioning. I looked at Cesar and said, "oh my god, i'm not sure why, but I feel like you last name should be Chavez. I know it's not really your last name but... like, isn't that a movie star or something"
*silence*
*cue cricket track*
"no but seriously, cesar... cesar.. chavez... wasn't that guy on a tv show show or something... celebrity.. I dont know... help me out here".
SILENCE
Then cesar just keeps staring at me and says, "uhh.. april... revolutionary..."
And suddenly tons of images of all the shirts and pins and Cesar Chavez souvenirs on olvera street come rushing back to me and I sit there and apologize, completely humiliated for like... 40 minutes and he says nothing.
Anyway, grad night, YAY!
Some of my favorite or most memorable moments include:
Being super nervous at my house for the "friendly frisk" we were amiably promised; then, when we got to school and I wasn't frisked, I was terribly disappointed.
Before the mandatory search, Mrs. Franklin told me that she'd have to throw away all permanent markers and proceeded to throw away my crayola washable marker and my trusty miniature highlighter. I aksed her why we couldnt have markers... she didn't answer me very promptly so I said, "are you afraid we're going to sniff them?" and she said, "vandalism". Now I understand why my miniature highlighter would have been NO GOOD.
We got to union and it was like casino night. We played a lot of black-jack and I won the whole game.
One of the most memorable situations went like this -
Emily, Ayesha, Erik and I were sitting and eating our dinner at a table in fron of the restroom.
This line of 5 friends walked by, staring at us. That one tall, haughty, basketball girl going to princeton and those other... girls who make even me twitch when i see them humping each other on the dance floor. Right as they walked by, Ayesha, in the most blatant way i can imagine, cupped her hand and whispered to Erik (while pointing) and didn't stop until all of the had walked by. They were staring in their pseudo-agressive, basketball, I-know-they're-all-lesbians-but-they're-too-cool-to-admit-it way and it was hilarious. Then, as I thought they were gone, I asked Ayesha why she was pointing and whispeering (it was somethis about a whole line of sluts waking by, but hugley more classy since it's ayesha), then declared that, "I've been so afraid of getting STD's lately!!" But they weren't gone, they were right there. This looks dumb on paper, but it was a really good time.
Steven sort of got left behind and I felt horrrible.
sorry boos...
Mr. Lee told me yesterday that my paper was the best one he had every received. Then he gave me a hug and said, "i don't want to seem like a pedophile". I said he didn't. We will be friends forever.
He also said, "you're my hero...... actually, you're me 15 years ago" I hope I'm my own hero when I'm 32... wait, how could he be 32?
I went to pei wei, paint a dream, and ignition today and I bought the prettiest dress for graduation. GRADUATION!!