First Senior TerraNova Day
Today was game day. Started playing trico, spoons, and scrabble with maia... then moved on to other stuff. Playing games with two people is, though we got some good quality *semi-private* conversation in, not the most fun. We ended up splittling aftera couple of rousing rounds of scrabble-- she disappeared to watch people play games, I started playing golf in the cafeteria with Nial, Andrew, John, Mike, and Brian (who provided us with some great backround music).
While talking to maia during Mr. D's presentation, she told me something interesting-- it was about Kyle B., the guy I was crushing on either last year or at the beginning of this one... maybe both. But it turns out that all the time I was spending trying to talk to him and figure him out (that was part of the appeal-- a puzzle), he disliked me because I was trying to talk to him... the irony was funny, so I started laughing... and I think I'll kep laughing for a good long time this week.
Ah, the joys of highschool. I'm enjoying looking back and seeing how different I am from even eight months ago... which is proof that I keep growing. not only that, but I'll look into my yearbook and have some great stories to tell the kids-- I wasn't always confident, and I wasn't always the most socially ept (sp?) person, but that's where all the lessons come from.
One thing I can definately say-- I have no regrets. When you're a kid, you're supposed to make mistakes, and if you regret them, then that means that not only are you not accepting of the lessons you learn, but you're also denying a part of yourself that came through because of that mistake.
While talking to maia during Mr. D's presentation, she told me something interesting-- it was about Kyle B., the guy I was crushing on either last year or at the beginning of this one... maybe both. But it turns out that all the time I was spending trying to talk to him and figure him out (that was part of the appeal-- a puzzle), he disliked me because I was trying to talk to him... the irony was funny, so I started laughing... and I think I'll kep laughing for a good long time this week.
Ah, the joys of highschool. I'm enjoying looking back and seeing how different I am from even eight months ago... which is proof that I keep growing. not only that, but I'll look into my yearbook and have some great stories to tell the kids-- I wasn't always confident, and I wasn't always the most socially ept (sp?) person, but that's where all the lessons come from.
One thing I can definately say-- I have no regrets. When you're a kid, you're supposed to make mistakes, and if you regret them, then that means that not only are you not accepting of the lessons you learn, but you're also denying a part of yourself that came through because of that mistake.