GRAD, uation and night.
25 waking hours ago, I awoke from a fitfull sleep, droggy from the numbing aftertaste of a errie nightmare. I died,again, making me a little dissipointed in the lackluster creativity of my subconciuos if this repeated situation is all it has to offer me latley. Though physically alive,figurativily-I'd kicked teh buket. Me as I define myself-the community involved,youth group leading,spanish junkie,recovering soccer addict- has been replaced by "ex's" and "was",that inevitable conquering of the Past Tense in any war of change. I am dead because I lost the war of change.Changing so the future tense,not the past, trumps is living in its fullest form, is immortality.And if I really had ( freakin bang on wood)bit the dust last night, my first 17 years would be mourned,the past relived, but i would have zero legacy leaving the world a changed place in the future.This revalation struck me not in an 'emo/black tear/woes me miserabal' sort of way, but more of a 'rethink how I spend my time and what my priorities are when life isn't a promise' manner: a sour,morose epiphinay, but an epiphany nonetheless.
Here is the biggest difference I see in graduating high school: with one certificate our age has changed from a excuse to an obligation. Before, having an opinion by no means meant actually acting on that opinion, i mean for gods sake we're only kids,forming an opinion is hard enough in these times,and we're still learning too....thats how the alliby went, right?Now its on us:with the latest shmorgasboard of knowledge,who else is better suited to act on their opinions and change the future? Nobody.And any excuse we have at this point is exactly that, an excuse.If imperialism dosn't seem like a good idea to you, stop eating at the major fast food chains. If you think every animal has the right to see the sunlight ( despite their lack of aposable thumb, which apperantly is the difference between beast and the image of God)only eat beef from free-range cattle.If you think that petroleum is the cause of the 35,000 american deaths in Iraq or global warming, groceryshop with a reusable cloth bag and maybe even take public transit or a bike once in a while.It's our age, its our time, if we don't, who will? Not the minors, thats for sure.Maybe,just maybe, if other people were enlightened with the same facts that we the human-rights enviornmentalists and pacifists revere as truths, they would ACT on those thoughts too. Act.Be Loud. If not, we would be just as usefull as "that really dynamic class of 2006,remember them?" 6 feet under.
So going back to bed with these thoughts cannon-balling off in my mind was about as belivable as Athena being born from the head of her father Zeus. I Commiserate.I Eat.I Shower.I read.And eventually, the sun and birdsstretch over the stale sky and its time to go to grauatino rehersal.
I sit boxed inside Zack, Kristina and Pete. Being a Z isnt too shabby afterall.Afterwards, out to Newport Bay with my family and moms extended family, where i break the news that i got my housing assignment for next year: The Radisson Hotel.(USC owns the top floors and uses them as a freshman housing option.) I was nervous I'll have to reapply for housing because my mom would be pissed it costs more.She was-but i applied for 5 housing options before this one, i was just shafted, im innocent! We'll see what happens.
Grauation. Maybe it would have been more emotional if i hadn't seen Cory and Topanga do it 20 times before me. Maybe it would have been more emotional if i could see it instead of watching it on the screen like True Life: I'm Graduating Wilson.Maybe if the lady talked about hummingbirds without the heavy accent and echoing mike, i would have understood what seemed like it may have been profound...or an excert from a national geographic magazine, i really could not tell.But, nonetheless,watching ellen and whitney grauate almost spung tears since the two have been there through the 4 year experiance at Woody High.Hearing my ancient Stephenson classmates give speeches was also moving...well,pretty much watching jackson grauate was moving.Robert Grey-sorry, i generally dont care.( I can say things like that since i grauated,right?)Murphy's speech Two-rific.And suddenly,3487 golf claps later, we boarded the buses to go to Grad-night.
Grad Night.I heard it costed 30,000 dollars from some unreliable source.Still,I buy that. Here's how the party went down, from my eyes:
Bus shm-z was a random mix of people.My null hypothesis: people with last names that start with weird letters are always colorful. I swear, take a SRS and test that baby, its proven true time and time again from experiance. We go to the Embassy Sweets to Dine and Dance.Dining was good, but dancing was better. The DJ was superb...up until the techno/cottoneyed joe bullshit. Ohh the dancing, the highlight of my night.For the first time,ever, the class of 2006 bonded together,if not by sprit, than by their clingy sweaty t-shirts granding on one dance floor.It was beautiful.I danced with people i wanted to dance with and didnt with people i didnt,a rariety to make out that well. Minus jon, i did want to dance with jon because thats always fun, but at this point in the night, whose freaking complaining about outliers.My goal was to win lots of free shit, and i got my first free shirt with the shakira dance contest...co-championing with 3 boys so its not as glorious and the title suggests.Eventually i was real sweat and full, and we left, only to arrive at the tualitan hills rec center.
It was like Planning Parities*Teens* Catalouge regergitated the idea on every odd page thoughout the building:facials,coffee stand,take a picture/make a keychain,baby photos, time capsul letters,dessert,food food, kosher food ( "for the vegans mostly"),kareoking,basketball,sumo wrestling,floaty bounce racing,boxer bingo, swimming,prize room,DDR...etc.Stuff ,galore.
I did it all, minus gambaling. Oh there was gambaling, by the way. I won pearl earing and a pearl necklace. Swimming was better than i thought.Usuaaly the combo of lots of people and warm water encourage the cholorine to adapt a urine-like scent.But no, i was safe. I had hold your breath contest and wesrtling matching, and dove off the high board. The classic pool ish.I'm such a teenage girl sometimes- i didnt realize that some of the boys really arnt boys, they're more like men with their boddies. When teh fuck did that happen?When did 6'pack abbs from being soo skinny turn into real muscle?
Oh yeah, while im on teh topic...i did something really ballsy at the end of the night. I told the guy i've had a baby crush on since 6th grade that I have, in fact, had a baby crush on him since 6th grade. I wasnt expecting any response/reaction-he has a girlfriend- but i figured, what the hell why not its grad night. So right after the wordsescaped my mouth and were left dangeling in the air, someone arrives to hang out...which is probably for the better. I wouldnt have felt akward, but he may have, becaue really, who admits that to someone with a girlfriend unless they're emotinally haywire from not sleeping and excausted from overstimulation?
I went home cerca 6, snacked,doddled around, and wrote this. And here I am now with the quagmire of the century: to sleep or not to sleep, that is the question. Fuck im tired. Ill let you know america, ill let you know.
Here is the biggest difference I see in graduating high school: with one certificate our age has changed from a excuse to an obligation. Before, having an opinion by no means meant actually acting on that opinion, i mean for gods sake we're only kids,forming an opinion is hard enough in these times,and we're still learning too....thats how the alliby went, right?Now its on us:with the latest shmorgasboard of knowledge,who else is better suited to act on their opinions and change the future? Nobody.And any excuse we have at this point is exactly that, an excuse.If imperialism dosn't seem like a good idea to you, stop eating at the major fast food chains. If you think every animal has the right to see the sunlight ( despite their lack of aposable thumb, which apperantly is the difference between beast and the image of God)only eat beef from free-range cattle.If you think that petroleum is the cause of the 35,000 american deaths in Iraq or global warming, groceryshop with a reusable cloth bag and maybe even take public transit or a bike once in a while.It's our age, its our time, if we don't, who will? Not the minors, thats for sure.Maybe,just maybe, if other people were enlightened with the same facts that we the human-rights enviornmentalists and pacifists revere as truths, they would ACT on those thoughts too. Act.Be Loud. If not, we would be just as usefull as "that really dynamic class of 2006,remember them?" 6 feet under.
So going back to bed with these thoughts cannon-balling off in my mind was about as belivable as Athena being born from the head of her father Zeus. I Commiserate.I Eat.I Shower.I read.And eventually, the sun and birdsstretch over the stale sky and its time to go to grauatino rehersal.
I sit boxed inside Zack, Kristina and Pete. Being a Z isnt too shabby afterall.Afterwards, out to Newport Bay with my family and moms extended family, where i break the news that i got my housing assignment for next year: The Radisson Hotel.(USC owns the top floors and uses them as a freshman housing option.) I was nervous I'll have to reapply for housing because my mom would be pissed it costs more.She was-but i applied for 5 housing options before this one, i was just shafted, im innocent! We'll see what happens.
Grauation. Maybe it would have been more emotional if i hadn't seen Cory and Topanga do it 20 times before me. Maybe it would have been more emotional if i could see it instead of watching it on the screen like True Life: I'm Graduating Wilson.Maybe if the lady talked about hummingbirds without the heavy accent and echoing mike, i would have understood what seemed like it may have been profound...or an excert from a national geographic magazine, i really could not tell.But, nonetheless,watching ellen and whitney grauate almost spung tears since the two have been there through the 4 year experiance at Woody High.Hearing my ancient Stephenson classmates give speeches was also moving...well,pretty much watching jackson grauate was moving.Robert Grey-sorry, i generally dont care.( I can say things like that since i grauated,right?)Murphy's speech Two-rific.And suddenly,3487 golf claps later, we boarded the buses to go to Grad-night.
Grad Night.I heard it costed 30,000 dollars from some unreliable source.Still,I buy that. Here's how the party went down, from my eyes:
Bus shm-z was a random mix of people.My null hypothesis: people with last names that start with weird letters are always colorful. I swear, take a SRS and test that baby, its proven true time and time again from experiance. We go to the Embassy Sweets to Dine and Dance.Dining was good, but dancing was better. The DJ was superb...up until the techno/cottoneyed joe bullshit. Ohh the dancing, the highlight of my night.For the first time,ever, the class of 2006 bonded together,if not by sprit, than by their clingy sweaty t-shirts granding on one dance floor.It was beautiful.I danced with people i wanted to dance with and didnt with people i didnt,a rariety to make out that well. Minus jon, i did want to dance with jon because thats always fun, but at this point in the night, whose freaking complaining about outliers.My goal was to win lots of free shit, and i got my first free shirt with the shakira dance contest...co-championing with 3 boys so its not as glorious and the title suggests.Eventually i was real sweat and full, and we left, only to arrive at the tualitan hills rec center.
It was like Planning Parities*Teens* Catalouge regergitated the idea on every odd page thoughout the building:facials,coffee stand,take a picture/make a keychain,baby photos, time capsul letters,dessert,food food, kosher food ( "for the vegans mostly"),kareoking,basketball,sumo wrestling,floaty bounce racing,boxer bingo, swimming,prize room,DDR...etc.Stuff ,galore.
I did it all, minus gambaling. Oh there was gambaling, by the way. I won pearl earing and a pearl necklace. Swimming was better than i thought.Usuaaly the combo of lots of people and warm water encourage the cholorine to adapt a urine-like scent.But no, i was safe. I had hold your breath contest and wesrtling matching, and dove off the high board. The classic pool ish.I'm such a teenage girl sometimes- i didnt realize that some of the boys really arnt boys, they're more like men with their boddies. When teh fuck did that happen?When did 6'pack abbs from being soo skinny turn into real muscle?
Oh yeah, while im on teh topic...i did something really ballsy at the end of the night. I told the guy i've had a baby crush on since 6th grade that I have, in fact, had a baby crush on him since 6th grade. I wasnt expecting any response/reaction-he has a girlfriend- but i figured, what the hell why not its grad night. So right after the wordsescaped my mouth and were left dangeling in the air, someone arrives to hang out...which is probably for the better. I wouldnt have felt akward, but he may have, becaue really, who admits that to someone with a girlfriend unless they're emotinally haywire from not sleeping and excausted from overstimulation?
I went home cerca 6, snacked,doddled around, and wrote this. And here I am now with the quagmire of the century: to sleep or not to sleep, that is the question. Fuck im tired. Ill let you know america, ill let you know.