Let the games begin...
That was it? My first day as a senior is over? I was somehow expecting more...
Have you ever noticed that? Every big event is greatly anticipated, excitement mounts as the day draws near...and...disappointment. Well, maybe not disappointment per say, but some sense of not quite reaching that heightened vision of what should have been.
The first day was fun. Not spectacular, not horrific, but there were certainly a few moments I'll be sure to remember.
Matt brought me coffee and became God.
We all stood outside and I watched my little brother, now a freshman, walk off the bus and into the high school for the first time. I was almost sad, realizing that although I remember the first day of freshman year, I don't remember what it felt like to walk through those doors, surrounded by larger, scarier high schoolers. Then I remembered I was a senior, and all traces of sadness disappeared.
I gave hugs and received hugs, read everyone's shirts and smiled to find myself mentioned on a few. It was so great seeing everyone I missed over the summer, and fitting in with all the friends I've always had. It might sound stupid, but sometimes I would notice someone wandering around looking somewhat lost, and I would look around me and feel really lucky to be surrounded by such great friends all day. We were corralled like cattle and displayed in our tribal sacrifice in the auditorium. We played games that belong in the elementary school, yet as juvenile as they were we managed to fit in a few laughs and good times. We were "guided" and tagged and fed everyone else's leftovers.
After everyone had slowly trickled home, Dave, Eric, Lauren, Dan and I wandered around searching out teachers. We found them, and we went home. I gave Dan a hug and threatened his life (obviously kidding, of course), and walked back into an empty house.
Too lazy to change before gym, I left my senior tie dye on and got quite a few compliments. Gym was nothing exciting, although I finally started taping for my video, which should have been done a while ago, but I didn't know that. There seems to be a lot I don't know about the whole college process. And right now I have 14 applications piled, somewhat haphazardly I might add, next to the computer, only one of them having been started.
Now, I am fully aware of the fact that this might sound completely insane, but I'm actually looking forward to school this year. I've been getting up at 6 all summer, so that doesn't bother me much, and the routine and regularity of class every day at least gives me something to do. In addition to that, I think I'm going to like all of my classes this year, which will be a first. Homework, as always, I could do without, and I'm sure in a few weeks I'll be right there complaining with everyone else about how much I hate school and wish it was summer, but for now I'm somewhat amazed with the fact that, for the first time since somewhere around second grade, I'm actually looking forward to school.
[My mother just walked out in the middle of a "conversation". I can't stand it. I can't stand her. AHHHHHHHH I just want to SCREAM! Why can't I just be insolent and indifferent? Why is it that I can't slam my door in her face and hurl angry words right back at her?]
I'm very glad tomorrow is Wednesday, so after the first "real" day of school I can go home and not have to worry about going to gym. But it will be good. This year will be good.
And my application for Brown came today (from the aforementioned stack, Brown is on top and yes, the only one I've started). I'm trying not to get my hopes up, but I know I'll be disappointed if I don't get in. Well, as with everything, time will tell.
There's actually a lot I'm hoping for with time...
GOOD LUCK TOMORROW! ily you guys...
My Question to All: What's your best first day of school memory?
Have you ever noticed that? Every big event is greatly anticipated, excitement mounts as the day draws near...and...disappointment. Well, maybe not disappointment per say, but some sense of not quite reaching that heightened vision of what should have been.
The first day was fun. Not spectacular, not horrific, but there were certainly a few moments I'll be sure to remember.
Matt brought me coffee and became God.
We all stood outside and I watched my little brother, now a freshman, walk off the bus and into the high school for the first time. I was almost sad, realizing that although I remember the first day of freshman year, I don't remember what it felt like to walk through those doors, surrounded by larger, scarier high schoolers. Then I remembered I was a senior, and all traces of sadness disappeared.
I gave hugs and received hugs, read everyone's shirts and smiled to find myself mentioned on a few. It was so great seeing everyone I missed over the summer, and fitting in with all the friends I've always had. It might sound stupid, but sometimes I would notice someone wandering around looking somewhat lost, and I would look around me and feel really lucky to be surrounded by such great friends all day. We were corralled like cattle and displayed in our tribal sacrifice in the auditorium. We played games that belong in the elementary school, yet as juvenile as they were we managed to fit in a few laughs and good times. We were "guided" and tagged and fed everyone else's leftovers.
After everyone had slowly trickled home, Dave, Eric, Lauren, Dan and I wandered around searching out teachers. We found them, and we went home. I gave Dan a hug and threatened his life (obviously kidding, of course), and walked back into an empty house.
Too lazy to change before gym, I left my senior tie dye on and got quite a few compliments. Gym was nothing exciting, although I finally started taping for my video, which should have been done a while ago, but I didn't know that. There seems to be a lot I don't know about the whole college process. And right now I have 14 applications piled, somewhat haphazardly I might add, next to the computer, only one of them having been started.
Now, I am fully aware of the fact that this might sound completely insane, but I'm actually looking forward to school this year. I've been getting up at 6 all summer, so that doesn't bother me much, and the routine and regularity of class every day at least gives me something to do. In addition to that, I think I'm going to like all of my classes this year, which will be a first. Homework, as always, I could do without, and I'm sure in a few weeks I'll be right there complaining with everyone else about how much I hate school and wish it was summer, but for now I'm somewhat amazed with the fact that, for the first time since somewhere around second grade, I'm actually looking forward to school.
[My mother just walked out in the middle of a "conversation". I can't stand it. I can't stand her. AHHHHHHHH I just want to SCREAM! Why can't I just be insolent and indifferent? Why is it that I can't slam my door in her face and hurl angry words right back at her?]
I'm very glad tomorrow is Wednesday, so after the first "real" day of school I can go home and not have to worry about going to gym. But it will be good. This year will be good.
And my application for Brown came today (from the aforementioned stack, Brown is on top and yes, the only one I've started). I'm trying not to get my hopes up, but I know I'll be disappointed if I don't get in. Well, as with everything, time will tell.
There's actually a lot I'm hoping for with time...
GOOD LUCK TOMORROW! ily you guys...
My Question to All: What's your best first day of school memory?