Some things never change
A list of things that remind me of Geneva
Looking over the horizon and seeing the sky being met with trees. We moved to a new house last weekend, and the view from the second floor (there's a ginormous window right above the front door that I can view through from the top of the semi-open staircase) is eerily similar to a view of Geneva from atop the Barton building of the Experiment Station.
SAT... on Saturday, and I'm reviewing the writing section. Turns out I've forgotten a ton of stuff since the PSATs sophomore year, now wonder I scored low on the subsequent SAT and second PSAT. So anyway, I have to drive 20 minutes to get to the nearest test center, whaaaaat!?
Starcraft... now SC2 is coming out, is the end of the world here already?
DSL... Qwest instead of Verizon, but man those telephone line filters sure bring me back!
Spitting out random Simpsons quotes. Duffman never dies... only the actors who play him. Ohhh yeah!
Getting rides.
Quizno's sub... Large Mesquite Chicken with Bacon on Rosemary Parmesan Bread, the smell makes me want to cry with joy, that's how freaking awesome it is.
Graduation... in a sports stadium. Definitely smaller (like 1/20th the size) than the Carrier Dome, but I definitely got deja vu from it.
Pomp & Circumstance, and I didn't really know most of the graduates there. Two students gave speeches, but I guess Johnston doesn't do Valedictorians, so these two were chosen by the students. Too many cliches were said, and I really didn't enjoy listening at all, though Dorothy Mitchell probably set my standards way too high to be matched by anyone else anyway (and like 2005, I used my own French horn again this year). People were cheering, the school "fight song" is played, and at the end when everyone is yelling, "D... R... A... G... O... N... S... ... Dragonnnnnnnnnns... Fight!" all I can do is just awkwardly mouth the words, feeling only a forced sense of being one with the crowd, instead of a natural sense of being one in it. Nobody would ever know how easily "G-O-G-EN-E-VA--" can fly off my tongue, and actually feel it.
The best comfort my parents could give me used to be that with time, things will get better. This past semester was intended to give me that "time", but whether or not this was effective, I really don't know. Now whenever I try again to talk to them about why I had to leave Geneva to spend the last portions of my pre-adulthood in a foreign place -- not it being foreign, but I -- they simply get annoyed that I have to yet again bring up a subject they once thought was put to rest forever.
Is it a wonder, then, that we're getting into fights about my getting a job, when they insist on the securing of one be a prerequisite to my returning to Geneva in the end of June for graduation? And how could I NOT be on the verge of breaking down in frustration and LAUGHTER at the same time when they ask me to seek opinions from my friends and teachers in Geneva, on the topic of if I should place a visit to Geneva over a job in the summer in Iowa?
On the bright side, our new refrigerator has a built in ice maker. It's one of the fewest things that keep me going, but boy it sure is good at it.
There are people I haven't talked to in a long time. Maybe I'll be better off.
Looking over the horizon and seeing the sky being met with trees. We moved to a new house last weekend, and the view from the second floor (there's a ginormous window right above the front door that I can view through from the top of the semi-open staircase) is eerily similar to a view of Geneva from atop the Barton building of the Experiment Station.
SAT... on Saturday, and I'm reviewing the writing section. Turns out I've forgotten a ton of stuff since the PSATs sophomore year, now wonder I scored low on the subsequent SAT and second PSAT. So anyway, I have to drive 20 minutes to get to the nearest test center, whaaaaat!?
Starcraft... now SC2 is coming out, is the end of the world here already?
DSL... Qwest instead of Verizon, but man those telephone line filters sure bring me back!
Spitting out random Simpsons quotes. Duffman never dies... only the actors who play him. Ohhh yeah!
Getting rides.
Quizno's sub... Large Mesquite Chicken with Bacon on Rosemary Parmesan Bread, the smell makes me want to cry with joy, that's how freaking awesome it is.
Graduation... in a sports stadium. Definitely smaller (like 1/20th the size) than the Carrier Dome, but I definitely got deja vu from it.
Pomp & Circumstance, and I didn't really know most of the graduates there. Two students gave speeches, but I guess Johnston doesn't do Valedictorians, so these two were chosen by the students. Too many cliches were said, and I really didn't enjoy listening at all, though Dorothy Mitchell probably set my standards way too high to be matched by anyone else anyway (and like 2005, I used my own French horn again this year). People were cheering, the school "fight song" is played, and at the end when everyone is yelling, "D... R... A... G... O... N... S... ... Dragonnnnnnnnnns... Fight!" all I can do is just awkwardly mouth the words, feeling only a forced sense of being one with the crowd, instead of a natural sense of being one in it. Nobody would ever know how easily "G-O-G-EN-E-VA--" can fly off my tongue, and actually feel it.
The best comfort my parents could give me used to be that with time, things will get better. This past semester was intended to give me that "time", but whether or not this was effective, I really don't know. Now whenever I try again to talk to them about why I had to leave Geneva to spend the last portions of my pre-adulthood in a foreign place -- not it being foreign, but I -- they simply get annoyed that I have to yet again bring up a subject they once thought was put to rest forever.
Is it a wonder, then, that we're getting into fights about my getting a job, when they insist on the securing of one be a prerequisite to my returning to Geneva in the end of June for graduation? And how could I NOT be on the verge of breaking down in frustration and LAUGHTER at the same time when they ask me to seek opinions from my friends and teachers in Geneva, on the topic of if I should place a visit to Geneva over a job in the summer in Iowa?
On the bright side, our new refrigerator has a built in ice maker. It's one of the fewest things that keep me going, but boy it sure is good at it.
There are people I haven't talked to in a long time. Maybe I'll be better off.