One for the memories...
Watching my so-called life. Thinking about the past...here are a few memories.
8th grade: Driving to Monterey for the English field trip. My hand out the window in the breeze. My father in the driver's seat. Marina and Sam in the seats behind me. Miles and Ryan in the seats behind them. There was so much laughter in that car. We raise our hands in signs of peace to the passersby- like in the commercials...so many people did it back. I remember the friday night sleepovers at my house- alone, on which I could dedicate a thousand entrys. I remember that year being really happy...feeling like I belonged for the first time.
Summer of 8th grade: My first time at long lake. I remember hiding in my cabin room. I was convinced all my room mates despised me- to be honest I'm still pretty sure they did. But then I remember when I got so disguestingly sick durring the show...and sleeping in the the dressingroom, with my head on Calum's lap. Everyone was so worried, and I realized they cared- silly as it sounds, I think that flu was a blessing in disguise.
9th grade: Sitting in Ms. Haskell's class durring lunch with Maayan and Erica. It was so dorky-- and we loved it. I remember laughing so hard my eyes would well with tears, and I would hardly be able to breathe. Broken fragments of inside jokes...carrots....caldasash....and many more that I can't remember at all.
Summer of 9th grade: Italy, the hours melting away as I lay poolside scribbling stories. Also, my 2nd summer at long lake....realizing I had found my home. Falling in love with so many people, too many amazing people to name- they know who they are. Then, at home, photographs in the corn maze with Erica and Maayan- the sun, the laughter, the anticipation of high school.
10th grade: First real pain...feeling betrayed. Feeling hurt...knowing I hurt others. My brother asking why I was crying all the time. A year I would prefer not to remember.
Summer of 10th grade: Last summer at long lake. Lazy lakeside afternoons with Katy. Pushing back the tears as the lyrics of "Imagine" fall from my lips. A long lost video plays in my mind. Rob squinting into the sun, Dana hamming it up for the camera, Jen's tear-streamed face, Dennis declaring his undying love, many more tearful goodbyes...the last I would share.
11th grade: Friday nights at Lauren's...pizza and Sex and the City dvds...gossip, and laughter. The rest of the year seems to blur together.
Summer of 11th grade: Also a blur...it's strange how some of my most recent life seems the most distant in memory. I do remember, though, my last time at the state fair with Erica and Maayan...the last photo in the ferris wheel, and I was already past curfew.
12th grade: Coming home after working so late on the musical. My mom and dad in the kitchen waiting with re-heated dinner. So patiently listening to my bitching, and always has me smiling by bedtime.
Summer after 12th grade: Preparing to say goodbye....and realizing I already had. A surreal summer- wonderful when I wasn't ruining it by thinking too much. :)
Just a few thoughts. There's some things I am glad I have grown out of...but there is so much I miss. I miss you all. I send you love. xoxoxox
8th grade: Driving to Monterey for the English field trip. My hand out the window in the breeze. My father in the driver's seat. Marina and Sam in the seats behind me. Miles and Ryan in the seats behind them. There was so much laughter in that car. We raise our hands in signs of peace to the passersby- like in the commercials...so many people did it back. I remember the friday night sleepovers at my house- alone, on which I could dedicate a thousand entrys. I remember that year being really happy...feeling like I belonged for the first time.
Summer of 8th grade: My first time at long lake. I remember hiding in my cabin room. I was convinced all my room mates despised me- to be honest I'm still pretty sure they did. But then I remember when I got so disguestingly sick durring the show...and sleeping in the the dressingroom, with my head on Calum's lap. Everyone was so worried, and I realized they cared- silly as it sounds, I think that flu was a blessing in disguise.
9th grade: Sitting in Ms. Haskell's class durring lunch with Maayan and Erica. It was so dorky-- and we loved it. I remember laughing so hard my eyes would well with tears, and I would hardly be able to breathe. Broken fragments of inside jokes...carrots....caldasash....and many more that I can't remember at all.
Summer of 9th grade: Italy, the hours melting away as I lay poolside scribbling stories. Also, my 2nd summer at long lake....realizing I had found my home. Falling in love with so many people, too many amazing people to name- they know who they are. Then, at home, photographs in the corn maze with Erica and Maayan- the sun, the laughter, the anticipation of high school.
10th grade: First real pain...feeling betrayed. Feeling hurt...knowing I hurt others. My brother asking why I was crying all the time. A year I would prefer not to remember.
Summer of 10th grade: Last summer at long lake. Lazy lakeside afternoons with Katy. Pushing back the tears as the lyrics of "Imagine" fall from my lips. A long lost video plays in my mind. Rob squinting into the sun, Dana hamming it up for the camera, Jen's tear-streamed face, Dennis declaring his undying love, many more tearful goodbyes...the last I would share.
11th grade: Friday nights at Lauren's...pizza and Sex and the City dvds...gossip, and laughter. The rest of the year seems to blur together.
Summer of 11th grade: Also a blur...it's strange how some of my most recent life seems the most distant in memory. I do remember, though, my last time at the state fair with Erica and Maayan...the last photo in the ferris wheel, and I was already past curfew.
12th grade: Coming home after working so late on the musical. My mom and dad in the kitchen waiting with re-heated dinner. So patiently listening to my bitching, and always has me smiling by bedtime.
Summer after 12th grade: Preparing to say goodbye....and realizing I already had. A surreal summer- wonderful when I wasn't ruining it by thinking too much. :)
Just a few thoughts. There's some things I am glad I have grown out of...but there is so much I miss. I miss you all. I send you love. xoxoxox