hope its a post-it note, bub.
sometimes i really hate the end, you know when the credits go fin? only because there is so much promise in knowing that a part of your life is ending and that everything is going to irreversibly change, for better or for worst (pahh... semi-wedding vow tone)
as i looked through my newly acquired college yearbook, i realized what perilous journey i have endured since starting college. it made me teary eyed nostalgic, and i searched for my dusty high school yearbook. i had so much promise, so much glory and i liked how i was, pardon the cheesiness, but i was at the top of my game, bub.
i was AVID President, and being in that seat held some power. i got the respect of the underclassmen within our AVID classes, and i must admit glory feels warm and snuggly. all those, "keep being the diligent student that you are..." or "thanks for helping me in ___________" i think i even had one of the cutest boys (amongst the flips ^^;;) who i inadvertedly saved from failing Mr. Wood's Spanish II class by letting him copy my homework. hah, plagerism paid by the charming smile of the school heartthrob.
and now look at me.
college is great, stressful, sleepless, endless procrastination. but i believe that i changed for the better. at least i let out the closet dork (that i am apparently) once in a while.
i met the four most awesome girls, and i love being with them in our quaint little apartment. i'm invisible as a nursing student, but i laugh and smile more freely.
so i ask, what's the price of glory? yesh, hopefully in the next life... memories will be a post-it note on the back of a dusty, and forgotten yearbook.
as i looked through my newly acquired college yearbook, i realized what perilous journey i have endured since starting college. it made me teary eyed nostalgic, and i searched for my dusty high school yearbook. i had so much promise, so much glory and i liked how i was, pardon the cheesiness, but i was at the top of my game, bub.
i was AVID President, and being in that seat held some power. i got the respect of the underclassmen within our AVID classes, and i must admit glory feels warm and snuggly. all those, "keep being the diligent student that you are..." or "thanks for helping me in ___________" i think i even had one of the cutest boys (amongst the flips ^^;;) who i inadvertedly saved from failing Mr. Wood's Spanish II class by letting him copy my homework. hah, plagerism paid by the charming smile of the school heartthrob.
and now look at me.
college is great, stressful, sleepless, endless procrastination. but i believe that i changed for the better. at least i let out the closet dork (that i am apparently) once in a while.
i met the four most awesome girls, and i love being with them in our quaint little apartment. i'm invisible as a nursing student, but i laugh and smile more freely.
so i ask, what's the price of glory? yesh, hopefully in the next life... memories will be a post-it note on the back of a dusty, and forgotten yearbook.