The END
"Endings come too fast, but they pass too slow"
-Art Garfunkel "All I know"
Just finished writing my "Reflection on my junior year" for Shearer. Very thoughtful and contemplative. I guess I'm glad she made us write out experiences. I thought this year had been a "bad" year, but looking back on everything it was actually o.k. I still had a lot of good times. I've learned a lot and I'm a lot less green. All the experiences I've had this year, even the bad ones, were necessary for me to realize what's important, what's not important, and just the reality of life. People are fickle. Not everything will match up to the pretty picture in my head, fretting and mulling won't work, you just have to take it in stride and move on. Knowing I have to be happy with myself first instead of relying on others to make me happy is by far the most important thing I've learned. Even though I've had more drama with my friends this year, I think I chose them wisely because they proved to be more than just fair weather friends. I think we've all realized it's important to avoid drama at all costs. And now I'm ready for the summer and ready to move on from all the shit from the school year, it's finally over. I'm ready to relax, have fun, have adventures, be challenged, see the people I want to see and not have to see the people I don't want to, and I don't know just ready to really be able to enjoy good times.
Well besides all of this analyzing of the past year I'm in a strangely good mood. Porn on the morning news. uh tee hee. All I can say is kudos to Ross and whoever else for finally having balls to do something provocative, even if your going to get screwed for it. ha pun screwed. uh yeah food fight in my lunch, mildly exciting, but not how I pictured a food fight. Then again I always picture me getting pelted with chocolate icing and shit and I have like a never ending mound of mashed potatoes I can peg other people with. It was fun watching the other people get trash thrown on them until I got hit with a nacho container in my head and jalapeno beefy juice in my hair. I like yearbook messages, they're good pick me ups. God this post is long and lame..I'm out.
-Art Garfunkel "All I know"
Just finished writing my "Reflection on my junior year" for Shearer. Very thoughtful and contemplative. I guess I'm glad she made us write out experiences. I thought this year had been a "bad" year, but looking back on everything it was actually o.k. I still had a lot of good times. I've learned a lot and I'm a lot less green. All the experiences I've had this year, even the bad ones, were necessary for me to realize what's important, what's not important, and just the reality of life. People are fickle. Not everything will match up to the pretty picture in my head, fretting and mulling won't work, you just have to take it in stride and move on. Knowing I have to be happy with myself first instead of relying on others to make me happy is by far the most important thing I've learned. Even though I've had more drama with my friends this year, I think I chose them wisely because they proved to be more than just fair weather friends. I think we've all realized it's important to avoid drama at all costs. And now I'm ready for the summer and ready to move on from all the shit from the school year, it's finally over. I'm ready to relax, have fun, have adventures, be challenged, see the people I want to see and not have to see the people I don't want to, and I don't know just ready to really be able to enjoy good times.
Well besides all of this analyzing of the past year I'm in a strangely good mood. Porn on the morning news. uh tee hee. All I can say is kudos to Ross and whoever else for finally having balls to do something provocative, even if your going to get screwed for it. ha pun screwed. uh yeah food fight in my lunch, mildly exciting, but not how I pictured a food fight. Then again I always picture me getting pelted with chocolate icing and shit and I have like a never ending mound of mashed potatoes I can peg other people with. It was fun watching the other people get trash thrown on them until I got hit with a nacho container in my head and jalapeno beefy juice in my hair. I like yearbook messages, they're good pick me ups. God this post is long and lame..I'm out.