what is it that you wanted?
So I did get invited to the Awards Night on Thursday night, little did I know that my mom opened the letter and never told me (everyone is asked to attend, only have to go if you get an invitation, which means you get an award). I wonder what it's for.
If you could give me a really obscure award, what would it be for? Put this in your livejournal too and see what everybody says.
Yay for original "repost this!" things. High school being over is such an odd feeling. I mean, officially it isn't, not til next Sunday. In one week, I will have graduated high school. I will have finally completed those 12 years of public (or private )education that they try to force every American child through. Wow. It's crazy. I don't feel different, knowing that I'm done with school (college is college, not school), just weird because some of my friends still have another year or so to go before they're done too. What if some of them ended up at my school? Now that would be crazy. That would be pretty sweet too.
I'm not feeling awfully insiteful right now, wish I was, but there's nothing in me right now that feels like babbling about my high school years and how they affected me. I'll try though, 'cause somebody'll read this and maybe somebody'll benefit in some way from having read this.
Freshman year, I was a freshman. I was terrified of the oh-so-very-cool upperclassmen, and spent the year keeping to my own friends (which was basically just two, Liz and Jill). I got used to high school that year though. There wasn't really anything to get used to. It was just...another school to go to five days out of seven every week, with blessed vacations and dreaded homework, some good teachers and some bad ones. That summer was the last time I went to church camp. The only thing I miss about it is the kid named Pete that I lost touch with a year later. He moved to Topeka, Kansas and it's been almost 2 years since I spoke to him. I hope someday to meet him again, he was a great person and I wish I had gotten to know him better, even though I considered him a good friend.
Sophomore year, my friends expanded a little bit, kind of got friendly with Cyrus, but that was towards the end of the year and the end of that year never really happened for me. I hugn out with him once, on Memorial Day, that year. We went to Spy Pond and hung with Chris Lo for a little bit. Do you remember that? Sophomore year, I was friends with Elsa and Derek, I picked up a bad "habit" and my depression kicked in. I don't remember a lot from that year, or anything from any years of high school really. That's just the way my memory is. I remember some key things, some random things, and everything else: I'm lucky if I remember it later, and that's only due to something somebody said that reminded me. Things pass and...that's it. They pass and I remember everything in the past with the same blurry vision. Summer after sophomore year was pretty good, Liz came to the beach house for the first time I think. Yeap, 'cause that's when I first dyed my hair black. So my hair was black when I came back Junior year. Junior year, I became a little more social, gained at least two more friends (Dave and Cyrus, fun times in Barry's history class), finally met the infamous Jesse (whom Cyrus could only describe as "blonde" hahah). That was a good summer. Beach house, getting woken up by the train and watching "horror" movies at David's house in Maine, swimming, sailing... Let's not forget Jesse's birthday party, shall we?
Senior year was by far the best year in high school. I started off with two classes with Liz, but dropped out of AP Psych, so then it was just science, which we would've died in without each other because that class was fucking PAINFUL because it was so easy. The first week of school sucked majorly, with driving and a broken heart, but then I recovered and had a great time. I hung out after school with the frisbee kids almost everyday and got to know Tad better. I had my first boyfriend, first break-up and it went amazingly smooth. I only cried for about an hour and a half and then I was ready to go boy hunting with Jesse heh. I haven't spoken to Mike since...sometime in March? Haven't seen him since sometime in April, twas only in the hallway after lunch. Live and let live, life goes on, I could care less about him, but it's not worth the effort. I gained a bit of life experience from that relationship, and in the end, that's all that I care about because he's not worth caring about. Ouch? No, not really, he's an ass. Heh aannnyywhooo... After Mike, the year just got better. I had several weeks in a row of good moods and good times, I started hanging out with Tad, and then I realized that the year was almost over. Whoa now. Where'd it go? I swear it was Halloween like...that was months ago? Craziness.
The last month of school went ridiculously fast. I felt like there wasn't hardly any time for me to spend time with people and get things finished, but I did, and there's still the summer for more people time. And I'm not going very far, Worcester is only about an hour away and you can bet I'll be dragging some people away over the weekends to spend time with me at Clark. It's a gorgeous campus, that's one of the only reasons why I picked the school. It's just...typical New England. So I love it. If I stay in the US, I don't think I could happily live away from the East Coast, it's too beautiful here. And I could never live more than a state away from the sea. Talk about heartbreak, that would kill me.
Overall, my high school experience has been...well, there's really no simple way to put it. I can't summerize it in a sentence, I can't remember it all very well, only the people and the times I had with them. Life is really about the people for me. Relationships are so important and I don't mean just like significant-other-type-relationships, I mean friends. Friends are so important. What was that French quote that Eddy painted in Ms. Lahey's room? Something about "Nothing can replace the value of a good friend".
I wish I could organize my thoughts better, I suppose if I gave myself more of a topic that would help, but this is what you get for today. A bientot, mes chers. I'm not gone yet.
If you could give me a really obscure award, what would it be for? Put this in your livejournal too and see what everybody says.
Yay for original "repost this!" things. High school being over is such an odd feeling. I mean, officially it isn't, not til next Sunday. In one week, I will have graduated high school. I will have finally completed those 12 years of public (or private )education that they try to force every American child through. Wow. It's crazy. I don't feel different, knowing that I'm done with school (college is college, not school), just weird because some of my friends still have another year or so to go before they're done too. What if some of them ended up at my school? Now that would be crazy. That would be pretty sweet too.
I'm not feeling awfully insiteful right now, wish I was, but there's nothing in me right now that feels like babbling about my high school years and how they affected me. I'll try though, 'cause somebody'll read this and maybe somebody'll benefit in some way from having read this.
Freshman year, I was a freshman. I was terrified of the oh-so-very-cool upperclassmen, and spent the year keeping to my own friends (which was basically just two, Liz and Jill). I got used to high school that year though. There wasn't really anything to get used to. It was just...another school to go to five days out of seven every week, with blessed vacations and dreaded homework, some good teachers and some bad ones. That summer was the last time I went to church camp. The only thing I miss about it is the kid named Pete that I lost touch with a year later. He moved to Topeka, Kansas and it's been almost 2 years since I spoke to him. I hope someday to meet him again, he was a great person and I wish I had gotten to know him better, even though I considered him a good friend.
Sophomore year, my friends expanded a little bit, kind of got friendly with Cyrus, but that was towards the end of the year and the end of that year never really happened for me. I hugn out with him once, on Memorial Day, that year. We went to Spy Pond and hung with Chris Lo for a little bit. Do you remember that? Sophomore year, I was friends with Elsa and Derek, I picked up a bad "habit" and my depression kicked in. I don't remember a lot from that year, or anything from any years of high school really. That's just the way my memory is. I remember some key things, some random things, and everything else: I'm lucky if I remember it later, and that's only due to something somebody said that reminded me. Things pass and...that's it. They pass and I remember everything in the past with the same blurry vision. Summer after sophomore year was pretty good, Liz came to the beach house for the first time I think. Yeap, 'cause that's when I first dyed my hair black. So my hair was black when I came back Junior year. Junior year, I became a little more social, gained at least two more friends (Dave and Cyrus, fun times in Barry's history class), finally met the infamous Jesse (whom Cyrus could only describe as "blonde" hahah). That was a good summer. Beach house, getting woken up by the train and watching "horror" movies at David's house in Maine, swimming, sailing... Let's not forget Jesse's birthday party, shall we?
Senior year was by far the best year in high school. I started off with two classes with Liz, but dropped out of AP Psych, so then it was just science, which we would've died in without each other because that class was fucking PAINFUL because it was so easy. The first week of school sucked majorly, with driving and a broken heart, but then I recovered and had a great time. I hung out after school with the frisbee kids almost everyday and got to know Tad better. I had my first boyfriend, first break-up and it went amazingly smooth. I only cried for about an hour and a half and then I was ready to go boy hunting with Jesse heh. I haven't spoken to Mike since...sometime in March? Haven't seen him since sometime in April, twas only in the hallway after lunch. Live and let live, life goes on, I could care less about him, but it's not worth the effort. I gained a bit of life experience from that relationship, and in the end, that's all that I care about because he's not worth caring about. Ouch? No, not really, he's an ass. Heh aannnyywhooo... After Mike, the year just got better. I had several weeks in a row of good moods and good times, I started hanging out with Tad, and then I realized that the year was almost over. Whoa now. Where'd it go? I swear it was Halloween like...that was months ago? Craziness.
The last month of school went ridiculously fast. I felt like there wasn't hardly any time for me to spend time with people and get things finished, but I did, and there's still the summer for more people time. And I'm not going very far, Worcester is only about an hour away and you can bet I'll be dragging some people away over the weekends to spend time with me at Clark. It's a gorgeous campus, that's one of the only reasons why I picked the school. It's just...typical New England. So I love it. If I stay in the US, I don't think I could happily live away from the East Coast, it's too beautiful here. And I could never live more than a state away from the sea. Talk about heartbreak, that would kill me.
Overall, my high school experience has been...well, there's really no simple way to put it. I can't summerize it in a sentence, I can't remember it all very well, only the people and the times I had with them. Life is really about the people for me. Relationships are so important and I don't mean just like significant-other-type-relationships, I mean friends. Friends are so important. What was that French quote that Eddy painted in Ms. Lahey's room? Something about "Nothing can replace the value of a good friend".
I wish I could organize my thoughts better, I suppose if I gave myself more of a topic that would help, but this is what you get for today. A bientot, mes chers. I'm not gone yet.