In Which the Elf Updates and Gets Anesthesia
Graduation was last Saturday. On Friday (after seniors were officially gone) I returned to LHS to visit my dear language arts teacher, and had to get a visitor's pass at the front office. Walking down the hall, the bright yellow pass on my lapel proclaiming my status as "other," I felt a thick glass wall between me and the students chatting and studying for finals in the classrooms I peered into. I am no longer a high-schooler. I am for all practical purposes an adult. It is a strange feeling, one I will have to get used to.
I'm done!!! Whoo-hoo, I'm a freshman again! ^_^
Wednesday a motley crew of us went to Henderson Park and played around- picnicked and terrorized the local ducks, hiked into the forest, taught one of our newer friends about proper creekwalking, read part of Hamlet out loud. We all trooped back to my house for ice cream (it's a long hot bike ride to and from the park!) and a game of Risk. (The four players ended up in allied pairs. My sister survived her ally and ultimately took over the world, as usual.) Yesterday (my birthday, I was reminded ^^- I love summer, you don't have to care that you don't know the date) evening the family went to Borders books, where I ran into one of my GHP hall-mates, Emily the art major. Turns out her younger sister and mine went to middle school together. We chatted for quite some time (much to my tired mother's chagrin).
Wednesday night/morning I stayed up till four AM discussing philosophy with Caleb and Elerian. It was great fun, and extremely enlightening. *smiles at and half-bows to Elerian*
(Karen walks by again, making pitiful noises at me. I stole her computer to write this. ^^)
Today I went to the dermatologist's and got a rather large mole removed from the base of my neck. Mom was worried it might eventually become cancerous- we've got skin cancer in our family, and it *was* large. I don't like needles... or getting cut. My nervousness was the worst part of it, actually. I stared at the wall, clasped my hands tightly, and mentally repeated what fragments of Tagore poetry I had the presence of mind to remember. The anesthesia needle stung quite a bit, but after that I was only aware of pressure, not pain. For about 30 seconds I could feel the dermatologist wiping firmly at the mole; I had to ask if she was done- the area was that numb, thank God. There's just an unsettling white scar there now. The embarrassing bit was the (very) thorough body check the dermatologist did, to make sure none of my other moles were pre-cancerous; she was young (mid-twenties) and rather beautiful. There's something awkward about being physically examined by someone who, met under different circumstances, one might ask on a date. -_-; Yes, I've come to some decisions about myself... though the general knowledge doesn't help me figure out about specific persons. ><
Leaving for London with the GS troop on Friday. Yay!
I'm done!!! Whoo-hoo, I'm a freshman again! ^_^
Wednesday a motley crew of us went to Henderson Park and played around- picnicked and terrorized the local ducks, hiked into the forest, taught one of our newer friends about proper creekwalking, read part of Hamlet out loud. We all trooped back to my house for ice cream (it's a long hot bike ride to and from the park!) and a game of Risk. (The four players ended up in allied pairs. My sister survived her ally and ultimately took over the world, as usual.) Yesterday (my birthday, I was reminded ^^- I love summer, you don't have to care that you don't know the date) evening the family went to Borders books, where I ran into one of my GHP hall-mates, Emily the art major. Turns out her younger sister and mine went to middle school together. We chatted for quite some time (much to my tired mother's chagrin).
Wednesday night/morning I stayed up till four AM discussing philosophy with Caleb and Elerian. It was great fun, and extremely enlightening. *smiles at and half-bows to Elerian*
(Karen walks by again, making pitiful noises at me. I stole her computer to write this. ^^)
Today I went to the dermatologist's and got a rather large mole removed from the base of my neck. Mom was worried it might eventually become cancerous- we've got skin cancer in our family, and it *was* large. I don't like needles... or getting cut. My nervousness was the worst part of it, actually. I stared at the wall, clasped my hands tightly, and mentally repeated what fragments of Tagore poetry I had the presence of mind to remember. The anesthesia needle stung quite a bit, but after that I was only aware of pressure, not pain. For about 30 seconds I could feel the dermatologist wiping firmly at the mole; I had to ask if she was done- the area was that numb, thank God. There's just an unsettling white scar there now. The embarrassing bit was the (very) thorough body check the dermatologist did, to make sure none of my other moles were pre-cancerous; she was young (mid-twenties) and rather beautiful. There's something awkward about being physically examined by someone who, met under different circumstances, one might ask on a date. -_-; Yes, I've come to some decisions about myself... though the general knowledge doesn't help me figure out about specific persons. ><
Leaving for London with the GS troop on Friday. Yay!