19 December 2006
♥ *blech*
Finals week always makes me more than a little bit sad. And, according to half the newspaper staff, a total bitch... (Sorry, guys, but you were writing on the WRONG copies.) And you know what REALLY stresses me out? I have three super duper hard finals tomorrow and I'm not even remotely ready for any of them.
Which brings me to my next point: it's really annoying to sit around feeling utterly talentless. Right now, for instance, I'm sitting in Kayla's living room and she's playing her cello like a freaking prodigy, and the most musically inclined I've ever been was playing "King Wencelas" or whatever on my recorder in 6th grade. Also, I'm not looking forward to sitting in front of the history final staring blankly at the FRQ questions while a certain someone (who I think I'm kind of going to miss next semester) furiously writes their way to yet ANOTHER 100%... ew.
Anyway, there was a point to this stupid blog, but now I can't remember it.
Oh! Now I remember.
*WARNING* It's about to get pretty angsty from here on out.
I'm definitely going to miss everyone. Robin's party yesterday just kind of... set me off, I guess. I know people have to grow up and move on, but it seems kind of sudden. Of course I'm going to keep in touch with Robin--how could I not?--but it's not going to be the same.
The truth is, high school sucks, but there are a few people who make it seem better. I started the year knowing I was going to miss two of them--it's definitely not the same experience without Sowmie and Branden--but it turns out there were others, too. I didn't think I'd miss Libby and Katie and Nick as much as I do, and I know next year it's going to be even worse.
What the hell am I going to do with myself when everyone really leaves for good? Robin's staying in state, but who even knows with everyone else? They're going to be scattered around the country, and the only thing that makes school worthwhile is going to be gone.
A few of us are sticking around, I guess. (I don't know what the hell I'd do if it weren't for Kayla and Alli, plus a select few to whom I seem to find myself drawn repeatedly.) Only two days of finals, then three semesters to go, and the rest, as they say, is history.
Well, it's not history yet. I'm not sure if I'm dreading it or if I can't wait.
Which brings me to my next point: it's really annoying to sit around feeling utterly talentless. Right now, for instance, I'm sitting in Kayla's living room and she's playing her cello like a freaking prodigy, and the most musically inclined I've ever been was playing "King Wencelas" or whatever on my recorder in 6th grade. Also, I'm not looking forward to sitting in front of the history final staring blankly at the FRQ questions while a certain someone (who I think I'm kind of going to miss next semester) furiously writes their way to yet ANOTHER 100%... ew.
Anyway, there was a point to this stupid blog, but now I can't remember it.
Oh! Now I remember.
*WARNING* It's about to get pretty angsty from here on out.
I'm definitely going to miss everyone. Robin's party yesterday just kind of... set me off, I guess. I know people have to grow up and move on, but it seems kind of sudden. Of course I'm going to keep in touch with Robin--how could I not?--but it's not going to be the same.
The truth is, high school sucks, but there are a few people who make it seem better. I started the year knowing I was going to miss two of them--it's definitely not the same experience without Sowmie and Branden--but it turns out there were others, too. I didn't think I'd miss Libby and Katie and Nick as much as I do, and I know next year it's going to be even worse.
What the hell am I going to do with myself when everyone really leaves for good? Robin's staying in state, but who even knows with everyone else? They're going to be scattered around the country, and the only thing that makes school worthwhile is going to be gone.
A few of us are sticking around, I guess. (I don't know what the hell I'd do if it weren't for Kayla and Alli, plus a select few to whom I seem to find myself drawn repeatedly.) Only two days of finals, then three semesters to go, and the rest, as they say, is history.
Well, it's not history yet. I'm not sure if I'm dreading it or if I can't wait.
12/19/2006
