28 May 2008
♥ pretty in pink
I love my new Blackberry!
5/28/2008
27 May 2008
♥ i smell like manure,
literally.
5/27/2008
26 May 2008
♥ dear memorial day,
In the future, when I am trying to run a 10K, could you please not rain on me? Also, it would be great if you could refrain from pouring during my graduation party, as this was Kayla's trampoline's last hoorah of sorts and I did not get to jump on it once. Please try and be a little more considerate of my needs.
Memorially yours,
Emma
Memorially yours,
Emma
5/26/2008
24 May 2008
♥ it was the best of times, it was the worst of times.
This is my last post of high school, and there are a few things I need to say before I can move on. I don't think that moving on will be easy, but I guess we've been through worse. There are things I'll never forget about completely, and there are probably things that I already have. But in any case, I think the most important thing to remember when I find myself feeling a little nostalgic is this: I don't regret any of it, not one single minute.
I don't regret dating, even though some turned out to be assholes. I don't regret falling in love, even though having my heart broken was the hardest thing I've ever had to go through. I don't regret IB, even though there were nights I didn't think I'd make it out alive. I don't regret the friends I've made (despite the fights we've had), or the nights I stayed out late, or the times I ditched class to do something way more fun.
I don't regret any of it because even though some--in fact, much--of it ended in disaster, that's what high school is about. I know it's a cliche, but making mistakes is how we learn. I learned how to spot a jerk a mile away, I learned not to let people be reckless with my heart, I learned how to study hard (or not, and still make the grade--thanks IB!), how to maintain a friendship that really matters, how to apologize and mean it, how to manage my time, how to have fun.
High school brought with it some of the crappiest times of my life, and also some of the most fantastic. I have met some people I will never forget, for better and for worse. It wasn't always normal or functional or worth writing about; in fact, most of it, like graduation day itself, has been bittersweet. I wouldn't have it any other way.
I don't regret dating, even though some turned out to be assholes. I don't regret falling in love, even though having my heart broken was the hardest thing I've ever had to go through. I don't regret IB, even though there were nights I didn't think I'd make it out alive. I don't regret the friends I've made (despite the fights we've had), or the nights I stayed out late, or the times I ditched class to do something way more fun.
I don't regret any of it because even though some--in fact, much--of it ended in disaster, that's what high school is about. I know it's a cliche, but making mistakes is how we learn. I learned how to spot a jerk a mile away, I learned not to let people be reckless with my heart, I learned how to study hard (or not, and still make the grade--thanks IB!), how to maintain a friendship that really matters, how to apologize and mean it, how to manage my time, how to have fun.
High school brought with it some of the crappiest times of my life, and also some of the most fantastic. I have met some people I will never forget, for better and for worse. It wasn't always normal or functional or worth writing about; in fact, most of it, like graduation day itself, has been bittersweet. I wouldn't have it any other way.
5/24/2008
23 May 2008
♥ 'get nicole down there right away!'
Did you know that King Tut had a cleft palate?
5/23/2008
22 May 2008
♥ ten thousand bouncy balls
is just as awesome as it sounds.
5/22/2008
18 May 2008
♥ why in the world
do we have another week of school?
5/18/2008
15 May 2008
♥ impressive bullshitters. what?
International Baccalaureate is:
--full of snobs.
--pretentious...
--...and often useless.
--a lot of busy work.
--a lot of work, in general.
--somewhat isolating.
--a bunch of nerds.
--a good thing to put on a resume.
--finally, finally, finally over.
Being intelligent can only get you so far, which explains some of the irony behind the fact that anyone with any sense dropped out after a year or two. It's been a hell of a long four years and there were some nights I didn't think I was going to make it, but now that it's all over, I can say I'm glad I did it. In fact, I wouldn't trade my time in IB for anything, not even, say, normalcy.
--full of snobs.
--pretentious...
--...and often useless.
--a lot of busy work.
--a lot of work, in general.
--somewhat isolating.
--a bunch of nerds.
--a good thing to put on a resume.
--finally, finally, finally over.
Being intelligent can only get you so far, which explains some of the irony behind the fact that anyone with any sense dropped out after a year or two. It's been a hell of a long four years and there were some nights I didn't think I was going to make it, but now that it's all over, I can say I'm glad I did it. In fact, I wouldn't trade my time in IB for anything, not even, say, normalcy.
5/15/2008
12 May 2008
♥ weird
I can't believe I got my senior yearbook today... I'm not sure if I want anyone to sign it. I think I'm going to be much more selective this year.
5/12/2008
11 May 2008
♥ well what did you really expect?
5/11/2008
10 May 2008
♥ tonight is my last prom ever
Ever ever. I've seen the good, the bad and the ugly and I'm not gonna lie, I've loved every minute of drama (except maybe being swung at junior year, yikes). Here's to one more prom before I get out of this mess they call high school.
5/10/2008
07 May 2008
♥ only 11 more hours to go!
Rise of Stalin: check.
Ideology in Nazi Germany: check.
Chinese Civil War: check.
Bismarck's foreign policy: check.
Franco-Prussian War: check.
Mao, Chaing-Kai Shek, Sun Yat-sen: check, check, and check.
My hand hurts, but I feel very scholarly.
Ideology in Nazi Germany: check.
Chinese Civil War: check.
Bismarck's foreign policy: check.
Franco-Prussian War: check.
Mao, Chaing-Kai Shek, Sun Yat-sen: check, check, and check.
My hand hurts, but I feel very scholarly.
5/07/2008
06 May 2008
♥ crunch time
In the next two weeks, I will:
--sit in the lecture center for over 20 hours.
--write nine essays by hand. Ouch.
--study more biology than I ever want to know.
--cry myself to sleep (night of May 13 only).
--write the names "Stalin," "Mao," and "Hitler" more than one should without being detained.
--finish IB. Forever!
It's kind of like torture, but better than starting college as a freshman. I can't believe I stuck it out this far, and I'm not quite glad I did yet, but by 10 AM on May 15, I think I will be the happiest girl in the world.
--sit in the lecture center for over 20 hours.
--write nine essays by hand. Ouch.
--study more biology than I ever want to know.
--cry myself to sleep (night of May 13 only).
--write the names "Stalin," "Mao," and "Hitler" more than one should without being detained.
--finish IB. Forever!
It's kind of like torture, but better than starting college as a freshman. I can't believe I stuck it out this far, and I'm not quite glad I did yet, but by 10 AM on May 15, I think I will be the happiest girl in the world.
5/06/2008
03 May 2008
♥ what more can we do?
I don't really know what to say, but I also feel like I have to acknowledge this. He is our coach, our teacher, our friend. I don't feel like I can say "was" because I still feel like he's there. I half expect to see him at school on Monday, laughing and teasing like he always was.
But there's more to it than that. I simply can't bring myself to believe he would do something like that. That's not our Jon. Our Jon is funny and smart and works hard at everything he does.
Then again, I have been in the position of being the girl nobody believes, the girl everyone thinks is making it all up. All I can say is that I don't wish that feeling on anyone. At some point, you start to second guess yourself, and it doesn't matter anymore that you're telling the truth. It is the loneliest feeling in the world.
Maybe these girls are telling the truth. I hope not, because I don't want to believe it. But if they're lying, where does that get us? Jon is out of jail, but his reputation is ruined. He'll never teach or coach again, and for someone who loves his job as much as Jon, what punishment could be worse? Girls who lie about things like this have no idea the repercussions of the chain of events they're setting into motion. It goes so much deeper than the immediate reaction. Next time somebody reports something like this, it won't matter if she's telling the truth: nobody's going to believe her.
So where do we go from here? I can't imagine worse timing than this. More than anything, I'm just sad. I'm sad that Jon is in this position, and I can't decide which outcome will be worse. For now, I guess all I can do is be glad I knew the Jon I did.
But there's more to it than that. I simply can't bring myself to believe he would do something like that. That's not our Jon. Our Jon is funny and smart and works hard at everything he does.
Then again, I have been in the position of being the girl nobody believes, the girl everyone thinks is making it all up. All I can say is that I don't wish that feeling on anyone. At some point, you start to second guess yourself, and it doesn't matter anymore that you're telling the truth. It is the loneliest feeling in the world.
Maybe these girls are telling the truth. I hope not, because I don't want to believe it. But if they're lying, where does that get us? Jon is out of jail, but his reputation is ruined. He'll never teach or coach again, and for someone who loves his job as much as Jon, what punishment could be worse? Girls who lie about things like this have no idea the repercussions of the chain of events they're setting into motion. It goes so much deeper than the immediate reaction. Next time somebody reports something like this, it won't matter if she's telling the truth: nobody's going to believe her.
So where do we go from here? I can't imagine worse timing than this. More than anything, I'm just sad. I'm sad that Jon is in this position, and I can't decide which outcome will be worse. For now, I guess all I can do is be glad I knew the Jon I did.
5/03/2008
01 May 2008
♥ still, it feels like a pretty big deal.
Today is a big day, a bad day. A day I've been having nightmares about since the day I knew it was coming. I've been cringing every time the phone rings, not that he would call. I wonder if he remembered. I wonder if anyone else remembered. I wonder if Ari Gould remembered. Probably not. This is one of the million Jerry Springer-esque cases the court system sees every day, and I am probably the only one who noticed.
5/01/2008
