Friendship is the lighthouse keeper, swinging the golden light that calls ships back from the sea. She wakes up to laughter, and dozes on long plane rides. She wears a woolen sweater the color of wine, or on sunnier days a bright neon bikini. Sometimes she gets sick just like normal people, and sometimes she never recovers, but she will always be there like the memory of first snow.
A piece of creative work for English class. I want to write more of this style.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Thursday, September 3, 2009
And here we go again...
As much as I'd feared the return to reality, I still became excited in going to school again.
The remainder of August was spent hunched at my desk, writing out notecards, typing out log entries and essays, researching some colleges. I swam a total of 4 times this summer (probably the only time I use the backyard pool the 365 days we keep it running in a year) and had 3 make-up piano lessons. Sure, I knew that once school started I'd be hard pressed to have any more free time, but it didn't stop me from allocating some of it in August. I slept in 6 days out of 7, the seventh being Sunday mornings, when I would volunteer at Los Robles.
The Saturday before registration my parents held a small bbq get-together for some other parents and friends. We had a sumptious dinner out in the backyard and I chatted incessantly with my friends. Later we played Cranium and Twister. Classics. We had a wonderful time.
So when I went to Registration (long waiting lines, the usual procedure) it didn't feel as if a summer had passed when I met my friends there again. I'd been two worlds away this summer, and yet little has changed in the faces of people I knew.
My schedule of classes (after numerous visits to the Counseling Office):
1. Gov/Econ AP
2. Comp Sci AP
3. English IV AP
4. Studio Art AP
5. Calc BC AP
6. Physics AP
The full plate. Oh joy.
Though I keep insisting that I lack the mental maturity of a senior, I did notice how familiar the school has become...and how mediocre. Walking around on campus, I can't help but notice how seldom I see my fellow AP classmates. For the first time, I thought it'd be nice to be somewhere else, somewhere new and more intellectually stimulating...well, college, I suppose.
I think I'll very much like going to college.
The remainder of August was spent hunched at my desk, writing out notecards, typing out log entries and essays, researching some colleges. I swam a total of 4 times this summer (probably the only time I use the backyard pool the 365 days we keep it running in a year) and had 3 make-up piano lessons. Sure, I knew that once school started I'd be hard pressed to have any more free time, but it didn't stop me from allocating some of it in August. I slept in 6 days out of 7, the seventh being Sunday mornings, when I would volunteer at Los Robles.
The Saturday before registration my parents held a small bbq get-together for some other parents and friends. We had a sumptious dinner out in the backyard and I chatted incessantly with my friends. Later we played Cranium and Twister. Classics. We had a wonderful time.
So when I went to Registration (long waiting lines, the usual procedure) it didn't feel as if a summer had passed when I met my friends there again. I'd been two worlds away this summer, and yet little has changed in the faces of people I knew.
My schedule of classes (after numerous visits to the Counseling Office):
1. Gov/Econ AP
2. Comp Sci AP
3. English IV AP
4. Studio Art AP
5. Calc BC AP
6. Physics AP
The full plate. Oh joy.
Though I keep insisting that I lack the mental maturity of a senior, I did notice how familiar the school has become...and how mediocre. Walking around on campus, I can't help but notice how seldom I see my fellow AP classmates. For the first time, I thought it'd be nice to be somewhere else, somewhere new and more intellectually stimulating...well, college, I suppose.
I think I'll very much like going to college.
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