Every Tuesday and Thursday mornings I wake up at 5:15am. I pick up my friend down the street by 5:45 and by 6:20 we are at school. It takes us 13 minutes to walk all the way up to the practice room or chapel (I timed it), and by then we are 3 minutes late. However, at most there are 2 other people there before us, and we end up sitting around for a good 10 minutes. Finally when there is a decent amount of girls there, we start our dance practice. We hear the same song over and over coming from a tiny ipod speaker system. The room is hot. We are on the verge of breaking out into a sweat. We sing along with the recording to pass the time and practice our 4 part harmonies, but it never works. We dance. No, we flop around, eyes half open, giggling whenever someone messes up. After a month of doing this twice a week, you'd think we'd be used to this, but no, we are not. We are not used to this, but we are ready.
6:30am practices. Because of that pain in the neck, graduation better be spectacular.
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
She works hard for the money, so hard for it, honey
I am looking for a job. The thing is, I am really picky. Reeeeeally picky. I don't want to work with food, so restaurants and food services are out. I don't want to work behind a desk, so secretary work is out. I don't particularly want to work at a mall because I'd end up spending more money than I'd be making, so the mall is out as well. It is also too late to try to get a job at school, so what do I have left?
I tried getting a job at the preschool down the street from my house, but they only take volunteers, which I have learned is the same for many other schools and even the public library.
About a month aqo I quit my job at a shave ice shop. I mean, I loved what I did and the fact that it was right down the street, but I really had a hard time with my boss. She was nice, but she was really naggy. Multiple times she called me during class to ask if I could start early. It didn't matter to her whether I had class or not. She just didn't get it, so I quit. Now, although I know I will miss making free shave ice and bubble drinks for myself, I am definitly ready for a new job.
I tried getting a job at the preschool down the street from my house, but they only take volunteers, which I have learned is the same for many other schools and even the public library.
About a month aqo I quit my job at a shave ice shop. I mean, I loved what I did and the fact that it was right down the street, but I really had a hard time with my boss. She was nice, but she was really naggy. Multiple times she called me during class to ask if I could start early. It didn't matter to her whether I had class or not. She just didn't get it, so I quit. Now, although I know I will miss making free shave ice and bubble drinks for myself, I am definitly ready for a new job.
Holoku Rant
Holoku this year was really disappointing. I danced in both senior select and samoan, and both of them didn't meet my expectations. Last year's senior select and samoan dances were really good, so I was ecpecting the same this year, but I was very disappointed.
For the senior select dance we looked good in our dresses and leis, but after watching the video, we look very sloppy and unrehearsed. It was embarrassing. Especially with such a prestigous dance with high expectations, it looked as if we didn't mee the standards. When I was watching the video, I noticed that our lines were all crooked and when the camera zoomed in on a particular girl, she messed up and laughed about it right when the camera was on her. Talk about embarrassing.
The samoan dance was also very disappointing because this year many people dropped out throughout the many saturday practices. There were so little dancers that it sounded and looked weak. Also, many dancers went to all of the practices so they didn't know some of the choreography while they were dancing in front of two large audiences.
Overall, Holoku this year wasn't very memorable. Truthfully, it felt more like a waste of time than a last dance at school which I wanted it to feel like.
For the senior select dance we looked good in our dresses and leis, but after watching the video, we look very sloppy and unrehearsed. It was embarrassing. Especially with such a prestigous dance with high expectations, it looked as if we didn't mee the standards. When I was watching the video, I noticed that our lines were all crooked and when the camera zoomed in on a particular girl, she messed up and laughed about it right when the camera was on her. Talk about embarrassing.
The samoan dance was also very disappointing because this year many people dropped out throughout the many saturday practices. There were so little dancers that it sounded and looked weak. Also, many dancers went to all of the practices so they didn't know some of the choreography while they were dancing in front of two large audiences.
Overall, Holoku this year wasn't very memorable. Truthfully, it felt more like a waste of time than a last dance at school which I wanted it to feel like.
Tuesday, May 1, 2007
what? no air conditioning?!
As I'm sitting here in class, I just had a conversation about public schools with the people sitting next to me. It really struck me when one of them was really worried and distraught when they heard that the public school they're taking their SAT test at might not have air conditioned rooms. It was a little shocking to see how much they cared about how hot or cold the room is when they take their test. I guess if you've been at this school for such a long time, you can't imagine walking into a hot classroom with only two ceiling fans set on low to cool the room, but I went to a public elementary school, so I can really tell the difference between the types of students that go to private or public schools.
You could call us private school students stuck up, and go right ahead because we pretty much are compared to public school students. And public school students are more...laidback? I hate to admit it, but the stereotypes given to both private and public school students are pretty much accurate.
You could call us private school students stuck up, and go right ahead because we pretty much are compared to public school students. And public school students are more...laidback? I hate to admit it, but the stereotypes given to both private and public school students are pretty much accurate.
superawesome
It's hard to believe that prom is over. I remember making a countdown in my planner, counting down the days until prom and graduation, and now, 80-something days later, it's over.
All I know is that it went by way too fast. From when I was picked up at 4:00 until I went home at 11 the next morning, it seemed as if the actual 19 hours went by in about 5. Time really does fly by when you're having a good time. Spending time with some of my closest friends was a great way to spend my senior prom. It just made me think that now that prom is over, there is less than a month left of school - 18 days to be exact.
That night I didn't sleep at all. 4 people were packed in each bed and someone was on the floor and another in the closet (don't ask). I was at the edge of a bed, so it was really hard to stay on. One by one someone would fall asleep just before the sky brightened a little around 4am. All except for me. Thankfully one of my friends who fell asleep the earliest woke up and we sat on the balcony for an hour talking. It was sort of reflective because the both of us couldn't believe prom was over and that we're getting so close to graduation. Although we would really want to just graduate and go to college already, we were talking about how it is going to be really hard separating from all of our friends. It was such a comforting feeling to know that a bunch of my best friends were all together that night, but bittersweet thinking that we were nearing the "lasts" of everything.
But knowing that this is our last chance to squeeze in every bit of fun we could possibly have, we still have senior skip day, baccalaureate, commencement, and the whole summer to enjoy before we get sad and separate. Prom was a nice way to kick off the beginning of the hectic last month of a senior.
Prom was superawesome and the next few months are going to be superawesome as well.
All I know is that it went by way too fast. From when I was picked up at 4:00 until I went home at 11 the next morning, it seemed as if the actual 19 hours went by in about 5. Time really does fly by when you're having a good time. Spending time with some of my closest friends was a great way to spend my senior prom. It just made me think that now that prom is over, there is less than a month left of school - 18 days to be exact.
That night I didn't sleep at all. 4 people were packed in each bed and someone was on the floor and another in the closet (don't ask). I was at the edge of a bed, so it was really hard to stay on. One by one someone would fall asleep just before the sky brightened a little around 4am. All except for me. Thankfully one of my friends who fell asleep the earliest woke up and we sat on the balcony for an hour talking. It was sort of reflective because the both of us couldn't believe prom was over and that we're getting so close to graduation. Although we would really want to just graduate and go to college already, we were talking about how it is going to be really hard separating from all of our friends. It was such a comforting feeling to know that a bunch of my best friends were all together that night, but bittersweet thinking that we were nearing the "lasts" of everything.
But knowing that this is our last chance to squeeze in every bit of fun we could possibly have, we still have senior skip day, baccalaureate, commencement, and the whole summer to enjoy before we get sad and separate. Prom was a nice way to kick off the beginning of the hectic last month of a senior.
Prom was superawesome and the next few months are going to be superawesome as well.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
I heard they call water fountains bubblas
It's true. In Boston they call water fountains bubblas.
This past spring break was hands down the best spring break of my life. Six of my best friends (all who are graduated last year) bought me a trip to Boston and New York. It was my early graduation present from them, and it was the absolute best present ever. They knew I applied to some east coast schools, so they took me college touring and sightseeing.
The first thing I noticed in Boston was how different the people were, and I don't mean race. I'm talking about manners. Don't get me wrong, I loved the city, but the people there were so mean! One morning we were waiting in line to get breakfast and the lady in front of us asked for a sandwich without the bun. The man behind the counter, the manager might I add, asked her why she didn't want the bun. It wasn't just a "why?" but more of a "WHY???" Yes, it is a little strange, but especially as the manager, you are not supposed to treat a customer like that. They ended up arguing over a stupid bun for a while and we didn't know whether to leave or not.
Another thing I noticed about east coasters is that they do not care about crosswalk signals at all. They don't just jaywalk, but they jaywalk diagonally! I couldn't do that. I thought I'd get "bachi" for jaywalking so I was pretty much the only one paying attention to the crosswalk signals.
By the end of my trip, I had mixed feelings about the east coast. I loved the city a lot, but the people really made me feel unsafe and always on guard. Everyone was in a hurry to get somewhere and just pushed through the crowd. I could never do that.
This past spring break was hands down the best spring break of my life. Six of my best friends (all who are graduated last year) bought me a trip to Boston and New York. It was my early graduation present from them, and it was the absolute best present ever. They knew I applied to some east coast schools, so they took me college touring and sightseeing.
The first thing I noticed in Boston was how different the people were, and I don't mean race. I'm talking about manners. Don't get me wrong, I loved the city, but the people there were so mean! One morning we were waiting in line to get breakfast and the lady in front of us asked for a sandwich without the bun. The man behind the counter, the manager might I add, asked her why she didn't want the bun. It wasn't just a "why?" but more of a "WHY???" Yes, it is a little strange, but especially as the manager, you are not supposed to treat a customer like that. They ended up arguing over a stupid bun for a while and we didn't know whether to leave or not.
Another thing I noticed about east coasters is that they do not care about crosswalk signals at all. They don't just jaywalk, but they jaywalk diagonally! I couldn't do that. I thought I'd get "bachi" for jaywalking so I was pretty much the only one paying attention to the crosswalk signals.
By the end of my trip, I had mixed feelings about the east coast. I loved the city a lot, but the people really made me feel unsafe and always on guard. Everyone was in a hurry to get somewhere and just pushed through the crowd. I could never do that.
"Are some things meant to be?"
"Let's say God puts two people on earth and they are lucky enough to find one another, but one of them gets hit by lightening, well then what? Is that it? Or perchance you meet someone new and marry them all over again. Is that the person you're supposed to be with, or was it the first? And if so, when the two of them are walking side by side, were they both the one for you and you just happened to meet the first one first, or was the second one supposed to be first? And is everything chance? Or are some things meant to be?"
I don't remember where this is from, but i found it on a document of a bunch of quotes I keep on my computer. It made me think about college.
I was extremely upset when I didn't get into my first choice college, so I ended up somewhat "settling" on where I plan to go now. I mean, I don't mind and I'm happy that I didn't really have to make a big decision, but at the same time, there will always be that "what if?" and "if only..." in the back of my mind.
I already knew from the size of the envelope that I didn't get into my first choice school. I didn't think I would get that upset about not getting in, but I guess it meant more to me than I thought. I cried, I complained, I was a grumpy pain in the ass for the next couple days. But after I got over it a little (still a little upset), I wondered if this is what is supposed to happen. Maybe something spectacular will happen to me because I didn't get in. Maybe I will become more successful at the school I decided to go to instead. But it's hard to think about that when the future is so far away. So until then, I will still be wondering "what if?"
I don't remember where this is from, but i found it on a document of a bunch of quotes I keep on my computer. It made me think about college.
I was extremely upset when I didn't get into my first choice college, so I ended up somewhat "settling" on where I plan to go now. I mean, I don't mind and I'm happy that I didn't really have to make a big decision, but at the same time, there will always be that "what if?" and "if only..." in the back of my mind.
I already knew from the size of the envelope that I didn't get into my first choice school. I didn't think I would get that upset about not getting in, but I guess it meant more to me than I thought. I cried, I complained, I was a grumpy pain in the ass for the next couple days. But after I got over it a little (still a little upset), I wondered if this is what is supposed to happen. Maybe something spectacular will happen to me because I didn't get in. Maybe I will become more successful at the school I decided to go to instead. But it's hard to think about that when the future is so far away. So until then, I will still be wondering "what if?"
Wednesday, March 7, 2007
dreams and a big bowl of steak
I had a stranger- than-strange dream. I don't usually remember my dreams, but this one was too outrageous to forget.
It started with me going to my friend's house after a night of newspaper layout. I stepped into her house, which was actually a tiny kitchen in a hut, and walked a couple feet, just to bang into the oven.
"How do you like your steak done, hmm?" her mom asked me, stepping from around the corner with her yellow labrador. "Whoa, I thought you were dead!" I said to the dog. In my dream I guess it wasn't weird for me to be talking to a dog. He was bigger than ever - practically a horse. He just handed me a big bowl of steak - one of those bowls you fill with popcorn on a rainy Friday night as you watch Jerry MaGuire for the 58th time.
Standing there with my bowl of steak, her mom yelled from the other room (yeah, she was just standing next to me, then boom, she was in another room...er...hut), "It's time to go to the shrine!" WHAT???
Next thing I know, we're all in the car, but everyone (my friend, her mom, her little brother, and the dog) sat in the front seat, except me and my bowl of steak. The only reason I was at her house was to pick up my car, and now we were going to a shrine. Great.
That's where my dream ended.
This really strange dream made me wonder if it all meant something. Did my friend's dog coming back to life mean something? Did the big bowl of steak mean something? Probably, but whatever it means is too far out for me. Supposedly dreams are supposed to mean something, but I'm really not sure. I decided to consult an online dream interpretor too see what my dream might have really been about. This is what I got...
To see cooked meat in you dream, denotes that you will see others obtain the object for which you have been striving for.
To see or make a shrine in your dream, indicates that you are putting too much of your energy into one element of your life.
To see a dog in your dream, indicate a skill that you have ignored or forgotten, but needs to be activated. Alternatively, dogs may symbolize intuition, loyalty, generosity, protection, and fidelity. Your own values and intentions will enable you to go forward in the world and succeed.
If the dog is dead or dying, then it indicates a loss of a good friend. Alternatively, it represents a deterioration of your instincts.
That didn't help. I don't feel ignored, my instincts are just fine, and I didn't lose a good friend. Dreams, to me, seem to be the things you don't have enough time to think about during the day when you're awake, so when you dream as you sleep, even the things of little significance get mushed together with everything else you haven't had enough time to think about, producing a feature film inside your head. I've come to the conclusion that although dreams may have hidden meanings, they are self-provided entertainment.
It started with me going to my friend's house after a night of newspaper layout. I stepped into her house, which was actually a tiny kitchen in a hut, and walked a couple feet, just to bang into the oven.
"How do you like your steak done, hmm?" her mom asked me, stepping from around the corner with her yellow labrador. "Whoa, I thought you were dead!" I said to the dog. In my dream I guess it wasn't weird for me to be talking to a dog. He was bigger than ever - practically a horse. He just handed me a big bowl of steak - one of those bowls you fill with popcorn on a rainy Friday night as you watch Jerry MaGuire for the 58th time.
Standing there with my bowl of steak, her mom yelled from the other room (yeah, she was just standing next to me, then boom, she was in another room...er...hut), "It's time to go to the shrine!" WHAT???
Next thing I know, we're all in the car, but everyone (my friend, her mom, her little brother, and the dog) sat in the front seat, except me and my bowl of steak. The only reason I was at her house was to pick up my car, and now we were going to a shrine. Great.
That's where my dream ended.
This really strange dream made me wonder if it all meant something. Did my friend's dog coming back to life mean something? Did the big bowl of steak mean something? Probably, but whatever it means is too far out for me. Supposedly dreams are supposed to mean something, but I'm really not sure. I decided to consult an online dream interpretor too see what my dream might have really been about. This is what I got...
To see cooked meat in you dream, denotes that you will see others obtain the object for which you have been striving for.
To see or make a shrine in your dream, indicates that you are putting too much of your energy into one element of your life.
To see a dog in your dream, indicate a skill that you have ignored or forgotten, but needs to be activated. Alternatively, dogs may symbolize intuition, loyalty, generosity, protection, and fidelity. Your own values and intentions will enable you to go forward in the world and succeed.
If the dog is dead or dying, then it indicates a loss of a good friend. Alternatively, it represents a deterioration of your instincts.
That didn't help. I don't feel ignored, my instincts are just fine, and I didn't lose a good friend. Dreams, to me, seem to be the things you don't have enough time to think about during the day when you're awake, so when you dream as you sleep, even the things of little significance get mushed together with everything else you haven't had enough time to think about, producing a feature film inside your head. I've come to the conclusion that although dreams may have hidden meanings, they are self-provided entertainment.
Tuesday, March 6, 2007
no way, old man.
Last weekend I went prom dress shopping with my mom. We went everywhere, including this little dinky brial shop called Princess Brides by Ala Moana.
So my mom and I walk in and the first thing I notice is the odd dog barking from under the dress racks. Who in their right mind would let a dog loose in a store full of expensive dresses? Anyway, as my mom and I were browsing the racks of what looked like figure skating attire rather than prom dresses, an older man, I'd say at least 64, turned the corner to stand right in front of me. I said "excuse me" so I could continue looking for a decent dress, but he didn't move. So I looked up at his unshaven, shaky like Parkinson's face. He held up a dress too ugly to even be called a dress. It was the color of algae growing on the side of my hairdresser's fish tank with a layer of stiff black fishnet over it. It was bad. He firmly said, "Try it on" and I politely refused. However, he shoved it in my face and insisted I try it on. I kept saying no and he kept demanding. I got so fed up I took it in the dressing room, sat on the stool for 5 minutes, and came out to tell him it sucked. But when I came out, he yelled at me. "Why didn't you show me what it looked like on you, huh? WHY?" Geez mister, calm down. I was really irritated by then. I said to him that the dress was REALLY UGLY AND I DON'T LIKE IT. Of course this made him mad. So he pulled out another dress that was actually worse than the first one. He had outdone himself - he found an even uglier dress. This time the dress looked like a jail uniform, with thick vertical black and white stripes and it flared out only to one side. SO BAD. SO SO SO SO BAD. NO WAY, OLD MAN. He stood there, blocking the door, with the dress in his hand. "You don't know good taste," he scolded me. "I've been in this business for 500 years (it wasn't really 500 years, but it might as well have been) and I know what I'm talking about. You don't." I was pissed. Pissed-er than pissed. "IT'S UGLY" was all I could say. Not being able to get out of the store and wanting to kick the man so badly, I didn't know what to do. So what did I do? I cried. But nooooooo, mister old man still wouldn't let us out. I was seriously "all up in his face." But after another good 10 minutes of sobbing and yelling and hideous dresses, I managed to get out of there. Princess Brides: BEWARE.
So my mom and I walk in and the first thing I notice is the odd dog barking from under the dress racks. Who in their right mind would let a dog loose in a store full of expensive dresses? Anyway, as my mom and I were browsing the racks of what looked like figure skating attire rather than prom dresses, an older man, I'd say at least 64, turned the corner to stand right in front of me. I said "excuse me" so I could continue looking for a decent dress, but he didn't move. So I looked up at his unshaven, shaky like Parkinson's face. He held up a dress too ugly to even be called a dress. It was the color of algae growing on the side of my hairdresser's fish tank with a layer of stiff black fishnet over it. It was bad. He firmly said, "Try it on" and I politely refused. However, he shoved it in my face and insisted I try it on. I kept saying no and he kept demanding. I got so fed up I took it in the dressing room, sat on the stool for 5 minutes, and came out to tell him it sucked. But when I came out, he yelled at me. "Why didn't you show me what it looked like on you, huh? WHY?" Geez mister, calm down. I was really irritated by then. I said to him that the dress was REALLY UGLY AND I DON'T LIKE IT. Of course this made him mad. So he pulled out another dress that was actually worse than the first one. He had outdone himself - he found an even uglier dress. This time the dress looked like a jail uniform, with thick vertical black and white stripes and it flared out only to one side. SO BAD. SO SO SO SO BAD. NO WAY, OLD MAN. He stood there, blocking the door, with the dress in his hand. "You don't know good taste," he scolded me. "I've been in this business for 500 years (it wasn't really 500 years, but it might as well have been) and I know what I'm talking about. You don't." I was pissed. Pissed-er than pissed. "IT'S UGLY" was all I could say. Not being able to get out of the store and wanting to kick the man so badly, I didn't know what to do. So what did I do? I cried. But nooooooo, mister old man still wouldn't let us out. I was seriously "all up in his face." But after another good 10 minutes of sobbing and yelling and hideous dresses, I managed to get out of there. Princess Brides: BEWARE.
Part 2: Let it sink in.
I'm still thinking about my last post.
As we get closer and closer to the end of school, I’ve been having those types of conversations more and more. I’m really not sure how I feel about it. It, meaning graduation. I want school to be over, that’s for sure, but I really don’t want to leave the people. It’s crazy to think that in 88 days, we’ll be graduating, freaking GRADUATING.
Let that sink in a bit.
11 days until spring break
53 days until prom
80 days until senior skip day (also my birthday)
88 days until graduation
whoa baby.
As we get closer and closer to the end of school, I’ve been having those types of conversations more and more. I’m really not sure how I feel about it. It, meaning graduation. I want school to be over, that’s for sure, but I really don’t want to leave the people. It’s crazy to think that in 88 days, we’ll be graduating, freaking GRADUATING.
Let that sink in a bit.
11 days until spring break
53 days until prom
80 days until senior skip day (also my birthday)
88 days until graduation
whoa baby.
...but you can't help it.
Tonight i was talking on AIM (yes, instead of doing homework - I have a math test and these journal entries due tomorrow) and one of my freshman friends IMed me. I haven't talked to him for a while, so I was surprised when the window popped up and I saw his screenname. This is some of the stuff we talked about...
(For privacy, I didn't use our real screennames)
EL: this sucks
EL: everyone is leaving
EL: this year was by far the best ever
KG: yeah
EL: no more ghost stories
KG: nah we'll come to visit
EL: but how
EL: you'd be in college
EL: and i like being the new person making friends with older people
EL: u guys are awesome
EL: it's too bad you're leaving already
EL: right now to be honest
EL: i might sound like a loser but i feel like this year was the best ever at least first semester i had so much fun because of the friends i made and i don't want to see that go
EL: it's hitting me pretty hard
KG: you're telling me
EL: like i never would have suspected it
KG: yeah its coming down to the last of everything
EL: idk i guess i just loved this year so much i don't wanna see it go
EL: but if i were u i'd be excited
EL: cuz yur going to new school
EL: new friends
KG: thats what so scary though
KG: everything new
EL: but it'll be exciting at least
EL: and even when u go away...we're still back here waiting for u to visit
KG: thats another thing though
KG: its just a visit
KG: it wont ever be the same like "hey lets go out tonight"
EL: actually yea thats really true i see it happening with my brother and sister
EL: but it's not like you're leaving for good
KG: yeah
KG: i noticed though that with my friends that left last year, lots of them drifted
EL: i can predict the future
EL: after my sophmore year
EL: u guys will begin to "drift away" from us more and more
KG: guarantee there will be some drift with everyone, but i think theres just a few in every grade i know ill keep an eye out for
EL: but there's not much to talk about
EL: kinda know waht i mean??
KG: yeah
KG: after the "so whats new in your life?" theres not much to talk about
KG: but with good friends you always find something
EL: but it's sad to see friendship slowly start to go away
EL: but u can't help it
This boy is like my baby. Seriously, I'd protect him like my own brother (maybe even more considering my brother and I don't really talk). Anyway, after he told me he doesn't want this school year to end and for us to go away, I realized that I'll have to leave him and everyone else back home. Even the other graduating seniors will be left in the past. There's no escaping it and I'm not ready.
(For privacy, I didn't use our real screennames)
EL: this sucks
EL: everyone is leaving
EL: this year was by far the best ever
KG: yeah
EL: no more ghost stories
KG: nah we'll come to visit
EL: but how
EL: you'd be in college
EL: and i like being the new person making friends with older people
EL: u guys are awesome
EL: it's too bad you're leaving already
EL: right now to be honest
EL: i might sound like a loser but i feel like this year was the best ever at least first semester i had so much fun because of the friends i made and i don't want to see that go
EL: it's hitting me pretty hard
KG: you're telling me
EL: like i never would have suspected it
KG: yeah its coming down to the last of everything
EL: idk i guess i just loved this year so much i don't wanna see it go
EL: but if i were u i'd be excited
EL: cuz yur going to new school
EL: new friends
KG: thats what so scary though
KG: everything new
EL: but it'll be exciting at least
EL: and even when u go away...we're still back here waiting for u to visit
KG: thats another thing though
KG: its just a visit
KG: it wont ever be the same like "hey lets go out tonight"
EL: actually yea thats really true i see it happening with my brother and sister
EL: but it's not like you're leaving for good
KG: yeah
KG: i noticed though that with my friends that left last year, lots of them drifted
EL: i can predict the future
EL: after my sophmore year
EL: u guys will begin to "drift away" from us more and more
KG: guarantee there will be some drift with everyone, but i think theres just a few in every grade i know ill keep an eye out for
EL: but there's not much to talk about
EL: kinda know waht i mean??
KG: yeah
KG: after the "so whats new in your life?" theres not much to talk about
KG: but with good friends you always find something
EL: but it's sad to see friendship slowly start to go away
EL: but u can't help it
This boy is like my baby. Seriously, I'd protect him like my own brother (maybe even more considering my brother and I don't really talk). Anyway, after he told me he doesn't want this school year to end and for us to go away, I realized that I'll have to leave him and everyone else back home. Even the other graduating seniors will be left in the past. There's no escaping it and I'm not ready.
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