Ruthful137

For such a time as this...
2003-02-19 04:19:05 (UTC)

Intimidation inschmidation...

I must admit. The intimidation factor set in. Reading
Binky's diary (http://www.my-diary.org/read/?read=53831)
has made me feel like a pathetic, washed up, has-been.
Perhaps it's how the little rat teach guy on "Teenage
Mutant Ninja Turtles" felt when his little stumpy turtle
students were turning flips over his head. Well, if I
remember correctly, at some point or another little rat
man saves the turtles and proves his worthiness. I'll
keep trying, Bink.

Today was an amazing, wonderful, wonderful day. Sunshine
and warmth, both literally and figuratively. The weather
was beautiful (hehe, all you sad snowed-in people!) and i
shuffled around my day in my ripped up jeans and old
baseball shirt. So comfy. It was great. I think half
the joy comes from knowing my mom disappoves of holey
jeans. I usually dress so classically. it's a nice
change of pace. Besides, I have to keep representin' my
home, right Case?

Our little overthrow is continuing on by leaps and
bounds. Despite Bill Motaer missing our meeting, an
impromptu meeting with the LCI Director, Chris, proved to
be more than fruitful. I love how passionate I've become
over this project. I really feel like this is something I
can do to leave my mark on LFC and impact the community of
both the student body and Lake Forest as a city. Our next
step is a meeting with English Prof. Davis Schneidermann.
I'm a fan of this guy. He's brilliant.

Apparently, as I put as an away message yesterday, you CAN
fail a three page history paper. The beauty of it is that
so can your entire class. Now, the real question is not
whether forty something students deserve to fail but
rather, what the heck is the problem with a professor who
cannot convey the intention of his assignments any better
than that?!

Ooh! I almost forgot. Playwriting Class was truly
invigorating last night. I laughed and cried and analyzed
an dozed off... It was awesome. Our professor didn't
feel that we as a class were emotionally involved enough
in our pieces, so she assigned a monologue about something
that we regretted. I was pretty blunt. I wrote about
something that will always be a part of my life. I'm not
a shy writer, but I must admit I was shaking pretty good
when I got up to read mine. The response was so genuine.
Nearly everyone could relate on some scale. We all shared
and commented on my piece and told life stories. It was
so... real. For the first time in my life, I wasn't being
told to hide the things that hurt me under a basket when
writing for a class. I remember in Mrs. Estes' Freshman
English the three rules. No sex. No alcohol. No drugs.
Included under that umbrella was anything offensive or
controversial or, heck, even interesting.

For me, as in the newpaper thing, writing is a passion.
I'm not half as good as most the people I know, but it's
such a release-- such a blessing. Yeah, i'm turning all
sappy. I'm finished now.

Moving on...

Valentine's Day was a riot. I went to dinner with Amanda
and my parents. We went to the most un-couple-y place
possible so Amanda and I would not get the chance to
wallow in our lack of boyfriend-ness. I don't think I
cared so much about the lack of a date. When someone
truly has your attention, all that you miss on sappy
holidays is the hand to hold and the kisses. *sigh. Or
at least that's what Amanda and I attempted to convince
ourselves of. I'm not so sure it worked.

Man. Sappy again. Okay. Moving on again...

All the teen magazines with Prom craziness crack me up.
Buy a dress. Curl your hair. Add some lipgloss. Party.
It's not as complicated as it seems. Haha. This coming
from the girl who, senior year, bought THREE dresses
before Prom and who spent two hours crying over her hair.
God bless my sisters and their magic hair abilities :)

On that silly girly note, I'm off to bed. Sweet sleep,
all.

A




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