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| It's been about three weeks since I've been here, and I have to say, I'm still loving it.
Of course, there have been lots of awkward moments and many times where I kind of felt that I maybe kind of just didn't fit in all too well, but those times always pass.
My DOC Camping Trip was amazing. The people that I met, slept with (literally) under the stars, and sweated with as we hiked 20 miles of the Appalachian Trail over five days are people that I will cherish forever. Spending the last night in the famous LODJ (Lodge) that Dartmouth operates made it all the better. We have an unprecedented amount of inside jokes from within our nine people and I love them all to death.
My floormates are pretty awesome. I obviously have had the fortune of living in the best dorm on campus, which is Fahey-Mclane, right in the center of campus and it is completely new. I have my own room which is connected to my roommate's room and it is huge. I guess most of my closer friends come from my floor, and my closest friend so far lives right next to me!
The partying here is ridic. Four nights a week? Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday?!?! Frat parties are pretty sick and it's awesome that the frats are very friendly to the freshmen and anyone can go into any frat/sorority on a party night. Plus, we get Wale, Gym Class Heroes, Michael Posner (who I bumped into at SAE), Filligar, and Maino. All in one week. How sick is that?
But I guess most of all, Dartmouth is a very, very academic school. Every single one of my floormates, every friend I party with, always hits the books like mad when they're not partying, doing their extracurriculars. I always see people that I rage with on Saturday nights at the library the next morning. Hell, when you have about 400 pages to read every week, you have to spend that time. The classes are pretty intense, but the professors are disgustingly cool. My History 36 - The History of Healthcare in America is taught by the former surgeon general (C. Everett Koop)'s son, Allen Koop.
So do I love this place? Yes. Go Dartmouth Rugby!
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| When you can just sit and talk with friends at Jim's and at the playground of Holy Angels for six and a half hours without getting bored, then life is pretty good.
Thanks Dev, Hernie, MT, and Allen. You are all people that I can kind of talk to forever and never feel awkward or run out of things to say. I'll miss you guys so much.
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Rent (2005 Movie Soundtrack)
By Jonathan Larson, Rosario Dawson, Wilson Jermaine Heredia, Taye Diggs, Idina Menzel, Adam Pascal, Jesse L. Martin, Anthony Rapp, Tracie Thoms
Seasons of Love
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You've worked three hard years to become the masters, the senseis of Arcadia High. All you have ahead now is the rest of your life. Your time here is short.
So please, just enjoy it. Do your applications, do your homework, do your activities and whatever, but most of all, make some memories. Get close to your friends. Go out. Do some fun stuff.
Today, I stumbled upon an Arcadia Alumni group that had about 170 pictures up of the "old days." That will be us in a few years...reminiscing about the times we had, the life we lived, and the majestic bodies we once sculpted. We will lose our youthful beauty, we'll have kids, get jobs, but the best memories should never have to fade.
Take pictures and KNOW that this year is something special. KNOW that these moments are extraordinary...grown-up life always sucks more, or so it seems. Senior year is a time and a place that you will talk about for the rest of your life. So live free and seize the day.
"525,600 minutes. 525,600 moments so dear. How do you measure a year?" | | |
| Friends are a dime a dozen. (If they actually were, you owe me $7.18 according to Facebook). You can find them anywhere, and it really does not take that much time to become "friends" with someone. Really, an introduction, a mutual interest, and wham-bam you've got a Friend Request the following evening. Those people are really inconsequential.
Hell, even "good" friends aren't that hard to find...or more importantly, aren't that hard to lose. And when I say good friend, it means the person that's like a generic hip-hop song...you have fun with it for a few months and you never hear about it again. I mean, do you guys really still listen to "The Way I Are" or "In The Ayer"? I didn't think so. It's all about going "Down" or when "Love Knocks You Down." For now.
Same concept really. You kick it for a few months, a year tops, share some good memories, have your fun and then move on to the rest of your life. Not until today have I realized how many of these good friends I've gone through. I was deleting old and never-used screen names on my AIM screen-name and I just saw a whole host of xlilangels and/or aznmasta591 and/or lovablexgirliegirl and/or monsteraznxman (not real names, btw) that I had been close with...for a while.
So the question is this...do they really matter? Answer: To me, they do. They influence you for one period of time, so yes they do. Girl Number 1 helped me transition into high school and we had an awesome time in debate class in 7th grade. Dude Number 1 made Math Analysis fun and we had some good memories in basketball together. So they play a part in our lives, albeit a minor one. It's a compartmentalized friendship that is one-dimensional. Nonetheless, fun and memorable.
Ah, but the best friends, the true friends, the eternal friends. They aren't really people you get scared of losing in touch with because you know that you guys will stay in touch, no matter what. They've been through years with you and just kind of know you inside and out. Literally, they know what you're gonna say, and they know what you're thinking. One dimensional? Fuck, you've been to the Fourth Dimension with these fuckers. How can you even pick out one part in your life that they were in? If your high school life was a four-play act they were the narrator, lead, director, audience, and sometimes even the villain (if it got too boring or if they were just annoying that day).
So I guess the "good" friends just become irrelevant. They're the background actors in the play of your life. If it's a car scene in NY, they're just one of many, many yellow cabs. As I'm going off to college in about 12 days, I hope that I can find more leading actors/actresses in my life. If it's just background actors, then you are one lonely fuck. Walking the streets of NY with just cab drivers.
My leading men and women of high school, thank you. Take a bow. It's been a wonderful performance and hopefully you guys will want to be in my future productions. Come on, please? Meals provided, fyi. | | |
| Migrating to a Mac means lots of folder organizing, seeing as I've basically neglected to maintain any sort of structure to my Windows folders (hence, the reason for me getting a Macbook). That means lots of tedious dragging (and dropping), cutting (and pasting), looking (and reminiscing). As I spotted the silly Alma Mater Rendition video at Graduation floating aimlessly in the My Memories folder (why is not in the "Graduation" folder?), I decided to watch it to make sure it was the right video.
It was.
Was it that long ago that we cheered goodbye to our high school days? When we strutted around the campus like pompous Seniors? When we hung out in the parking lot to just...chill? When we slapped high-fives to the football team wishing them good luck for tonight's game? Wait no, I never did that. But now, only about two months after Graduation, it seems like we've all moved so far past high school. It is irrevocably a memory, a past lifestyle, a vestige of a life (long) past.
And that scares me. We're not exactly losing those four wonderful years (we always have pictures, videos, smells, mementos...and memories), but we certainly can never get them back. I'm not too enthused for another year of high school, but as I arrive at the precipice of college, I find myself afraid to leave high school truly behind.
I'm afraid to leave this lifestyle. These friends. This atmosphere. This home. This world. This bubble. This school. This city. This state.
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