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Another one of my endless reflections about the peculiarities of life. Today, how time flies. I barely remember freshman and sophomore years of high school, and junior year is even getting a little hazy now. I remember some things, like not being able to find homeroom on the first day of freshman year, some days in Mr. Izard's stonerized West Civ class (we didn't do anything there), some bad experiences from French (every day), Mr. Hall's psycotic class, the whole time with me making comments about him (he caught on after a while).

And, how could I forget, FLAN. That has been my greatest class ever, everything about it was great, except that it ended. His love for us and our love for him is a very unusual thing, and we must cherish that. The debates that we had (when nobody would study for the quizzes and fail), with Krissy threatening Rew and Mark calling me a pinko commie. That was great. the study groups for the AP Test, the whole class was in it together, working for a common goal (to live to see the next day, oh wait, that was the SAT, so maybe not). Both classes going to lunch right after the test, breaking the rules of the all- powerful College Board by obscenely talking about the test, because we were veterans now and had to tell our war stories. Then, there was "Angst", the culmination of our entire year. It combined our new knowledge of history with our own stuff. The hours spent on that, me losing my voice, and Rew calling me "Harvey".

Lunch was also good for me. Me and Evie and Meg and Kelsey and Mario would have a wierd little dynamic going on. Meg and I would usually walk down together, and Kelsey and Mario would already be there. Evie would come in with some horror story from Abe's class, and we would all relate and joke about him and the lama and the nutmeg. Kelsey would cut her icecream cone and only eat from the cone down, and sometimes the knife would break. Then she would complain that she was cold the whole time (that, and marvelling at the trees). Then we would talk about something (usually perverse, thanks to Evie), and when things got uncomfortable, Meg would start to sing her own little song. Then the bell would ring, and we would proceed to class, walking down the second hallway to the rotunda, where we would leave Evie (after we would do our little dance). The three of us would walk up, with our "Twas", "Tis", "Twill be" thing.

My favorite thing was our daily morning gatherings at the lockers outside Flan's. We knew we were blocking everyone else, and felt guilty about it (maybe it was just me and my Jewish guilt), but we never moved. There was a festive mood there everyday. It always seemed to center on Rew's locker, but would break up into smaller groups. We would stand there and mill about for about 10 to 15 minutes, and then everyone would be gone.

Anyway, that's my little rant for this evening, I hope you enjoyed this nostalgic little thing I just did. Talk to you all soon.

"Angst"
Current Mood:
nostalgic nostalgic
Current Music:
Beatles
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On July 4th, 2005 04:16 am (UTC), rewstargazer commented:
That kinda made me want to cry. I dunno why. I think...the knowledge that only one more year of memories, and it's done. We're not just away on vacation next summer, we're off all over the country, starting our own lives, making new friends and then NMHS will be (what I can hardly now imagine it as) only a memory.
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On July 4th, 2005 01:27 pm (UTC), pippinsinger commented:
Hey now! That was ME with the nutmeg!

Oh, by the way, I finally saw Angst, and I was wondering when it was coming out in stores. I need a copy.
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On July 4th, 2005 05:10 pm (UTC), maxgray7 replied:
Talk to Rew
She owns the video and she was the director, while we were all making asses of ourselves.
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On July 4th, 2005 06:17 pm (UTC), pippinsinger replied:
Re: Talk to Rew
Oh. Okay, I'll just steal it from her, then.
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On July 4th, 2005 02:10 pm (UTC), shinko commented:
You know, even though I'm not in your year, I could still relate to most everything that you were talking about. I can hardly remember being freshmeat. I know that I had Mr. Cea as a math teacher (I remember this because I had him this year as well), Mr. Gillespie for West Civ (I remember this because he is my equivalent of Flan), and Mme. Polley for French. I know that I spent most of the year in a stagnant relationship and then had a messy break up, but that's about it. Oh yes, and I got lost everyday of the year. (I still get lost in our school and that worries me because I've been there for two years).

I don't even know that to say about lunch because it was one of the best times of my life, seriously. I would sit through Abe's class, enjoying his insanity, but also watching the clock over the door because I knew that as soon as that minute hand moved over far enough that I would be able to go hang out with you and the guys. (I will never ever never forget that story you told me about Abe and the other teacher, or the sound effects that you made for that matter). I loved our conversations. You know, most people will listen to me talk about Harry Potter or my other favorite topics, but they'd rather talk about something else. You and the guys actually joined in on my conversations and didn't give a damn if it was about gay porn or mitochondria. I can't tell you how much that meant to me.

I felt bad about the lockers too, maybe next year we can all congregate in the area around Krissy and my lockers, or even the drinking fountain. If we gathered at the drinking fountain the only people we would be pissing off would be the people who want an early morning drink of bad water. But still, the mornings at the lockers was what actually made me drag myself from my bed. After I had seen all of you, let the day have at me, but only after I had those fifteen minutes.

Writing this is making me think of school and how I haven't seen you all in weeks and it's quite angsty, let me tell you. We should have another party in Meg's basement, because if the first one was anything to judge by, it t'will be amazing. We should bring a video camera too and catch it all on film, because we are pretty damn funny.
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On July 4th, 2005 05:09 pm (UTC), maxgray7 replied:
Yep
Well, we're moving into Meg's basement, right? She's away anyway, she won't mind. If that was on videotape, people would definitely think we are major stoners (that, and "Angst").
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