Freshman Year

Just some memories :]


English -- I remember the teacher being moody and not liking me a lot. She thought I was a super conservative spoiled rich little white girl. But that's where I met Laurissa which makes the mood swings more than worth it, she's awesome and I always love talking to her because she has such an incredible perspective on life and lots of other things, she is always teaching me something new about the world, other people, and often times myself. Random memories -- on the day of silence, this one guy kept calling me a gay-lover and going around telling people I supported gays; and I accidentally talked, and I still remember him saying "see, you can't do it anyway; why don't you just give up now?" I can't forget that. Maybe I was just sensitive, but my eyes welled up a little, and I had a sinking feeling that I'd failed. But at that same instant, a girl standing next to him to him to straight up shut it and turned to me and said "it's fine". I can't really explain why this meant so much to me, but it did, so so much, and it is another thing I will never forget.

Spanish -- I had a crush on probably every guy in there at one point or another. Random memory: the day after an academic team match profe asked me in front of the whole class to spell the third person past tense of some verb, and I couldn't do it because I didn't know what third person meant, and she proceeded to announce that I was on the academic team, missed probably the easiest Spanish question possible, and we'd lost. I also couldn't translate "deaf". Still can't.

Math -- Coe. Pretty much says it all. She degraded me, called me stupid, said I didn't belong in that class, said I was a failure, and I almost let her convince me of what she was saying. Thank God I had the confidence to recognize that I was better than that and get out. I would alternate between getting a high C on a test to getting over a perfect score, averaging to a high B/low A. I got the A, and I worked my butt off for every ouce of it. "Do you see?" "Cal-CUH-later" But I changed teachers. Thank God for Mrs. S. She saved me from giving up on myself in math. I still remember getting perfect score after perfect score and feeling so accomplished and proud. I remember flirting with the guys I sat next to, and feeling sorry for the one I sat behind casue the guy in front of him was a real jerk. I wish I'd had more courage and had stood up to him. I remember that the teacher wrote in my yearbook that she was worried when I first entered her class that I was blaming someone else for my lack of knowledge, but that I had certainly proved her wrong. And that she approved of my husband. She's the one who decided David and I are married. We were bickering about something and she asked is if we knew we acted like we were married and it just sorta evolved from there. It's also where I got the nickname Senora Ahh-Day-Hey-Day when David and I were working during tutorial and I was suddenly more than excited when I realized that we both had purple pencils and yelled out "PURPLE!". Yeah...

Biology -- Ashley. Similar scene to child psych with the jumping and hugging and all. On Halloween I'd gone to Ashley's house to go trick-or-treating and I wanted to wear a toga, but once I put a wreath on my head and a belt around my waist, and with my hair, I looked like Jesus. I remember how all the lights except for the one right above me went off at once and I remember saying "wow, I really am Jesus" and laughing until it hurt. I remeber her metaphor for genes being like a pair a shoes. And those God forsaken marigras beads. I still remember Mike saying "just whatever you do, don't look at the beads, and you'll be fine." I remember that Kinky People Come Over For Good...Spaghetti. And that Mrs. S is frieghteningly good at tying knots in wet plastic things.

World cultures -- I. Hated. This. Class. It was boring, and redundant, and tedious, and technical, and I learned nothing. But I had a heck of a time plannign T-T-K day with the people I sat with. I remember she would go on rants about how long of showers people took. Her TA was pretty funny, you could hardly see his face cause his hair was always in the way. He was really sarcastic, and would just sit there and read the newspaper giving us a play-by-play stream of consciousness commentary of whatever he was reading, even in the middle of a lesson.

Child psych -- I still remember walking up to the door first period on the first day of school, and hearing a familiar voice inside the building. I opened the door and Ashley was standing there with her back turned to me. "Ashley?" "Yeah" "Ohmigosh!" followed by screaming and hugging and jumping up and down like none other. It was the first class we had together since fourth grade. That class had more busy work than I thought possible. We to a shite load of notes and always had a ton of bookwork and had to bring in current event articles, and always had random little projects like a development timeline of my life and baby diaries. They seriously should rename it like BSing 101, that's really where I learned to 'write'. We were like a family in that class. And Mrs. G always seemed like she was on some sort of trip cause she'd stand there and talk with her eyes closed, smacking her gum. And Felicity, she was so sweet. The Football game with her and Fernando was pretty crazy. She was named Felicity because when she was born and the doctor smacked her, she laughed. And that stupid effing fake baby project. I took it over a long weekend and the substitute accidentally set it on the difficult level, so I filled almost three pages front and back logging each time I had to care for it. My mom kicked me out it was so loud. I went to Ashley's and slept in the music room cause it's sound proof. Ironically, my mom dropped the baby's neck and patted to too hard that the internal computer recorded abuse, neglect, and shaken baby syndrome. My baby's name was Alejandro. And Ashley and I tried to get into the Parent Movie Morning down at the movie theatre; the wouldn't let me in. Taking him to soccer practice/game was fun. (not). I remember the Teen Parent Center. Those girls were all so sweet, and I really admired the effort they were making to be good mothers and still graduate.

PE -- Always Remember (when you make your mark on the world, watch out for people with erasers. excuses are like sewers, every street has one and they all stink, if you remember any more, please write me). Loved swim. Fell and skinned my leg all too often. Constantly switched locks with Jenn and Cassie cause this crazy girl next to us figured out Jenn's combination and stole her shirt.

I didn't make P.C. That was pretty much devastating at the time. I remember asking the coordinator why, she looked at notes from the interview and said that I was "bossy" "arrogant" and "rude" (something I will never forget)

I didn't make the soccer team. But the coach told me I had the best attitude, the greatest desire, and the strongest heart out of the whole group. That was upsetting too. (Again, unforgettable)

I found out one of my best friends was gay.

It was my first outdoor soccer season forever. I love soccer and the people I have met throught it (Emz and Cara, to name a couple), and will always be grateful that Cassie, Jenn, and Julie encouraged me to play.