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Memory is just another way of forgetting: You place a picture in your mind and the longer you entertain it, the further it pushes all other possible truths away.
As a class of 60 people, no matter how much we try to refute it, we are a tight-knit community. Being with almost the same 59 other people for the past 5 years, you develop a sort of bond, one that though you may try, can not be broken very easily.
We’ve been through everything imaginable. Starting from subbie year when the girl’s basketball team won no games and the guy’s basketball team was soon to be a role model for the rest of the school and set the record straight. From subbie year when we first met each other and made first impressions and it was shown that the guys and girls were going to have problems when they “ignored us and went for the upperclassmen”. We sang songs from commercials, we snubbed each other, we were bitches, we formed cliques that we claimed did not ever exist, we were loud and annoying, and we were just pre-teens in a high school surrounding. Then came freshmen year where we were kicked out of our little haven, and no matter how hard we tried to stay on the third floor, we had to move and develop a new sense of identity. We developed a few more friends, but once again we were still pre-teens in a high school community. Sophomore year we began to change and people began to realize problems and issues that were arising. The split between the boys and girls were made worse by the fact that the administration decided it was a problem that needed to be dealt with. Everyone argued and the word beef was beginning to be used to describe all of the issues and problems that happened between various people. The secret societies were being formed and backlashes were starting. Then came the year where all the change seemed to occur. People matured, some others began to look different (hotter if you must), and high school really began to hit. Instead of being pre-teens, we became full-fledged high school students. Junior year was where all the stress hit and everyone started to form their own identity. College work began to hit and of course tensions ran high, and by the end of the year everyone was just glad that they only had one more year left. But the important thing was that people began to realize what they wanted and maybe who they wanted to be. Then came this year, where after everyone realized this was the last year, people began to bond, they became more social (if you must) and started to get along (minus all the beef with Justin and various other people, though now people seem to be just forgetting, if not forgiving). The senior trip was amazing, Six Flags was incredible, all the parties and graduation parties and now this Rumpspringe or Sunday Brunch or whatever name you’d like to give it. Who would’ve thought that after all that beef and all the splits and all the talk about how our class was so disunified, that we would find time in our schedule to hang out with our class throughout the summer before we all left to our respective colleges. The past five years has been a movie in itself, and it we were to watch it again as spectators, it would’ve all seemed so surreal. Even as an actor or actress in it, everything seems so surreal and some events you really begin to question. Not only are the people incredible, but the things being said or the things being done that are just mind-blowing, all the secrets being kept or given away, the atmosphere, the drama of high school love, all the beef, all the little things really make a difference.
After graduation, after all the speeches and all the talking and all of the cards and all of the pictures, I realized how much I really cared about all the people and even UNI. Sure it’s a small school and you’re going to get annoyed with the people in it, but you start to realize that you can only become disappointed or upset or annoyed with the people that you truly care about. Looking back on the five years I’ve realized that it’s not only the good times that shaped our class, but it definitely was also the bad times. You learn from the bad, and without everything horrible that’s happened to change one or two people, or one or two circumstances, no one would know where we would be right now. And when I look back on the past five years, I can’t say there are things that I would change about it. It’s all about the experience and the place where you end up, and right now I’m content about both. It’s had its ups and downs, but with just ups it would’ve been a ridiculously utopian and unreal experience, too perfect.
You can erase someone from your mind, getting them out of your heart is a different story.
No matter how hard I try I know that there is no way that this class, the people in it, the memories that I have, and my experience, will ever be forgotten. I’ll never forget it.
I can’t sum up the five years in a few thousand words, and millions of pictures won’t even describe it, all I know is that it was ridiculously incredible and 27.7 (repeating)% of my life at this moment, and it’s really heartbreaking to be leaving this experience (bittersweet, for the un-lack of a better word). I wanted to try to write something that would make our 5 years complete, to end it off right, but 1) I can’t find the words to say all of this, to share all of my memories and emotions that are attached to them and 2) I don’t want it to end, I want the friendships made and the memories created to keep on going. I don’t want it to be the end, and hopefully it won’t be. Many people say that this is a chapter of my life, and they use the phrase, “And the book is closing” but a book isn’t just comprised of one chapter, in it contains 10, sometimes even 50 chapters, and there are also sequels and characters and circumstances always carry over. After you finish reading a book, things still continue, nothing is ever finite.
If you want to put it in calculus terms, ∫(the love I have for you guys)dx = infinite (where a=now and b=the future)
Or maybe, the limit as x approaches infinity of f(x) which is equal to the love I have for you guys is infinity.
Or maybe you want to put it into a rate changing word problem. Or perhaps a force problem?
I can do that.
In any way that you do this, mathematically or not, it just goes to say that I’m never going to forget any of this or any of you and I hope that you’re going to keep in touch.
I’m going to miss all of you guys so much
(while I’m off in China for this month, or next year while we’re in college.
I love to get texts, AIM messages, telephone calls, emails and of course letters.
And presents.
I love you.
♥
Much love
(as always and forever),
Julie Chen
These past few days have been insane, full of exciting parties and a lot of bonding and some annoyance. Thank you for everything. And I'm going to miss you guys so much when I'm off in China. Words will not and can not express.
Don't forget about me in these next 5 weeks.
♥
As a class of 60 people, no matter how much we try to refute it, we are a tight-knit community. Being with almost the same 59 other people for the past 5 years, you develop a sort of bond, one that though you may try, can not be broken very easily.
We’ve been through everything imaginable. Starting from subbie year when the girl’s basketball team won no games and the guy’s basketball team was soon to be a role model for the rest of the school and set the record straight. From subbie year when we first met each other and made first impressions and it was shown that the guys and girls were going to have problems when they “ignored us and went for the upperclassmen”. We sang songs from commercials, we snubbed each other, we were bitches, we formed cliques that we claimed did not ever exist, we were loud and annoying, and we were just pre-teens in a high school surrounding. Then came freshmen year where we were kicked out of our little haven, and no matter how hard we tried to stay on the third floor, we had to move and develop a new sense of identity. We developed a few more friends, but once again we were still pre-teens in a high school community. Sophomore year we began to change and people began to realize problems and issues that were arising. The split between the boys and girls were made worse by the fact that the administration decided it was a problem that needed to be dealt with. Everyone argued and the word beef was beginning to be used to describe all of the issues and problems that happened between various people. The secret societies were being formed and backlashes were starting. Then came the year where all the change seemed to occur. People matured, some others began to look different (hotter if you must), and high school really began to hit. Instead of being pre-teens, we became full-fledged high school students. Junior year was where all the stress hit and everyone started to form their own identity. College work began to hit and of course tensions ran high, and by the end of the year everyone was just glad that they only had one more year left. But the important thing was that people began to realize what they wanted and maybe who they wanted to be. Then came this year, where after everyone realized this was the last year, people began to bond, they became more social (if you must) and started to get along (minus all the beef with Justin and various other people, though now people seem to be just forgetting, if not forgiving). The senior trip was amazing, Six Flags was incredible, all the parties and graduation parties and now this Rumpspringe or Sunday Brunch or whatever name you’d like to give it. Who would’ve thought that after all that beef and all the splits and all the talk about how our class was so disunified, that we would find time in our schedule to hang out with our class throughout the summer before we all left to our respective colleges. The past five years has been a movie in itself, and it we were to watch it again as spectators, it would’ve all seemed so surreal. Even as an actor or actress in it, everything seems so surreal and some events you really begin to question. Not only are the people incredible, but the things being said or the things being done that are just mind-blowing, all the secrets being kept or given away, the atmosphere, the drama of high school love, all the beef, all the little things really make a difference.
After graduation, after all the speeches and all the talking and all of the cards and all of the pictures, I realized how much I really cared about all the people and even UNI. Sure it’s a small school and you’re going to get annoyed with the people in it, but you start to realize that you can only become disappointed or upset or annoyed with the people that you truly care about. Looking back on the five years I’ve realized that it’s not only the good times that shaped our class, but it definitely was also the bad times. You learn from the bad, and without everything horrible that’s happened to change one or two people, or one or two circumstances, no one would know where we would be right now. And when I look back on the past five years, I can’t say there are things that I would change about it. It’s all about the experience and the place where you end up, and right now I’m content about both. It’s had its ups and downs, but with just ups it would’ve been a ridiculously utopian and unreal experience, too perfect.
You can erase someone from your mind, getting them out of your heart is a different story.
No matter how hard I try I know that there is no way that this class, the people in it, the memories that I have, and my experience, will ever be forgotten. I’ll never forget it.
I can’t sum up the five years in a few thousand words, and millions of pictures won’t even describe it, all I know is that it was ridiculously incredible and 27.7 (repeating)% of my life at this moment, and it’s really heartbreaking to be leaving this experience (bittersweet, for the un-lack of a better word). I wanted to try to write something that would make our 5 years complete, to end it off right, but 1) I can’t find the words to say all of this, to share all of my memories and emotions that are attached to them and 2) I don’t want it to end, I want the friendships made and the memories created to keep on going. I don’t want it to be the end, and hopefully it won’t be. Many people say that this is a chapter of my life, and they use the phrase, “And the book is closing” but a book isn’t just comprised of one chapter, in it contains 10, sometimes even 50 chapters, and there are also sequels and characters and circumstances always carry over. After you finish reading a book, things still continue, nothing is ever finite.
If you want to put it in calculus terms, ∫(the love I have for you guys)dx = infinite (where a=now and b=the future)
Or maybe, the limit as x approaches infinity of f(x) which is equal to the love I have for you guys is infinity.
Or maybe you want to put it into a rate changing word problem. Or perhaps a force problem?
I can do that.
In any way that you do this, mathematically or not, it just goes to say that I’m never going to forget any of this or any of you and I hope that you’re going to keep in touch.
I’m going to miss all of you guys so much
(while I’m off in China for this month, or next year while we’re in college.
I love to get texts, AIM messages, telephone calls, emails and of course letters.
And presents.
I love you.
♥
Much love
(as always and forever),
Julie Chen
These past few days have been insane, full of exciting parties and a lot of bonding and some annoyance. Thank you for everything. And I'm going to miss you guys so much when I'm off in China. Words will not and can not express.
Don't forget about me in these next 5 weeks.
♥