Ashland // Great America // Senior Ball

May 22, 2005 16:31

May 15 to May 21 was the BEST week of senior year. Actually, it was the best week of high school.

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pictures can be viewed on my photobucket account http://photobucket.com/albums/y224/yungsters637/ (the pictures are in backward order tho)



May 14:
- Amanda and I went to Peter and Eric Kim’s bday party at Macaroni Grill
- Chilled at tapex; foosball for veggie diet
- Karaoked at Baran’s house

May 16:
- Arrived at Ashland around 4
- The town was really nice and peaceful. People were there are helpful. Drivers would stop to let pedestrians j-walk. Cute little shops, but everything closes around 8pm.
- Ate dinner with Amanda, Lulu, and Christine at the Plaza Café.
- Played Mafia with the rest of the group till midnight.
- Christine, Kate, and I had an interesting convo about the perfect guy haha

May 17:
- Christine, Kate, and I went on a pajama run early in the morning and ended up eating at the Continental Breakfast.
- Walked around the town and ended up at Safeway. We bought a whole bunch of food and had a feast in my room for lunch.
- We watched two plays- Room Service and Richard III- fell asleep during both. The plays were very well done, but I was just really tired.
- Christine and I walked around and found a midnight snack.

May 18:
- Got home around 5. Worked on physics report = no sleep

May 19:
- School was extremely BORING. I really don’t understand why we even bother going to school because all we do is sit in class and talk or else we watch movies.

May 20:
- Great America was funn!
- Christine, Ayeaye, and I ditched the big group and went on the rides ourselves because we had less people to wait for.
- Rides: Demon, Endeavor, Revolution, Rip Roaring Rapids, Top Gun, Invertigo, Delrium, Vortex (<- pretty good for 5 hours?)
- Ashley, Mike, and Eric came over to study for Chinese final and they ended up staying until 2am.

May 21:
- Chinese School went by very fast for some reason.
- Christine and Mercy came over to my house at 12:30. Mercy did our hairs downstairs while my mom did our make up upstairs.
- Met the guys at Perfect Studios around 3:30. The pictures this year turned out nicer than last year’s, but the guy cut the pictures crooked and the photographer cut off our feet in some pictures.
- Hung out at Starbucks because we definitely needed caffine to make it through the day.
- Charlie and Alex met up at our house and our group took 23847928472 pictures.
- We made the chauffeur drive to Albertsons to get us some cider. Arrived at Glas Kat around 8.
- The dance was pretty fun and the food was good. However, the DJ kinda sucked and I thought the place would be bigger. Overall, Senior Ball was awesome. Thanks a bunch Jeff!
- The limo service changed limo and it sucked. The chauffeur didn’t even know how to get back to Fremont.
- Got back to my house around 1:30am, people changed, met back at my house around 2am. Went over to Baran’s house for the after party. But after being in a room filled with couples suddenly getting together, Mike, Jeff, Mercy, and I left. We went to Safeway for some odd reason then back to my house. Lol Jeff said he was the most tired out of all of us, but he ended up watching the whole movie while the rest of us fell asleep. I’m surprised most of us stayed awake for most of the night with 4 hours of sleep the whole week.

My energy level is below zero right now. But there’s still so much to do in the next 3.5 weeks left of school before we graduate.

















































































































































































































































































4 years ago...
Four years ago we stepped into high school … individuals seeking to do well, to find our identity, to find our best friend. We opened our lockers for the first time, looked at our schedules, thought about how great it was to finally be in high school. Four years ago we met our best friend, we went to our first school dance, had a crush on a cute senior. Four years ago, we couldn't wait to get older

Three years ago we stepped into high school believing that we owned the place. No longer the lowly freshman, we had a new attitude. Still individuals searching for themselves, looking to fit in, wanting to achieve something. We followed our daily routines, expanded our circle of friends, and talked about parties. Three years ago we made a new best friend, went to sweet sixteen's every weekend, thought we were too mature for school dances. Three years ago we couldn't wait to get older.

Two years ago we became upper classman. We began to realize that we were growing up. We got our licenses, started driving out on weekends. Two years ago we realized who our true friends were and cherished the times we spent with them. We found where we fit in, yet still seemed to be looking for something else. Two years ago we started talking about college, thinking it was still so far away. We had our junior prom and realized that time really does fly. But two years ago we still couldn't wait to get older.

One year ago we entered the school as seniors. We had senioritis before classes even resumed, we got to leave school early and come in late. Everything we did was the last … our last homecoming, our last season in a sport, our last birthday at home. One year ago we took our time together for granted, we went to party after party on the weekend, we rebelled, and we learned. One year ago, we still had the same best friend and cherished time spent with them. We started applying to college, far and near. We got accepted, we got rejected, we found exactly where we wanted to go. We realized that we would no longer have the comfort of home within a year.

Now, we finally realize that we could have waited to get older. We realize that time has somehow slipped away and soon we will be saying good-bye. Saying good-bye to our friends, our family, our home. Maybe for a short time … maybe forever. Soon we will go to our senior prom, graduate, sit for the last time with everyone. It is the last time we will all be together, recognized as the class of 2005. Now we are getting excited about starting over, getting sad about what we will leave behind, getting anxious to move on. Now we realize just how important our best friends are, how much fun we really did have in the four years. Now we wish we could be younger. We wish we could have taken the time to appreciate every moment … to slow down time. Now we face having to say good-bye.

In one year we will return as different people. We will have experienced dorm life, ate campus food, met new friends. We will have joined a club, maybe a sorority, done something new. In one year we will be new people. We will still be searching for our identity … to find our niche. We will have picked majors, changed majors, passed and failed at things we tried. In one year we will know more about ourselves and what we want to become. We will remember the past times and look fondly at the memories, although we will have created new memories. Yet one thing will still remain. In one year, we will still have that same best friend. Maybe since kindergarten, maybe since high school, maybe a college roommate. That person can be found in new friends and old. Without them, we would have nothing. Four years brought change. Friendship held us strong when things were shaky, in good times and bad, in laughter and tears, though boyfriends, bad grades, family problems, and love … our friends showed us that life was worth enjoying. With hem, we wanted to grow up so quickly. Now, they are the only ones with whom we will remain forever young.

Friends
In kindergarten your idea of a good friend was the person who let you have the red crayon when all that was left was the ugly black one.

In first grade your idea of a good friend was the person who went to the bathroom with you and held your hand as you walked through the scary halls.

In second grade your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you stand up to the class bully.

In third grade your idea of a good friend was the person who shared their lunch with you when you forgot yours on the bus.

In fourth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who was willing to switch square dancing partners in gym so you wouldn't have to be stuck do-si-do-ing with Nasty Nicky or Smelly Susan.

In fifth grade your idea of a friend was the person who saved a seat on the back of the bus for you.

In sixth grade your idea of a friend was the person who went up to Nick or Susan, your new crush, and asked them to dance with you, so that if they said no you wouldn't have to be embarrassed.

In seventh grade your idea of a friend was the person who let you copy the social studies homework from the night before that you had.

In eighth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you pack up your stuffed animals and old baseball cards so that your room would be a "high schooler's" room, but didn't laugh at you when you finished and broke out into tears.

In ninth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who went to that "cool" party thrown by a senior so you wouldn't wind up being the only freshman there.

In tenth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who changed their schedule so you would have someone to sit with at lunch.

In eleventh grade your idea of a good friend was the person who gave you rides in their new car, convinced your parents that you shouldn't be grounded, consoled you when you broke up with Nick or Susan, and found you a date to the prom.

In twelfth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you pick out a college, assured you that you would get into that college, helped you deal with your parents who were having a hard time adjusting to the idea of letting you go.

At graduation your idea of a good friend was the person who was crying on the inside but managed the biggest smile one could give as they congratulated you.

The summer after twelfth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you clean up the bottles from that party, helped you sneak out of the house when you just couldn't deal with your parents, assured you that now that you and Nick or you and Susan were back together, you could make it through anything, helped you pack up for college and just silently hugged you as you looked through blurry eyes at 18 years of memories you were leaving
behind, and finally on those last days of childhood, went out of their way to come over and send you off with a hug, a lot of memories, reassurance that you would make it in college as well as you had these past 18 years, and most importantly sent you off to college knowing you were loved.

Now, your idea of a good friend is still the person who gives you the better of the two choices, holds your hand when you're scared, helps you fight off those who try to take advantage of you, thinks of you at times when you are not there, reminds you of what you have forgotten, helps you put the past behind you but understands when you need to hold on to it a little longer, stays with you so that you have confidence, goes out of their way to make time for you, helps you clear up your mistakes, helps you deal with pressure from others, smiles for you when they are sad, helps you become a better person, and most importantly loves you!

We laughed when they told us we wouldn’t want to leave high school. We'll cry when they tell us we have to.
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