Allow me to just brag about how great these girls are! We're a pretty damn diverse group but it's been one of the best things about our group; we do everything from watching football games to wine touring to working out. When I joined my sorority I expected to find some good friends but I never expected to find sisters like this. They bring out the best in me, allow me to rant for hours about pointless shit, and tell me when I'm being too petty. Senior year is here and I'm ready to kill it!
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I started dating this neat guy...kinda by accident actually.
My intentions were to be single for a while so when I agreed to meet up with him for coffee it was more for meeting someone new than anything. But that coffee date lasted 4 hours...and so did the next one...and the next hang out lasted 5 hours...and before I knew it I kinda developed feelings. He's pretty good with his hands and does leather working and metal working and so for my birthday he made this rockin ring for me before I left the country for about 5 weeks. It's a small, stupid memory, but a good one. We always complained about how un-efficient this spot was. We joked about how it was big enough for three cars. One day we actually did it: parked three cars there all day. Not surprisingly, we got yelled at and told to move our cars and "respect the parking lot" or something stupid like that.
My senior year got a little ripped off. When the year started we were told we wouldn't get a senior parking lot, we wouldn't get a senior week, and we weren't able to do a senior prank. Two of those were true, but eventually they let us have our senior parking lot and we were damn sure going to mark it ours. We painted Seniors with a small little '14 at the bottom and marked the parking lot as ours. It was fun memories, painting with my friends and classmates; it's just weird to go back and see it and know that almost none of us are still on island.
This parking lot had a lot of good memories, meeting up with friends for lunch, getting my car filled with balloons for a promposal, listening to music from our cars after school...good memories. Being home is a weird feeling because I have all these old memories of the place, but none of the same people are around.
Every time I drive down this particular street I think of two things: 1) My best friend lived off this road and we spent our Junior year of high school being inseparable. It was an unexpected friendship to say the least, but a high-quality one. I don't know if she'll ever know that she helped me as much as she claims I helped her. 2) My AP physics teacher was an amazing guy and would meet with us Saturday mornings to do practice problems. After our review sessions a friend and I would both end up driving this road to get home; of course as two young kids with fast, sporty cars, we'd often race each other to the top of the hill. By the end of the year, it was basically a tradition between the two of us. We dated off and on for about 80% of our Sophomore year of high school. We had ups and we had downs...a lot of downs. But we were determined to make it work.
We were best friends that had feelings for each other, but things never seemed to play out well for us. Despite that, we had numerous great memories and I learned a lot from our time together. We don't really talk anymore, but I sometimes I think back to the fun we'd had and the love and care we had for each other. It's been ages since we've talked but I still wish him the best in life and hopefully he's happy doing whatever he's doing. When I was going into my Sophomore year of high school my parents wanted to take a big road trip. We went into Washington, Montana, Idaho, Utah, Nevada, and California. We spent time in Yellowstone and Disneyland and Santa Monica. It was a spectacular trip; gorgeous sights and great people. The only killer was how expensive gas was at the time...I remember filling the truck for $130.
Throwback to Freshman year of high school when I was head over heels in love with this guy.
We didn't even know each other's name for the first few weeks we were talking. I was a freshman and he was a senior; we won cutest couple in the school, and nobody believed we could continue our relationship after he graduated. But we proved them wrong and had an amazing relationship that left me with a lot of good memories and expectations. By now, we've both found our own special someone and I feel so lucky to have spent so much time with such a genuinely good guy. Over the last 6 months I've acquired 4 tattoos; all of which have a a special meaning.
The first tattoo was a compass design to represent the different countries I lived in during my high school years; the countries that especially helped shape me into the adult I am. The second tattoo was on my shoulder and reads "disce aut discede" which means "learn or leave". I thought it was rather fitting considering I grew up in a very academic/learning focused household. The third tattoo was on my forearm and is a celtic knot to represent the Irish roots of my family. The fourth tattoo was also on my forearm and is the kanji symbol for "family" to represent the Asian roots of my family. I still have a few tattoo ideas so I'm by no means done. This year I was able to get super into rock climbing. Not only did I take the Rock Climbing I class, but I took a lead climbing class, an efficient climbers toolbox, and a self rescue class. It's been spectacular watching myself go from successfully climbing 5.7s to successfully climbing 5.10s and even a few 5.11s.
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