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09:20 on 08.12.03
"SKIN CELLS!!!" -Class "Okay, this is CTY, but..." -Val Yeah, you bet it is CTY. And that is how I am going to introduce my synopsis of CTY. I'm not going to finish it, but whatever. My hall was amazing. It was definitely the best hall I have ever been in, and a lot of that is because all thirteen of us were in Crafting of Fiction. We were Quad 6, Hall 2 (which is where I was sesh 1 last year). My roomie was Allie; she was my roomie sesh 2 last year when we did pop culture. Our RA? Stacey Decker. She was rockin' awesome and her (fake) red hair was pretty til it washed out. I didn't know three girls on the hall, but I had no problems getting to know them. Laura and Olivia were on my hall/in my class this year which was really nice. I was in Philosophy of Mind sesh 1 w/ Olivia last year and then I hung out with both of them both sessions, so we got to um... enhance our friendships. My class was my one of my favorite classes. I'm not sure if it beat pop culture w/ Robert. But there were only two guys in the class. One was John, who I hung out with both sesh last year, and the other was Todd. Todd was a special child. He didn't listen to advice before his story was put through workshop, and so it was completely slaughtered during workshop. He also talked too much and had a temper problem. My instructor, Val, and my TA, Dawn, were really cool. They had a habit of keeping things interesting, especially Dawn (candy or crack?). They have also inspired me to write more stories because from them I have learned that I can write about more than depressed, angsty teenagers. From them I have learned that I know a lot more then I think I know, so I write more. *Eventually I will post my stories up here, especially the first one, because that is the one I revised. However, I am only halfway through revising it, and I would like to finish the revising before I put the second draft up here. What can I talk about now? Should I go into the RAs? Why not? I think that a lot of the RAs this year didn't like me. Many of them weren't here last year, so they weren't familiar with Chosh or my somewhat rebellious and in-your-face attitude. Which wasn't very good for me. Like, there was Trevor, who was a CTY two years ago, and he was just evil. I don't think they should let him come back. As Reuben wrote in someone's mem book (I think Josh's): "CTYers make the best RAs but also the worst ones." Then there was Lucy and Chris and the one who ran Rocky Horror activity. But enough about the RAs. I don't think I could have asked for a better no more year. I know that I have stated this previously, but no more year was amazing. My hall and my class were up there on my list of hall and classes. Drag Day was great (more on this later), Goth Day was fun (I had makeup this year!), Josh's hall/class was awesome (and the girls in his class lived below me, so that was fun), and Josh's RA was all good because he was Reuben. So what should I talk about? How about the first night? It seems to be a traditon with me. On the first night of CTY, I have an asthma attack. I had one my first year. I had one the beginning of sesh 1 last year, and I had one this year. And each year, it has gotten worse. Like, this year I actually needed my nebulizer, which I haven't used in awhile. It's actually kind of scary. I had to wake Stacey up right before 1 am, and I had to walk over to KW and then I was up til three w/ the nebulizer and the after-effects of the steroids. That was scary. I don't really want to type more bad things, but they are all I can think of. The first dance was the extreme low of the sesh. At least it came on the first Saturday. At the first dance, I was in a terrible mood. I was also PMS-ing, and if you know me well, you'll know that when I PMS, I am unforgiving and evil and I don't think about what I am doing. So at the first dance I got bitchy at Joshua and he got mad at me and we got violent through words (and I think I kicked him) and then I was single. And I interrupted Laura in the middle of her dancing with some guy who she kind of liked even though she hadn't really seen his face. But she talked to me for a little bit. I really have to thank her for that, because I was so upset. I must have looked terrible (I wasn't crying, I was bawling) and I was hot and sweaty and I felt so disgusting. But she talked to both of us for a little bit, which made it a little easier to talk to him. But he wouldn't take me back for the longest time. We talked for probably an hour and I got hugs from him (which was honestly hurt a lot, because we weren't together. It's not easy looking at someone who you just celebrated two-and-a-half years of being together with and then think of them as a friend. That is pain like no other pain I have felt in a long time. And getting hugs didn't help - it was like he was teasing me, saying this is what you had and here's some of it to make you feel better because you aren't going to have it again. But for some reasons, he took me back. I believe there were two. 1 - Because he didn't want to ruin the last two weeks and 2 - he loves me. :) And we got back together in time to slow dance to the 2 songs before American Pie ('Forever Young' and 'Stairway to Heaven'). Now that I have slightly depressed myself, I am no long in the mood to write. I'll add more to this later. I love Joshua.
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