With how much I love to talk, you'd think I'd just go crazy with blogging. Writing all the time, no one to interrupt me.
Yeah. That would be too easy. It's way more fun interrupting others.
Here's the deal: I graduated. It actually happened. In two days, I'll be walking down the aisle (not
that aisle) to receive my diploma. I'm super excited. I'll be going to
Wheaton College in the fall to start my major in English with a creative writing emphasis. I will have to move to get there, but only a few hours...or more...or really far. Eh, I can't give you guys too many clues to where I live! I'm already filing away in my mind what I'll be taking with me to Wheaton. And what I won't be. I'm gonna miss some things. Like my dog.
So why can't I have a pet in the dorms again?
This journal is, in a way, very similar to my last one a year ago. School's ended. My birthday's coming up (finally 18!). I've been looking for jobs at a buh-gillion places, and guess what? No one's hiring. Same old story. This year, though, I've got a load of things backing me up. So let's look at the high lights of the year, shall we?
In no particular order...
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Les Miserables -
I played multiple minor roles in my high school's musical this year,
Les Miserables . If anyone's wondering which roles, it's hard to explain because we changed a few men roles to women roles and we combined character lines to fit our smaller, largely female cast. So I'll keep it at "multiple minor roles." This year, the whole casting process was probably as emotionally draining as doing the entire show. Basically, the same women who received major roles last year also got them this year, though a few were obviously not the best choices. I still have no idea why other girls (mainly myself and another girl, Leah) weren't chosen. Leah has a great voice, and I can act way better than another of the "chosen ones", even if our voices were the same (and there not). Just thinking about that whole experience sets my blood boiling again.
But one reason does come to mind as to why I wasn't chosen, and that's this.
- Homosexual Parenting article in the school Newspaper -
Now, I'm not even in journalism in the first place. But here's me, innocently walking to class one day when BAM! the editor and chief asks me to do an article. "Write what you believe. It doesn't matter," he tells me. "We have another journalist writing an opposing view. The opinions will be balanced," he says.
NOT
I write a decent article, expressing my opinion like an adult - with facts and reasoning and no ulterior motive tainting my focus on expressing an opinion (not Nazi hatred). Just to clear the air, I did write against homosexuals being able to adopt. But I'm not writing to talk about that. This is about my sister.
Next day, I hear she's crying in the counselor's office because of things she's heard people saying about me. Like, what?! I mean, I expect people to not agree, even be angry at my, can you believe, my opinion ruining the glorified standard of tolerance, but why be angry at me? Be angry at my opinion, at my view. Not me. I'm a person. You don't have to hate me for my beliefs.
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Wait? Isn't that what they're telling me to do? And I'm not angry or hateful at homosexuals. I disagree with their lifestyle, their beliefs. I'm not attacking anyone. I wrote an article stating a fact - I disagree. But people don't like facts. They like what their own itching ears want to hear. I felt so sorry for my sister. She had to suffer because of that.
- Getting into Wheaton College -
I know, I'm in already, but waiting for my letter of acceptance drove me crazy. I was so nervous. I kept calling, needing to know why my letter hadn't arrived yet. Was it because they send the letters reverse alphabetically? Did they send the declining letters after the acceptance?
I was nervous. And now I'm not.
Hooray
- Prom -
I add prom in just to show I did it. To me, Prom is more a tradition than an actual party. It's going through the motions, doing it because everyone else is, because you're parents did it, because your grandparents did it. I went through my motions with a small group of friends at my house. At Prom, we danced until they kicked us out. Then we hassled with our rock hard hair the next day. I wouldn't be surprised if you had a similar experience.
Like I said. Tradition.
- Finishing my first book -
Here's something a thousand times more exciting. I finished my first book! Granted, it's not a novel, but it's still my first book. And my first childrens book. I even illustrated it, with my fantastic *hack, cough* skills. I worked on it over Christmas break (which I got sick on twice! Once at the beginning, a second at the end), and it ended up pretty nice. I want to edit the text and pictures and then send it to a publishing company or agent. Whichever will accept me first. Hoo-Rah!
Kinda silly being able to sum up a year like that. But I'm pretty much leaving school out because it wasn't remarkable, and that leaves out around 3/4's of my life. Oh yeah, one thing about school. I graduate summa cum laude. Being able to say that is about all I get for celebration, so let me have my two seconds of pride.
Over and out. Until another year.
"When you write, no one can interrupt you. When you write, you have complete control. When you write, no one can tell you you're wrong. Because you're writing. That makes you right."
~ Me
