This summer, I took Calc II and it was hard. But I got an A =] Whether or not I deserved that A is somewhat debatable. [but I didn't cheat]
This summer, I discovered what it felt like to be home ALONE. By myself. It is beautiful, and yes I did walk around in my underwear.
This summer, I darkened more in the last two weeks than I did all summer because I sit in my car under the hot sun for 15-20min while waiting to pick up my brothers from school. My left side is darker than my right, and I fear for my life. [driver's side cancer]
This summer, my mother got me an internship with one of her patients that led to a $10/hr job that I enjoy very much. [import company for dehydrated vegetables and spices]
This summer, I wasted a lot of time, did not work out, nor did I take any real steps towards actually packing and moving up [until now, to some extent]
This summer, I strengthened a relationship I should have formed much earlier and secured a beautiful, intelligent and unique person as a [hopefully] lifelong friend. In other news, old relationships have become frayed and chances at relationships I wish I could have had have faded.
This summer was a month longer than anyone else's summer, and I laughed at them.
What did I do in high school? I got good grades, did well on standardized tests...I even finally got that extra curricular involvement-slash-leadership thing going on in my last year and got into UCLA. I achieved the goal that I believed high school was designed to attain - college.
But I didn't: - go to school dances - go to football games - have a boyfriend - make lasting friends - go to a party - experience a hardship
Sure, I went to Snowball 08 and "got low." I did go to one homecoming game, although I don't recall which one. The lack of boyfriend was not entirely due to my lack of appeal (thank goodness) and the friends I did have weren't an entirely bad experience. With regards to the last two items, I would rather not have anyway.
All and all, it wasn't so bad. I wouldn't go back for the world, but I look back on it with a sort of contemptuous smile, the same expression with which I read my fifth grade diaries and such, rife with the incomprehensible trifles of an immature mind yet accompanied by softened memories.
This contempt that I feel for apparently all (or nearly all) my past memories worries me. Will I look back on this entry and feel contempt? You're always the most mature in the present, just as or because hindsight is 20/20. You liked that double whammy cliche didn't you? Yeah you did. So let me put this in the past: Four years of "exceptional" performance (relative to the general population) and mediocre experience that got me where I am now, where I am happy and content, minus the stress related to having to actually CLEAN my room out, as opposed to sweeping the carpet of dirty clothes into a pile.
