3 hours of sleep. Nine hours of service today.
CHALLENGE ACCEPTED.
CHALLENGE ACCEPTED.
Go home, realize that something called “drama” still exists.
Adrian: “What’re you doing?”
Me: “A load of darks (laundry).”
Adrian: “Wanna throw me in there too?”
So if you have rape-worthy hair, you’re basically awesome.
For teaching me how to respond to emails in a professional manner. For example, not replying back at 11pm, even though an event coordinator sent me an email at 10:30pm. Instead, I wait until a more respectable hour the next day to basically tell you I’m free of responsibilites because I graduated, how much I appreciate you expressing interest in LCKC volunteering again, and my successor’s contact information.
To my younger self: I wish you had retained that happy-go-lucky attitude you had freshman year, because it would have helped you through the rest of high school. Nevertheless, you seemed to have ended high school with more of that optimistic attitude. You encountered a lot of unexpected situations, and although you didn’t always handle them in the best way, I’d like to think that your mistakes helped you become a better person. And lastly, kudos to you for trying to pursue writing, even if it distanced you from your friends in the process.
To underclassmen: Work hard in school, but don’t forget to have fun. Do what you love, not what you, your parents, or your friends think you should do. Don’t be afraid to ask for help. Failure is expected, but don’t let not trying be the reason behind your failure. Swear as much as you want, but don’t cry over getting a B+ instead of an A-. Hell, don’t complain about getting an A- instead of an A. If you’re that upset about it, just cover up the minus sign with your thumb when you get your report card, because you still get the same damn GPA, minus or not. Never measure your self worth based on the grades you get, because grades aren’t everything. Don’t compare yourself to your friends (you’re going to many times, but don’t obsess over it.) There will always be someone “better” than you, but there will also be someone “worse” than you. You know what? Just listen to Mr. Hanf. Really. That man knows what he’s talking about.
To seniors: Aside from the fun senior activities, the first half of senior year is a bitch. Counselors seem to think it’s a good idea to give you the majority of your AP classes in one term, and that means a crapload of homework some nights. Swearing helps. So does ranting on Tumblr. Or Facebook. College applications come faster than you think. Write MANY drafts of your personal statements, because they may be the only thing that sets you apart from everyone else. Trust me, you’re not the only applicant who has taken half a dozen AP classes, and is in NHS, Key Club, ASB, etc. Be as genuine as you can on your personal statements. You don’t have to write about some life-changing event, but write about something that’s important to you. Don’t be afraid to ask alumni for help on essays. If they have time, they’ll probably be happy to give you some commentary. If they don’t, they’ll probably be just as happy to send you their personal statements as examples. Senioritis exists. It hits you after college apps, after winter break, after college acceptances, and after DCON. You’ll probably slack off, but don’t slack off to the point where your poor grades may jeopardize your college admission. They have the right to revoke you. Go to all your “lasts” - Homecoming, Creek Rock, plays, etc. Thank your parents, because senior year is definitely not cheap.
To Key Clubbers: Don’t lose sight of why you’re in Key Club. Yes, the fundraisers are important. Yes, the socials are fun. Yes, it’s not always fun waking up at 6am during the winter for events. Service is the main objective, not an afterthought. On a lighter note, scream your heart out at DCON. You’re there with 3,000 other people who love service as much as you do; don’t be afraid to express your love.
me: FINALLY
Bronson: :]
Bronson: Hii
me: YOU BASTARD. I MISSED YOUUU <3
Bronson: LOLOLOLOL
Bronson: I”VE MISSED YOU TOOOOOO <333
Mom: “So how’d you do on your written permit?”
Me: “Got some wrong, but still passed.”
Mom: “Tsk tsk. Mommy did better than you. I got 100 percent when I took it.”
Dad: “Oh, you actually passed? That’s good considering I never saw you touch the book.”