Today at choir our conductor Jenny Chiang was talking about one of the acapella groups, The RITARDS. Not Retards. They're a 6 MAN high school acapella group that originates in our very own crystal choir. I'm a big fan. Anyways, she was telling us about how she saw them perform yesterday at the fundraising dinner and they helped raise 1000 dollars towards the fund for Crystal Hall, which is great.
She broke her experience down for us, giving us her internal play by play. She honestly said that it wasn't that their singing was amazing, no, not at all. It was that they all had a huge stage presence and that they were energetic and knew what they were doing on stage. But what she said that struck me was that they demanded attention. They were there to deliver a message. And with such enthusiasm, emotion and power she said, she couldn't help but think, Wow! It wasn't as if they were without flaws. There were definitely areas where they could have improved. But simply put, they demanded attention. They were going to go out there and do whatever it took to blow the audience away. They were going to do there thing and not care what anybody thought about them. And they succeeded.
As a fellow performer, I really felt connected to what she said on a deep level, as in I have, in my life, witnessed performances by people and groups who have demanded attention, who've been so powerful on stage that you just can't help but think, wow. And it's so mind blowing. That's not only an aspiration for me to work towards in terms of my stage presence, but also a concept/idea that can be applied to every day life.
It's easy to go through the motions of life and pass unnoticed. But that's not really living. You've gotta demand attention, put yourself on the spot, make it so that people are forced to notice you. You start meeting new people, making new friends. Sure, you're gonna have haters. But that's inevitable. Haters will be haters. But that's what's really living. Life's not a pat of microwaved ice cream. It's not always going to go down smooth.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Monday, November 16, 2009
Christmas Spirit.
Ok. I know that it's outrageously early to be thinking about Christmas. It's not even freakin Thanksgiving yet. But I can't help it. I'm sick right now. Like I'm coughing and sneezing and stuff. But I feel great. I can't explain it. But I figured it out. Here's what I told my dad. 'Dad, I have Christmas fever. That's what's going on.'
I mean it's not hard to understand. Christmas is the best holiday of all. You've got family, friends, food, gifts, and fat men coming down the chimney and flying around with his flying deer. I remember I could never fall asleep the night before because I'd be so excited for the next morning. So when my parents would get annoyed and tell me to go to bed I would pretend to sleep. Yup. Just lie there awake and pretend to be a log. No matter how hard I tried I could not fall asleep. It was just too exciting like one of those times where you don't think you'll ever be able to fall asleep yafeel? Woops. Got sidetracked. But seriously, does it get better? I'm thinking it's pretty hard-pressed to beat. But that's not why I love Christmas so much.
What Christmas used to mean to me was that I'd get gifts. I know, pretty shallow right? But you know, being a lil'un and all, there wasn't much else I thought about when Christmas time came 'round. Now I find that as I'm getting older, (Can you even consider 15 old?) I have less need for material things. I don't know what's changed. It's just that when Christmas and birthdays come around, I don't know of anything that I need. What Christmas means to me has definitely changed.
Christmas isn't what you get. It's what you give. Gone are the days where I'd race to the tree in the morning to count up my gaudy present totals. Receiving presents is great, it feels good to get something from someone that you've really wanted for a long time. But it's an even better feeling when you're the one that's sent the gift. Just the look on their face is priceless youknow? I feel like that guy in the Kay commercial. Or maybe it was Visa. I don't really know. Anyways, I've learned that to get is good, but to give always makes you feel a million times better. In a world where everyone's life is centered around getting, getting, getting, it's amazing how wonderful giving can feel. Getting never changed anyone's life but your own, but giving, even in the smallest quantities can make such a huge impact on someone else's. Christmas this year got me thinkin bout that. So yeah dude. Pretty much all I had to say. Enjoy your holiday. Some free time to spend with the fam, the friends, and really appreciate how lucky we all are. Because if you're sitting there reading this right now, you've got and computer. And you've got the time to read this. Which is more than a ton of people can say. Merry Christmas ya'll.
I mean it's not hard to understand. Christmas is the best holiday of all. You've got family, friends, food, gifts, and fat men coming down the chimney and flying around with his flying deer. I remember I could never fall asleep the night before because I'd be so excited for the next morning. So when my parents would get annoyed and tell me to go to bed I would pretend to sleep. Yup. Just lie there awake and pretend to be a log. No matter how hard I tried I could not fall asleep. It was just too exciting like one of those times where you don't think you'll ever be able to fall asleep yafeel? Woops. Got sidetracked. But seriously, does it get better? I'm thinking it's pretty hard-pressed to beat. But that's not why I love Christmas so much.
What Christmas used to mean to me was that I'd get gifts. I know, pretty shallow right? But you know, being a lil'un and all, there wasn't much else I thought about when Christmas time came 'round. Now I find that as I'm getting older, (Can you even consider 15 old?) I have less need for material things. I don't know what's changed. It's just that when Christmas and birthdays come around, I don't know of anything that I need. What Christmas means to me has definitely changed.
Christmas isn't what you get. It's what you give. Gone are the days where I'd race to the tree in the morning to count up my gaudy present totals. Receiving presents is great, it feels good to get something from someone that you've really wanted for a long time. But it's an even better feeling when you're the one that's sent the gift. Just the look on their face is priceless youknow? I feel like that guy in the Kay commercial. Or maybe it was Visa. I don't really know. Anyways, I've learned that to get is good, but to give always makes you feel a million times better. In a world where everyone's life is centered around getting, getting, getting, it's amazing how wonderful giving can feel. Getting never changed anyone's life but your own, but giving, even in the smallest quantities can make such a huge impact on someone else's. Christmas this year got me thinkin bout that. So yeah dude. Pretty much all I had to say. Enjoy your holiday. Some free time to spend with the fam, the friends, and really appreciate how lucky we all are. Because if you're sitting there reading this right now, you've got and computer. And you've got the time to read this. Which is more than a ton of people can say. Merry Christmas ya'll.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Parents.
I always readily admit that I live a safe, good life, and that I am lucky to be living in the situation that I am. But there's one aspect of my life that I feel like I totally neglected for the bulk of my life, and I'm afraid that now it's too late to rescue it. And that's the relationships with my family. Mostly my parents.
My parents are such important people in my life. I love them so much and they give me so many opportunities and make sure I don't stray off on the wrong path. And yet in return I've ignored them, brushed them off, placed them in a mental back seat to everyone in my life. For my whole life I have, unconsciously or not, placed my friends, coaches, team mates, etc. ahead of my parents. It just seems so messed up. The two people who are supposed to be two of the most important in my entire life. I talked about it to another friend who said he felt the same way, and he said that it was partially because he felt like his friends understood him more than his parents. I kinda feel that, but at the same time it's not fair to my parents to say that, since I haven't made any effort in my relationships with them so it would be unreasonable to expect them to understand me at all.
I wish I could tell them though. But it's scary for me to let people in. It's so frightening to let someone in, to have them so close to you because you know that they can hurt you so easily. It's crazy though, for me to have been ignorant, rebellious and ignorant for so long, spurning the greatest gift of life: parents. There are kids out there who aren't even lucky enough to have parents and here I am wasting the fact that I do have them. I hope that I can grow close to my family. I do hope and hope and hope. But it chills me to the bone. I am so scared that it's too late. I do hope.
My parents are such important people in my life. I love them so much and they give me so many opportunities and make sure I don't stray off on the wrong path. And yet in return I've ignored them, brushed them off, placed them in a mental back seat to everyone in my life. For my whole life I have, unconsciously or not, placed my friends, coaches, team mates, etc. ahead of my parents. It just seems so messed up. The two people who are supposed to be two of the most important in my entire life. I talked about it to another friend who said he felt the same way, and he said that it was partially because he felt like his friends understood him more than his parents. I kinda feel that, but at the same time it's not fair to my parents to say that, since I haven't made any effort in my relationships with them so it would be unreasonable to expect them to understand me at all.
I wish I could tell them though. But it's scary for me to let people in. It's so frightening to let someone in, to have them so close to you because you know that they can hurt you so easily. It's crazy though, for me to have been ignorant, rebellious and ignorant for so long, spurning the greatest gift of life: parents. There are kids out there who aren't even lucky enough to have parents and here I am wasting the fact that I do have them. I hope that I can grow close to my family. I do hope and hope and hope. But it chills me to the bone. I am so scared that it's too late. I do hope.
Friday, November 13, 2009
Stargazing
After homecoming last Saturday, a close friend and I went out for some late night snacks and then we parked down the street from my house. We were talking about girls and life in general and the time and so we spontaneously decided to stargaze. On top of his car. I know. We're romantic [: Anyways, it was great. We laid down on the back of his car and watched the stars, beautiful that night. We kept on the look out for shooting stars as we talked about our lives. It was magical. That's exactly the word I would use to describe it. Looking at the night sky, it made me think about how small and insignificant I really was. And it made me think of the song fireflies. I like to make myself believe.. that planet Earth turns.. slowly. It also got me thinking. Dude, are people all over the world really seeing the same night sky as me? Incredible. All in all, it was a great experience. Right up there in the top 10 experiences of my short life.
Think.Think.Think.
Been thinking alot lately. Big grab bag of thoughts really. I've been meaning to write for a while but I keep forgetting. It'll come to me as I write. I think. I hope.
Through our lives, we meet tons of people, make tons of friends. Specifically I'm talking about high school. I can't really think about the world extending beyond high school considering my situation, so let's focus on that for now. Throughout our high school careers we'll definitely make a ton of friends and meet a bunch of people. That bears the question: Is it possible to be tight with everybody? I have to think, try as you might, it's impossible. I know this and still I try. Slightly foolish. I try to be friends with everyone. Sounds vain huh. Don't know really, I guess it feels good to have a bunch of friends, but at the end of the day it's kind of empty knowing that none of them are super close. It's reality that we have to pick and choose the closest ones.
If you really think about it, it's down to who you think you'll still be friends with after high school's over. Four years down the road and you won't even know many of these people. So why make the effort for them? I don't really know. It's hard though, you feel like you're neglecting some people. And when you value all of your friends the same, what is there to do? Why must we be forced to pick and choose? I guess this is something I have yet to learn.
Another thing on all the people that we'll meet. They all come and go, some stay for a little while longer. Some leave their imprints on our souls, leaving us forever changed. It's crazy how you can feel all 'mature' and developed and how you can think that you're wise and that there's nothing left that you can learn. Truthfully, I'm sure that I've felt like that numerous times not just in my life, but even this year. And I'm shocked every time to discover that a couple weeks down the road, I'm here, writing about how I was foolish and immature a couple weeks ago and how I've learned from my experiences. Well this is another one of those times.
I've been so hypocritical, preaching not caring about what others think about you while at the same time soaking in my insecurities. I've been stubborn enough to fool myself into thinking that I've been acting on what I'd been saying, fully expressing myself without caring what other people though. But as time has shown, the joke's on me. But now I feel a change in perspective. I don't know what caused it, or when specifically it started, but now I have a mindset that runs along the lines of: I've got one life to live. I want to be someone who's remembered. I want to be someone who makes an impact. I want to be the one who leaves the footprints on souls. I want to be the one who makes a change in a life, small or big. Not the one who's there just for small talk and then gone. I'm going to express myself regardless of what other people think because at the end of the day, an opinion is an opinion. I'm going to stand up for what I believe in even if I'm the only one because if not me, then who else? I'm going to live life to the fullest and let haters be haters because I'm not going to let them shrink my existence. I'm going to be me, and people can take it or leave it.
I don't even think I've fully lived up to that statement yet. But I finally feel like I've started to. And it's definitely liberating, and rewarding. Sure you hit bumps and roadblocks on the way, but what's life without some hardships. They only make you stronger. I hit a minor roadblock today. I got frustrated with myself because it seemed like I was reverting back to my old self, not taking any chances, being kinda subdued by myself. But I'll take it as a sort of learning experience, it shows that I'm only human and that there's always room for improvement, for which I am glad.
Through our lives, we meet tons of people, make tons of friends. Specifically I'm talking about high school. I can't really think about the world extending beyond high school considering my situation, so let's focus on that for now. Throughout our high school careers we'll definitely make a ton of friends and meet a bunch of people. That bears the question: Is it possible to be tight with everybody? I have to think, try as you might, it's impossible. I know this and still I try. Slightly foolish. I try to be friends with everyone. Sounds vain huh. Don't know really, I guess it feels good to have a bunch of friends, but at the end of the day it's kind of empty knowing that none of them are super close. It's reality that we have to pick and choose the closest ones.
If you really think about it, it's down to who you think you'll still be friends with after high school's over. Four years down the road and you won't even know many of these people. So why make the effort for them? I don't really know. It's hard though, you feel like you're neglecting some people. And when you value all of your friends the same, what is there to do? Why must we be forced to pick and choose? I guess this is something I have yet to learn.
Another thing on all the people that we'll meet. They all come and go, some stay for a little while longer. Some leave their imprints on our souls, leaving us forever changed. It's crazy how you can feel all 'mature' and developed and how you can think that you're wise and that there's nothing left that you can learn. Truthfully, I'm sure that I've felt like that numerous times not just in my life, but even this year. And I'm shocked every time to discover that a couple weeks down the road, I'm here, writing about how I was foolish and immature a couple weeks ago and how I've learned from my experiences. Well this is another one of those times.
I've been so hypocritical, preaching not caring about what others think about you while at the same time soaking in my insecurities. I've been stubborn enough to fool myself into thinking that I've been acting on what I'd been saying, fully expressing myself without caring what other people though. But as time has shown, the joke's on me. But now I feel a change in perspective. I don't know what caused it, or when specifically it started, but now I have a mindset that runs along the lines of: I've got one life to live. I want to be someone who's remembered. I want to be someone who makes an impact. I want to be the one who leaves the footprints on souls. I want to be the one who makes a change in a life, small or big. Not the one who's there just for small talk and then gone. I'm going to express myself regardless of what other people think because at the end of the day, an opinion is an opinion. I'm going to stand up for what I believe in even if I'm the only one because if not me, then who else? I'm going to live life to the fullest and let haters be haters because I'm not going to let them shrink my existence. I'm going to be me, and people can take it or leave it.
I don't even think I've fully lived up to that statement yet. But I finally feel like I've started to. And it's definitely liberating, and rewarding. Sure you hit bumps and roadblocks on the way, but what's life without some hardships. They only make you stronger. I hit a minor roadblock today. I got frustrated with myself because it seemed like I was reverting back to my old self, not taking any chances, being kinda subdued by myself. But I'll take it as a sort of learning experience, it shows that I'm only human and that there's always room for improvement, for which I am glad.
Monday, November 9, 2009
YES. music!!
So my iPod melted 8 months ago. melted. I connected it to the computer and it heated up. That was the end of that. It was toast. I didn't really want to tell my parents because they do tons of stuff for me already so I figured that I'd go without music for a couple months. No. Big Deal. Right? Ahhh crap man. So wrong. 8 whole months without music. What a total nightmare.
Suffering's over though. I got music back yesterday. I can't believe how deprived I've been. Music is such a huge part of my life though, I have no idea how I survived through the music-less time. It's OK though, it's over now. So how I got my music back is my friend lent me her ipod shuffle. I'm loving having the music back. Plus, the shuffle lets me rediscover all of my old music. They should call this thing the ipod nostalgia. What sucks is if i want to listen to the same song again I have to press next 289 times. Lame.
One of my favorite songs right now is Very Busy People - The Limousines.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DuXOao6jBoM
Truthfully, the lyrics are controversial, but what I love so much about the song is that it's so REAL. It cheers me up on any day. It's just something you can relate to somewhat. My favorite lines from the song are -
'and when we're done
sleeping we'll stay busy
dreaming of the things
we don't have yet
We Are Very Busy People
but we've always got time for new friends'
The people in the song just seem so laid back and carefree despite the song title, very busy people. It's so real because it's like hey, we're really busy people, but we'll make time for ourselves, we'll make time for you too.It relaxes me. DUDE. speaking of very busy people, today after school Will Tang, Victor Wong, Taylor Chin and I head to Foothill for some pickup basketball. Halfway through we ended up de-shirting ourselves because it was so hot. About a third of the way through the game, Will found a dodgeball and threw it at Victor. That caused a dodgeball hunt which ended with us pelting each other with dodgeballs. Shirtless. It was a great day. But totally inappropriate, considering that there were elementary schoolers around. And I saw my math teacher. Super awkward.
Another song that I'm completely obsessed with right now is Smile - Uncle Kracker.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lB1UJsutvkc
Best line: You're cooler than the flip side of my pillow.
Actually the whole chorus is pretty great.
You make me smile like the sun
Fall out of bed, sing like bird
Dizzy in my head, spin like a record
Crazy on a Sunday night
You make me dance like a fool
Forget how to breathe
Shine like gold, buzz like a bee
Just the thought of you can drive me wild
Ohh, you make me smile
[:
That song makes me so happy. It doesn't hurt that the dude's name is Kracker. I love white men who call themselves white but food at the same time.
Last great song for righ now. We intertwine - The Hush Sound.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2o5O5QCj800
This. Is. So. CUTE! It's so childlike and cute. It makes me wanna squeeze the cheeks of whoever's around when I listen to it. And if no one's around, it makes me wanna squeeze my own.
That's all. So glad the music's back. [:
Suffering's over though. I got music back yesterday. I can't believe how deprived I've been. Music is such a huge part of my life though, I have no idea how I survived through the music-less time. It's OK though, it's over now. So how I got my music back is my friend lent me her ipod shuffle. I'm loving having the music back. Plus, the shuffle lets me rediscover all of my old music. They should call this thing the ipod nostalgia. What sucks is if i want to listen to the same song again I have to press next 289 times. Lame.
One of my favorite songs right now is Very Busy People - The Limousines.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DuXOao6jBoM
Truthfully, the lyrics are controversial, but what I love so much about the song is that it's so REAL. It cheers me up on any day. It's just something you can relate to somewhat. My favorite lines from the song are -
'and when we're done
sleeping we'll stay busy
dreaming of the things
we don't have yet
We Are Very Busy People
but we've always got time for new friends'
The people in the song just seem so laid back and carefree despite the song title, very busy people. It's so real because it's like hey, we're really busy people, but we'll make time for ourselves, we'll make time for you too.It relaxes me. DUDE. speaking of very busy people, today after school Will Tang, Victor Wong, Taylor Chin and I head to Foothill for some pickup basketball. Halfway through we ended up de-shirting ourselves because it was so hot. About a third of the way through the game, Will found a dodgeball and threw it at Victor. That caused a dodgeball hunt which ended with us pelting each other with dodgeballs. Shirtless. It was a great day. But totally inappropriate, considering that there were elementary schoolers around. And I saw my math teacher. Super awkward.
Another song that I'm completely obsessed with right now is Smile - Uncle Kracker.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lB1UJsutvkc
Best line: You're cooler than the flip side of my pillow.
Actually the whole chorus is pretty great.
You make me smile like the sun
Fall out of bed, sing like bird
Dizzy in my head, spin like a record
Crazy on a Sunday night
You make me dance like a fool
Forget how to breathe
Shine like gold, buzz like a bee
Just the thought of you can drive me wild
Ohh, you make me smile
[:
That song makes me so happy. It doesn't hurt that the dude's name is Kracker. I love white men who call themselves white but food at the same time.
Last great song for righ now. We intertwine - The Hush Sound.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2o5O5QCj800
This. Is. So. CUTE! It's so childlike and cute. It makes me wanna squeeze the cheeks of whoever's around when I listen to it. And if no one's around, it makes me wanna squeeze my own.
That's all. So glad the music's back. [:
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Oh no! It's Over..
Today's victory against Fremont marked the end of our 2009-2010 Saratoga High School waterpolo season. I'd honestly been looking forward to it since almost the beginning of the season. But I found that when it finally came, it was bittersweet. At the very beginning of the season I found myself frustrated, bored, and tired of waterpolo. I even went as far as to question why I even did the sport. It just seemed like a waste of time to me.
How much has changed since then. Now I find myself loving the sport again, our whole team are bros, and I'm honestly sad to find that it's all over. I'm going to miss the seniors when they graduate, not gonna lie.
Now that I'm done sentimental-izing, I've got a shoutout for my sport. For all of you out there who think waterpolo is an easy wo-man sports, think again. I doubt that any of you can make it through our warmup, an easy 400 yard swim with some eggbeater (treading) and passing. That's the easy part. I'm sure any of our team could do another sport's warmup. Take football. We can run a lap, do some stretching, maybe some jumping jacks. No big deal. Let's see.. Golf. Uh. Do golfers warm up? Then there's.. track. Track's pretty tough actually. One of those underrated sports where you actually need to be conditioned. You can't get by in track on athletic ability and fitness. Anyways, besides the warmup, there are the actual waterpolo games. You're trying to shoot a big yellow ball into a medium sized cage with a big bear man inside it while other bear men maul you and drown you while you're trying to score. Daunting.
How much has changed since then. Now I find myself loving the sport again, our whole team are bros, and I'm honestly sad to find that it's all over. I'm going to miss the seniors when they graduate, not gonna lie.
Now that I'm done sentimental-izing, I've got a shoutout for my sport. For all of you out there who think waterpolo is an easy wo-man sports, think again. I doubt that any of you can make it through our warmup, an easy 400 yard swim with some eggbeater (treading) and passing. That's the easy part. I'm sure any of our team could do another sport's warmup. Take football. We can run a lap, do some stretching, maybe some jumping jacks. No big deal. Let's see.. Golf. Uh. Do golfers warm up? Then there's.. track. Track's pretty tough actually. One of those underrated sports where you actually need to be conditioned. You can't get by in track on athletic ability and fitness. Anyways, besides the warmup, there are the actual waterpolo games. You're trying to shoot a big yellow ball into a medium sized cage with a big bear man inside it while other bear men maul you and drown you while you're trying to score. Daunting.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Been a while
November, post numero uno!
It's been way too long since I blogged. It's been a combination of homework, writer's block, and just plain being lazy that's kept me from writing. Anyways, life's been good the past month of so. Polo season's ending, that's sad. School's not bad. Choir(s)' are amazing. It's good all around.
Today we had our quad day for homecoming. We'd spent a lot of time practicing and the choreographers worked hard. Despite our work, we were undone by technical issues. No mics meant our live performance, commentary and transitions, and hilarious jokes all went to waste. Imagine that. All that work just to see it ruined by a small technical mistake. Not gonna lie, it was kinda annoying. It left most of our class humiliated and embarrassed by our quad day. Everyone seemed like they wanted to forget about it.
But why feel down about it? It's true, we could have done way better. But given the circumstances, what else could we have done? We did the best we could despite our technical difficulties. And you know what else? We had fun in the process. Honestly, a lot of our 'practicing' time was spent eating food and just hanging. Don't even try to say that wasn't fun. And also I don't even think most of us had to do that much work besides show up and do what we were told. Most of the work was done by the choreographers, but mostly, Anika. She let us use her house week after week and worked the whole time, sacrificing her homework time to make sure we had an awesome homecoming this year. She did all of that while being able to maintain her cheerful disposition and endless optimism. That's a feat more impossible than managing an A+ in an un-curved Kucer test. And you know that? She did all of that without once looking for recognition, or appreciation, or gratitude. She did it because she cared. People like her inspire me and set an example for all of us.
Anyways, looking forward to the junior's and senior's. And to NEXT YEAR'S HOMECOMING. No way next year's not going to be great.
It's been way too long since I blogged. It's been a combination of homework, writer's block, and just plain being lazy that's kept me from writing. Anyways, life's been good the past month of so. Polo season's ending, that's sad. School's not bad. Choir(s)' are amazing. It's good all around.
Today we had our quad day for homecoming. We'd spent a lot of time practicing and the choreographers worked hard. Despite our work, we were undone by technical issues. No mics meant our live performance, commentary and transitions, and hilarious jokes all went to waste. Imagine that. All that work just to see it ruined by a small technical mistake. Not gonna lie, it was kinda annoying. It left most of our class humiliated and embarrassed by our quad day. Everyone seemed like they wanted to forget about it.
But why feel down about it? It's true, we could have done way better. But given the circumstances, what else could we have done? We did the best we could despite our technical difficulties. And you know what else? We had fun in the process. Honestly, a lot of our 'practicing' time was spent eating food and just hanging. Don't even try to say that wasn't fun. And also I don't even think most of us had to do that much work besides show up and do what we were told. Most of the work was done by the choreographers, but mostly, Anika. She let us use her house week after week and worked the whole time, sacrificing her homework time to make sure we had an awesome homecoming this year. She did all of that while being able to maintain her cheerful disposition and endless optimism. That's a feat more impossible than managing an A+ in an un-curved Kucer test. And you know that? She did all of that without once looking for recognition, or appreciation, or gratitude. She did it because she cared. People like her inspire me and set an example for all of us.
Anyways, looking forward to the junior's and senior's. And to NEXT YEAR'S HOMECOMING. No way next year's not going to be great.
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