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Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on Nov 13, 2006 20:32:06 GMT -5
So help me, I will reach two pages....
*coough*
Entry number 5
Volleyball has ended. Thus concludes a chapter of my life that I shall never live again. All that's left are memories....
Our season wasn't so good, to say the least. We went into District tournaments with a record of 2 and 14. Means we won two times out of sixteen games. Ouch, to say the least. However, we finished fourth in Districts, which is practically unheard of for a school the size of ours with a record as terrible. Unfortunately, we pretty much got beat down in Divisionals, but at least we made it. That's better than any other Valley team can say. Our soccer team didn't even make it to tournaments....
Now, I don't actually play volleyball. I'm terrible at it. Tend to catch the ball with my head an awful lot. So I manage. Stats, water bottles, boo-boos, you name it, I pretty much do it. I even got to tape ankles, this year. I've managed the varsity squad since my sophomore year, so this being my last year is... well, pretty intense. I made my last stat Friday at 1:24. Sadly, it was a missed pass.
There's nothing quite as depressing as marking down your last volleyball tally as a missed pass.
We all went to the locker room, I last, since I had to tally up all of our stats. I went back there, and everybody was crying. So, logically, I started crying, and it was a real tear fest. I rarely cry, but that last game was a bit of a momentous occasion for all of us. Our last game, last point, last stat. Wow.
Then we went to Appleby's, and spent the rest of the day laughing hysterically because we were all pretty much emotionally spent. Heh. Winky's the Burger palace pretty much killed us. And the guy making jokes who was our waiter... probably thought we were all high. Yeah.
So it's all over, but life goes on. AP Chemistry is impossible, but incredible, as well. I've never been so mentally challenged in my life, and I love it. Along with AP English, I'll never spend another night without homework again. I've honestly had one or two days this whole year without homework. Completely blows my mind.
Finished one application for college. Thomas More College of Liberal Arts. What an incredible place.... God, help me get in. It's so perfect. And it's in New Hampshire. *sigh* So far away, and I won't be able to take my car. Sean gets it.... bother. He's going to send me pictures of it every week, so that I can make sure he's not hurting it. Little punk... and I'll have to ride a bike. I'm going to look stupid on a bike. All I'm going to need are Birkenstocks....
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Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on Nov 13, 2006 20:32:36 GMT -5
TWO PAGES!!!!
My life is complete.
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Post by Morgana Le Fay on Nov 15, 2006 9:37:16 GMT -5
Finished one application for college. Thomas More College of Liberal Arts. What an incredible place.... God, help me get in. It's so perfect. And it's in New Hampshire. *sigh* So far away, and I won't be able to take my car. Sean gets it.... bother. He's going to send me pictures of it every week, so that I can make sure he's not hurting it. Little punk... and I'll have to ride a bike. I'm going to look stupid on a bike. All I'm going to need are Birkenstocks.... NO WAY!!!!! Thomas Moore is in the town next to me!!! I've been by it so many times. That is so scary!! And cool!! Warious applied there and she got in, so you have a great chance! It's a really great area, right near Nashua and Merrimack... Just stay away from the tree streets.... There's lots to do. And there's a bus service. ^.^ Best of luck, Dun!
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Post by Master Warious on Nov 16, 2006 14:01:08 GMT -5
OMG!!!!!! MY APPRENTICE IS LOOKING AT A COLLEGE I ALMOST WENT TO AND IT'S IN MY STATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on Nov 16, 2006 20:40:33 GMT -5
REALLY!?!?
*bounces*
I'm sending my application off tomorrow... what did you think of it? Is it worth moving a whole freaking world away to go to, or am I wasting my time? Tree streets?
I decided today that I'm really, really going to miss the mountains in Montana. They're... incredible, and I've woken up everyday of my life looking at them. I've never lived out of Montana. Montana. It means mountains... *sigh* It's just beginning to hit me that if I go to school in New Hampshire, I won't see my family more that two times during the school year. Christmas... and.... maybe just once. *double sigh* I.... wow. It's so far......
But it seems like this is what God wants for me. The only thing that my parents told me whilst I was wandering about checking out college stuff is that they really want me on the western side of the US. New Hampshire is, obviously, rather towards the east. Almost as east as one can go. So, I crossed my fingers and left the viewbook sitting out on my chair, hoping my mom or dad would come across it and be really, really impressed, but not really expecting anything to come of it. My mom came up to me literally the next day and said, "Did you see this school?! It's perfect..." Shock and awe. Even my dad wants me to get in.
Maybe it's because my brother's decided that he'll go to school at Montana Tech. Heh. At least they'll have one kid only a couple of hours away.
But my mother's terrified that I'll meet a nice Catholic boy from New York and move away forever. Heh. Well, I'll just hope that he looks like the cop from CSI: New York. Double heh...
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Post by Master Warious on Nov 16, 2006 22:15:44 GMT -5
It's an excellent school Dun. It just wasn't where God wanted me I guess. I"m really very happy where I am. The class I sat in on twice was phenominal. My mom was really hoping I'd go there too because it is such an excellent place. Hey, if your parents are excited about it even though its farther then where they waned you its worth looking into. Hey, we might even get to meet someday!!!! YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.... What's wrong with catholics? They're not ALL Catholic in that school. Its just predominant.
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Post by Morgana Le Fay on Nov 17, 2006 10:48:32 GMT -5
One thing about southern NH is it's pretty flat compared to mountains - very hilly, yes, but kinda flat. Very small town but big city feel ...ish. It's a really nice area ( but then I'm biased - I've lived my entire life around and in it ). The tree streets are on the total other side of Nashua, the nearest city. Let's just say there's a lot of problems over there. Merrimack's nice, just watch out for all the pot holes and the crazy driving ex-Massholes. I think you'll like it here - it's good to be somewhere different for a bit.
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Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on Nov 17, 2006 23:03:22 GMT -5
I'm a Bitterrooter. No fear from crazy drivers here... I am one.
Absolutely nothing. I'm just not one. I'm... nondenominational. Christian, but I pretty much just believe the Bible. I have a couple of great friends who are Catholic (not seriously, but still Catholic) and I have nothing against them. But we've pretty much decided that I'm mailing my weekly Mass drawings to one of my friends.... heh. Don't take offense at that...... we're all a bit.... unorthodox....
M'kay, entry...
Entry Numero Six
AP Chem Lab writeups are of the devil. Well, technically, they're of Mr. Koch. But since Mr. Koch is practically the devil, I can say that. Wow, talk about hard. I love chem, but I'm learning to dread lab days... *shudders*
Huh. I don't have anything else to say. That's.... profound....
*wanders off to ponder the meaning of life*
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Post by Master Warious on Nov 19, 2006 19:13:29 GMT -5
42!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
or
"The meaning of life is to end" ~ Agent Smith
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Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on Nov 20, 2006 22:43:26 GMT -5
Heh. I'll make sure to remember that.
Entry Number Sevenorso
I pulled a B on that lab. *cackles* The BS runs strong, in my family. Actually, it does. My uncle once wrote a college paper on rockclimbing in a night, having never actually rock climbed before, and pretty much smoked the whole class. I <3 my family.
I really need to break myself of the <3 thing. I've been saying that all week....
I only have one more day of school this week. So nice, that. AP English to do, but I can handle that. And yet another lab, but I should pretty much ace this one, since I actually know what was going on.... yayz. I love comprehension. It's so.... handy.
I don't, however, understand photoelectrolysis, or whatever the heck we're talking about, at the moment. v = lamda nu.... or something. Bah. Stupid light waves and electrolysis and stuff.... and Mr. Koch. I <3 Mr. Koch... bah. I did it again.
I'll be jumping off this cliff into the nice, tidy little grave that my AP English teacher dug for me today, so I'll see you all later.... out.
Or in, I guess. Nevermind.
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Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on Jan 30, 2007 22:03:39 GMT -5
Woo. College updation time.
Entry Number..... Eight? Yeah. Eight.
Both of my applications are off, and with good results, so far. I've been accepted to Sioux Falls (USF), and am a finalist for their Honors Scholarship. Which is like 30,000 dollars, so that's nice. Anyway, I'd better be a finalist. That application was a pain in the butt to finish... seriously. I got it literally two days before it had to be sent, so I had to find two teachers to write recommendations (which is hard, as the rec. I got for Thomas More took the lady something like two weeks to write...hmm.... ), write two essays (sally ones, luckily.... 250 words is nothing), a résumé (*mutters darkly*, and some other immensely stupid stuff. Literally took me until four in the morning, two nights in a row.
Stupid résumé thing, anyway.
But that was good. And I talked to the people from Thomas More for a while. I really need to see A River Runs Through It, because people keep talking to me about it. I mean, I know that it was filmed in Montana, but I've never actually seen it. And I guess every other Montanan has, so that's a problem... anyway. I'm going to be in really good shape if I go to Thomas More. Lots of miles on a bike.... and cold. Brr. Bah... anyway. I say that a lot...
Writing the Faith and Reason scholarship essay for them. That stinks.... almost done, but I have to be finished by Wednesday. Tomorrow. *more dark mutters* Because I have an AP Chem lab due on Friday, so I have to have all of Thursday night to do that. And I have to memorize this poem for AP, Poetry out Loud crap, or whatever. Good poem, but I'm really, really tired.
And I haven't eaten since lunch. Should probably go do that.
Righto. Out.
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Post by Master Warious on Feb 2, 2007 11:33:05 GMT -5
Good luck with Faith and Reason. Its a toughie. I hope you get it though cause if ou win its what? free ride i think.... meh I need to finish my japanese homework.
GOOD LUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on Feb 3, 2007 12:23:22 GMT -5
Half-tuition. Which is still pretty intense, but yeah.
I finished the accursed paper. And apparently it made sense to all of the other people who've read it, but I pretty much think it was... insensible. 'Course, that's pretty much how I write, so it's no diversion from the norm. At the end, when I was totally stressing out about how I was going to conclude it, I decided, What the heck is my problem?! It's not like the rest of my life was hinged on that particular essay.... and, hey, I had nothing to lose! I can always go to Sioux Falls and major in English, and get my Teacher's Certificate at the same time! And my financial aid is going to be incredible, so the extra money will be nice, but if I don't get it, then I won't go into debt, anyway.
So I finished it in about three minutes, when I'd sat there rewriting the end for about four hours.
It's off, and that's nice, because it's one more thing I don't have to worry about. Yay.
Heh. Have fun with your Japanese, Warious...... out.
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Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on Feb 15, 2007 23:50:39 GMT -5
I WAS ACCEPTED TO THOMAS MORE!!!
*cough*
Entry Number Nine, because I didn't number the last one.....
Anyway, yeah. Accepted at Thomas More. Woohoo. Haven't gotten an answer about Faith and Reason, yet, but we'll see. That's about it.
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Post by Tiana, eh? on Feb 19, 2007 4:50:47 GMT -5
Hmmm. Sounds like the way I write. W00t for insensibility, unless your grade depends on it.
^_^
I'm so tired, I'm reading journals, something I never do. BUT IT'S MY LAST NIGHT HOME ALONE MUST TAKE ADVANTAGE OF FAST COMPUTER ARGH ASPLODE.
Okay, I'm going to bed nowkthx glad you got into collage make ur time hahaha all ur base are belong to us.
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Post by Master Warious on Feb 19, 2007 11:42:38 GMT -5
YAY!!!!!!!! Congrats Dun!!!!!
*does victory dance*
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Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on Feb 19, 2007 17:32:41 GMT -5
Yeah. Boy was it one long weekend.
Entry... Ten. I think I've misnumbered this again...
I just spent a couple of days at USF, for Honors Scholarship interviews... it turns out that I'm pretty much guaranteed one of three scholarships, which is nice except that I'm not sure I really want to go to USF.. bah. Being a finalist pretty much means that if you go, you're an Honors scholar, which means your classes are harder.
Which is stupid, because I'm barely passing LIFE right now, much less with honors. Sigh.
So, I'll find out what I end up with by March first. And I think that's when I find out about Faith and Reason, as well. All that means is that I have to decide in the next month which school I'm going to go to. More sighing.
Thomas More is great. But it's so, so far away. And USF is... not as great as Thomas More, but I know a ton of people there, now. And they're all great. And the professors... are awesome. I don't know.... bah.
My friend got engaged this week, though. That was... cool, I guess. It's weird. It seems too soon, but I guess that's not really for me to decide. But whatever.
And I got a tea-strainer. That was pretty much the highlight of my week.
^_^
Quite. I've noticed that phenomena, myself.
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Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on Feb 22, 2007 20:45:11 GMT -5
Entry Number 11. Which was almost Nimber 11, which just isn't right...
I have approximately two weeks to decide which college that I'm going to. And I have no idea.
Almost every part of me wants to go to Thomas More. It just seems so... right. I can't explain it beyond that. Everytime I think about it, I've just got this overwhelming sense of peace. Of course, that could just be senioritis, which has set in big time, but I'm leaning towards a sort of I'm supposed to go there thing. It's so small, which frankly freaks me out, because I'm discovering that I need people to live... and so very far away from Montana. So, so far away.
As in, my closest friend will be in... lessee... Virginia, I think. I've always lived a bit away from everyone, but most of a continent away seems like.... overkill, maybe?
USF seems like it should be what I need, but after spending time there, I just don't know. I met a lot of people that I really liked, which is a new thing because I don't generally like people. And these were people that I just met randomly outside of the interview room, and was immediately able to talk to. Not very deep conversations or anything, but I'm not usually very good at talking. I now know about.... twice the amount of people that I did before, after one weekend. It's bizarre.
So. I'd have people, and I'd be able to come home rather more often. But there'd be this awkwardness with my friend that goes there, because the only time I felt uncomfortable the whole time I was there was when I was hanging out with her and her friends. And that really, really bothered me. Most of the reason I was even looking at going to USF was because she did, and I don't think I'd really hang out with her at all, even if we lived in the same building. Her friends... weirded me out.
On top of all that joy, I have to give my Senior chapel in a week. Which means I get to stand up and speak in front of the whole high school (which, granted, is only about 150 people that I already know). Yayz. I really dislike public speaking... ah, well. Such is life, I guess.
And then there's the senioritis. So, they warn you about this at the beginning of the year when you're all hyped and prepared to work your butt off to get amazing grades, and you're just like, "Yeah, whatever, that won't happen." And then, half way through the year, you realize that you just don't want to do high school anymore. I'm done with high school, right now. Not in the literal way - I don't graduate until May. Physically, I'm still going to school. But mentally? I'm done. I'm ready to go to college now.
Am I mature enough to kick the high school bucket? Heck no. But I'm done. Stupid high school, anyway.
Out, before I work myself into a frenzy and run down the road and jump off the bridge into the frozen river. Which I wouldn't do, because I just too darned lazy. And I have an AP Chem test to study for... out, for reals.
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Post by Jandalf on Toast on Feb 23, 2007 0:37:58 GMT -5
Almost every part of me wants to go to Thomas More. It just seems so... right. I can't explain it beyond that. Everytime I think about it, I've just got this overwhelming sense of peace. Of course, that could just be senioritis, which has set in big time, but I'm leaning towards a sort of I'm supposed to go there thing. It's so small, which frankly freaks me out, because I'm discovering that I need people to live... and so very far away from Montana. So, so far away. I felt the same way about going into Red River College... just peaceful about it, like it was exactly what was supposed to happen. Loved the campus, the program, everything, and it still seems to be what's right now that I'm three-quarters of the way through the first year. Situation's fairly different, though, in that I hardly ever know anyone to begin with wherever I go, it seems, and it's an hour and a half's drive away instead of two-thirds across the country...
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Post by Tiana, eh? on Feb 23, 2007 1:26:34 GMT -5
I just want out of my house, to be living ALONE, darnit. I need people to live too, but, wow, being alone was so nice... having to cook and clean for myself, and suffer on my own, and sleep without siblings making funny noises.... heh. Okay, fine, but, y'know. I have no idea where I'm going for collage. I'm not really looking. I don't know what I'm doing with myself. (implodes) Ugh. Guys. I have to stop thinking about guys!! /rant I should really start using my journal again. (hides) Sorry, Dun.
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