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7.06.2011
7.01.2011
As of late
I've never really been a fan of the word nostalgic. But somethings, like a few of the events in the past few weeks, can only be described with that word.
First one was Enumclaw High School's graduation. My best friend Aubrey graduated as well as a bunch of other friends. I know that I have changed quite a bit (hopefully for the better) from the me when I graduated and I am so excited for my newly graduated friends and their transition from high school to "the real world." They're going to experience so much in the next year (especially those going to BYU) and I can't wait to hear stories. And yet... I know that the divide between my non-LDS friends and I will grow even deeper. Our college experiences and outlook on life is just too different. I want to be friends but I'm slowly losing grasp on how to be friends with them. It seemed so much easier in high school and now I have to make an effort. People were right when they said that high school is such a small part of your life and that it won't matter when you're an adult. People also said that you would see only a few people from high school ever again and boom, they were right again. But I've maintained a few important relationships and I'm glad I have.
The next was the Academy of Ballet's performance. Last year was supposed to be my last year. I worked my hiney off and earned the star lead in the show (being a senior helped as well), cried after the show was over, and said good-bye. I was NOT going to be the college returnee and come back and steal the light from the girls who deserved it. And yet, I came back. But I can honestly say it wasn't for the glory of being on stage again. Far from it. I did it for a different reason. It gave me time to spend with Aubrey. Dance has always been OUR time. She's one of the few friends I've danced with and the only other girl my age who stuck with it. It was her senior year and I knew that I might regret not taking the extra time to spend with her. So I decided yes. I know I posted a while back on deciding to be in the recital and I can't remember what I wrote. But at end of the performance when the curtains closed and I was tired and ready to be done, I knew that she was the reason why I did it. And okay, I'll admit, it also got my lazy tushy to exercise.
So many of my thoughts rushed to last year. The end of high school, graduating, graduation parties, my dance performance, and saying goodbyes. I think my attachment to Enumclaw has grown less, which I'm kind of glad since I don't plan on sticking around. But I'll visit. So there you have it, my nostalgic moments.
First one was Enumclaw High School's graduation. My best friend Aubrey graduated as well as a bunch of other friends. I know that I have changed quite a bit (hopefully for the better) from the me when I graduated and I am so excited for my newly graduated friends and their transition from high school to "the real world." They're going to experience so much in the next year (especially those going to BYU) and I can't wait to hear stories. And yet... I know that the divide between my non-LDS friends and I will grow even deeper. Our college experiences and outlook on life is just too different. I want to be friends but I'm slowly losing grasp on how to be friends with them. It seemed so much easier in high school and now I have to make an effort. People were right when they said that high school is such a small part of your life and that it won't matter when you're an adult. People also said that you would see only a few people from high school ever again and boom, they were right again. But I've maintained a few important relationships and I'm glad I have.
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| Over a year ago. Oh how things have changed so much. |
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| Best friends from high school. Aubrey and Nerissa :) |
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| Bedda and Julia BYU bound! |
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| Rachael! BYU-I bound :) |
The next was the Academy of Ballet's performance. Last year was supposed to be my last year. I worked my hiney off and earned the star lead in the show (being a senior helped as well), cried after the show was over, and said good-bye. I was NOT going to be the college returnee and come back and steal the light from the girls who deserved it. And yet, I came back. But I can honestly say it wasn't for the glory of being on stage again. Far from it. I did it for a different reason. It gave me time to spend with Aubrey. Dance has always been OUR time. She's one of the few friends I've danced with and the only other girl my age who stuck with it. It was her senior year and I knew that I might regret not taking the extra time to spend with her. So I decided yes. I know I posted a while back on deciding to be in the recital and I can't remember what I wrote. But at end of the performance when the curtains closed and I was tired and ready to be done, I knew that she was the reason why I did it. And okay, I'll admit, it also got my lazy tushy to exercise.
So many of my thoughts rushed to last year. The end of high school, graduating, graduation parties, my dance performance, and saying goodbyes. I think my attachment to Enumclaw has grown less, which I'm kind of glad since I don't plan on sticking around. But I'll visit. So there you have it, my nostalgic moments.
6.19.2011
6.11.2011
There are just some days that are refreshing. Today was one of them. Went to Pike Place today and it was work as usual. But it went really well compared to Wednesday {which was an absolute nightmare}. I met the guy that sells the slippers and hats and he was really nice. Sadly...I already forgot his name. Woops! The sun came out and shined alllll day :) Then this guy came by and bought honey sticks four different times. Each time he did, he had a smile for me and was really nice. And then he whipped out a cheesy pick up line that made me laugh. People were polite and made an effort to be friendly. Knock knock, one of the fish guys, bought me cherries and was his his usual goofy self. But more than other people being nice to you, it's almost even better being nice to other people as well. It's like paying it forward.
Basically, it's amazing what a little friendliness will do. One of the dove chocolate I ate today had such an applicable little saying.
SMILING IS FREE
6.09.2011
Two of my goals for this summer are learning (re-learning) how to sew/alter clothes and to knit. I may as well have told my mother that someone else has taken over my body and that I'm no longer her real daughter. For years, I have absolutely refused to sew. Most of those conversations started with a "Mei, would you like to learn how to sew/hem/alter/stitch/basically anything in this area?" and usually ended with a firm "No."
You should've seen her face when I asked her if we could sew together this summer. I totally rocked her world. Literally. To make matters even worse, Jessica, Jillian, and I are going to have sewing nights. Like little old ladies who have nothing else better to do. And I'm actually excited. Jessica's mom offered to teach us how to make dough as well...
You should've seen her face when I asked her if we could sew together this summer. I totally rocked her world. Literally. To make matters even worse, Jessica, Jillian, and I are going to have sewing nights. Like little old ladies who have nothing else better to do. And I'm actually excited. Jessica's mom offered to teach us how to make dough as well...
Basically I'm becoming domestic. I feel
my pioneer ancestors glowing with pride.
Anyways, there's an update on what gets me excited these days. I'll post my results when they're done! :)
6.05.2011
Dear 7th grader Elizabeth Mei,
Right now you are a huge weirdo. You'll become a bigger brat to your parents but luckily they'll forgive you. You'll get your license and gain a little more freedom. You'll go on your first date, take multiple AP exams, get your first kiss, fight with your friends, get a boyfriend, fail your first test, and basically survive high school. Oh but don't worry, you'll actually score a date to prom. Luckily, life will then get even better (you won't even miss high school, trust me).
You'll graduate, not say good-bye to the people you don't care about, leave the tiny town of Enumclaw, and go to the nice school that accepted you. Your OCDness about your grades paid off friend, don't worry. In fact, you worry too much. Middle school doesn't even mean anything. But anyways, I digress.
Basically, my life is way better than yours. I actually have friends and I talk to people at school. I don't live under my parents' rules (although they never had many). I get to choose what I want to do. The people I meet now don't even believe that I used to be shy, like silent, in school. Crazy, huh? But there is one thing that I am jealous of. You don't care what other people think. You speak your mind, your serious about world issues, you care about saving the earth, your opinionated, and you have a strong spine. Yes, your fashion sense is horrible. And believe me, those army cargo pants and that black shirt with the skull and crossbones will not always be your favorites. Nor will knee socks, those nascar jazz pants, or that striped black and red scarf. But, you just don't care. And that inspires me. Because right now, I'm trying to reach that. I'm hoping I'll look a little better than you do when I try something different but I'm going to need your confidence. I know you suffer from pre-teen insecurities just like all girls do but your defiance in going against the fashion grain is valuable, especially to me now.
I now have have two mottos: What Would Sydney Do (from The Daybook) and would 7th grade Elizabeth be afraid to wear that?
P.S. Goodwill will become your new best friend. Embrace it.
Right now you are a huge weirdo. You'll become a bigger brat to your parents but luckily they'll forgive you. You'll get your license and gain a little more freedom. You'll go on your first date, take multiple AP exams, get your first kiss, fight with your friends, get a boyfriend, fail your first test, and basically survive high school. Oh but don't worry, you'll actually score a date to prom. Luckily, life will then get even better (you won't even miss high school, trust me).
You'll graduate, not say good-bye to the people you don't care about, leave the tiny town of Enumclaw, and go to the nice school that accepted you. Your OCDness about your grades paid off friend, don't worry. In fact, you worry too much. Middle school doesn't even mean anything. But anyways, I digress.
Basically, my life is way better than yours. I actually have friends and I talk to people at school. I don't live under my parents' rules (although they never had many). I get to choose what I want to do. The people I meet now don't even believe that I used to be shy, like silent, in school. Crazy, huh? But there is one thing that I am jealous of. You don't care what other people think. You speak your mind, your serious about world issues, you care about saving the earth, your opinionated, and you have a strong spine. Yes, your fashion sense is horrible. And believe me, those army cargo pants and that black shirt with the skull and crossbones will not always be your favorites. Nor will knee socks, those nascar jazz pants, or that striped black and red scarf. But, you just don't care. And that inspires me. Because right now, I'm trying to reach that. I'm hoping I'll look a little better than you do when I try something different but I'm going to need your confidence. I know you suffer from pre-teen insecurities just like all girls do but your defiance in going against the fashion grain is valuable, especially to me now.
I now have have two mottos: What Would Sydney Do (from The Daybook) and would 7th grade Elizabeth be afraid to wear that?
{bring it on}
P.S. Goodwill will become your new best friend. Embrace it.
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