Maybe This Time

Finals, finals everywhere and no caffeine to drink. Is mai daily wisdom.

The epicness of last night is a secret, kay?

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It occurs to me how strange things are going to be without Becca and Anneke. I mean, it's going to be strange however you slice it in regard to all my friends, but them especially, as I either spend time with one or the other or both. So, without either of them, I'm turning to my friends back home who, no doubt, have made new friendships in their new schools and have grown and changed. It's like cutting into the middle of a movie without seeing the beginning; there's something missing and you have to draw your own conclusions about the plot you've missed thus far. I mean, it's probably not so delicate, but I'm preparing myself for the middle of the movie and already formulating ideas. I've been gone for almost a year with only short, unsatisfying visits between; moreover, the friends closest to me when I left seem a little farther. That's sad, isn't it? I can't count on my siblings (much) to fill in those gaps, so I have a whole summer basically to myself. Mom says I can't get a job (and, frankly, I don't want one) and the likelihood of me finding a pre-cal class is dwindling every day. And you know about the friend situation now. I suppose going back and building up friendships is a viable option, but what happens when September hits again and I'm off to school again for another year? "Oh, see you in four months guys!" Hopefully my point is illustrated.

That aside, I'm excited too. Reading, sleeping, eating, Disneyland, family... though I suspect the novelty of these things, like novelty does, will wear off once my family and I are used to another again (and, therefore, on each others' nerves). Oh, I can't wait to spend summer at the library, which I suspect I will do. Reading is my passion, Passion, PASSION. So I hope I'll have ample opportunity to spend on expanding my reading repertoire and, maybe, I can even buy books! Oh, that would be heavenly. I have a wish list on Borders.com right now, and it's my dream to obtain all these books before I reach the age of twenty one. Sure, I could be excited about legal drinking age, but I'd rather spend time and money on something I can enjoy over and over again, not something that will give me Jondis and a twitch. The only thing is that I have forty items on my wish list, and books aren't the cheapest things nowadays. As for the items, a few of the titles are: The Hunger Games, Graceling, The Hollow Kingdom Trilogy, Stargirl, Flipped, Fire and a few Jane Austen novels. AND SPEAKING OF THE HUNGER GAMES!

Mockingjay, Mockingjay, Mockingjay, mockingjay, mockingjay, Mockingjay, MOCKINGJAY! I don't know if I have ever been so excited for the release of ANYTHING, except maybe Kingdom Hearts II. This series, The Hunger Games triology, is sooooo awesome. I'm serious. I've gotten Anneke, Becca and Melissa to read it, all with the appropriate amount of awe in response (although Anneke's awe was subdued; it's hard to get her excited sometimes). Catching Fire, the sequel, was Ah-Maz-iiiing! Which, Becca, reminds me of our earlier conversation at lunch about us meeting and my "Bus ride from Hell". That is the book I read to soften my awful travel exploit. Anyhoo, I have to wait until AUGUST! for this release and it's slowly killing me, which means my agony is great and unparalleled. I'm going to pre-order it this summer, for it's the only thing that can ease my Mockingjay-fever.... *sigh*

I'm avoiding studying for chem. La. La. La. Chem is so hard to study for, you know. I just can't seem to focus... reaction rate? Something to do with time... Hey, should I know this for the test... Oooh, facebook! Hunger Games fansite... Bathroom! Ohhh, Deviantart and your prettyful Zutara fanart. WRITING! La. La. La. Decomposition rate... something about decomposing... Ooooh, Julie Andrews! La. La. La.

I hate finals. We should have, like, three days without school beforehand to devote to studying for them. I need that, seriously. La. La. La. Well, I should study for chemmm....

La. La. La. Toodle-pip.

Sis-Boom-Bah!

Glory, honor, prestige. Awesomeness. It is in the name of all these things that I, Courtney Wicks, and Hannah Hoffman (who I suspect is less passionate about this than I) are seeking the honor of the President’s Cup (but, really, it’s a bowl). Why, you ask? For the people? Yeah. For the unparalleled, marshmallow feeling of goodness from contributing so much to society and Simpson alike? Yes, we look forward to that. But what really sets our shoes on fire are the possibilities! As we saw that beautiful creation set upon President McKinney's podium this morning at Chapel ("Senior Awards Chapel"), I know I fell in love. The kind of love you only dream about. The kind of love that is dreaming about yourself every single morning eating cereal from that silvery, magnificent bowl. You know, if I ate cereal from that bowl every morning, I'd feel like a winner all day. And don't even get me started on the banana splits that work of art could hold. Why, it's too much to ask. But I'll have a blast trying, and as I sincerely grasp for the honor of such a trophy, I suspect my time at Simpson may be all the more exciting.

On another celebratory note: Woooo! My last official classes were today! I mean, finals are all next week, but I've had the last of everyday class! Oh-ho-ho-hooooo! Thank you so much, God! Of course Chemistry (and carbon molecules) brought up the rear, but that's OK. They're over! Now I'm onto... packing, studying and stressing. Oh, I can hardly wait. And this is where I can only thank God; what else is there? I can't offer much, and a thanks on my new, stupid blog is hardly the honor the King of all Creation deserves, but I'm not going to just say thanks here and forget everything You've ever done for me. And so on. But, I'm so happy and thankful to see the end of the tunnel that is my freshman year as a Biology major. That, in itself, is a miracle.

I've decided to pen down things I know I will need that I didn't know before I came to Simpson. When I was e-mailed the list of things to bring, these priceless articles were missing:

• Chocolate, like, a lot
• A stock of Salt and Vinegar Chips
• Cup of Noodles
• Tapatio
• Your own spices, because The Caf doesn't seem to know what these things are
• Index Cards
• DVD'S! They are all you may ever do on the weekend!
• Books... I mean, if you read them
• One of those cool water containers to fill up in The Caf
• Back forty appropriate shoes
• A formal dress or two
• Rain boots
• Umbrella
• Extra tacks, or you'll have to do what I did: be nefarious and, every once in a while, take a tack or two off of random people's doors
• Camera
• Tea
• Hot Chocolate
• Popcorn
• For me at least: anti-inflammatory, allergy and sinus medication
• Ibuprofen

Uhhmm. That is my wisdom for the day.

Toodle pip.

P.S.,

Don't you hate it when you decide to like somebody and they decide to graduate in a week?

Blame it on Becca

I suppose everyone has Blog Fever at the moment, though to be fair Anneke was really the first one (that I know) to have made one. Hers has some longevity to it, so I really can't compete. But is that really the idea here? I don't think so. That, and Becca Rose exclaimed "You need one!" Well, if I need it, then what else could I do?

Some of this is going to be complicated if I don't map it out for you, I think. I'm a student (if you don't know) at Simpson University and there are a very good number of things that happened which should be chronicled. After all, these are supposedly the "best years of our lives". When we get old and cranky, when our lives mean nothing, shouldn't we have something left of our exploits? Consider this my leaf pressed in an album. When I lose my hearing and my husband dies, at least I'll have my once-blog to fall back on. Seems as good a plan as any, don't you think so too? Well, then here we are, full circle. As for the various things I mention, to those of you who are not Simpson students yourselves and therefore not privy to certain information, I will try and be as generous in my explanation as I can be.

Today has been pretty uneventful compared to most days (in which yelling, nefarious deeds, singing and hiking take place), but it's held its own moments proudly. I'm a Biology major and so I end up dreaming about biology more than I would like, but I can't help it. Last night I dreamed of my chemistry lab (a class which falls from 8-11:10 am every Thursday) and that we got out early: 9:30 am instead of eleven. I woke up refreshed at this hope, only for it to be dashed as 9:30 am passed with no end in sight. Yup. But to be fair we got out at 10:53, still seventeen minutes early as Osama (a fellow Bio major and fabulous friend who, sadly, is transferring at the end of this semester) bid goodbye (quite happily) to her last chem lab at Simpson. I took a few pictures to cherish the experience. Lab in itself was uneventful: ground grass, mixed it with chemicals and separated them chemically, etc. It's verging more into Organic Chem which might be why I didn't seem to grasp it very well (I did retrain some knowledge of green light, though) but... Whatever.

Lunch began hopefully, was awkward, disappointing, then awkward and amazing at the same time. Hopefully: the food smelled wonderful and LOOKED goo too! Awkward: Then, as I sprinkled a lot of green onions on my food, one of the lunch ladies (I was oblivious, I only hear Osama giggling in the background) as I look up is staring at me, incredulous. I'm sure I flushed as I apologized for monopolizing the green onions, but I just love them! She, very hesitantly, laughs unsurely and replies, "I was just thinking that 500 other people eat... but it's OK..." Don't quit your day job for Hollywood just yet, lady. I was very embarrassed, and rightly so. Disappointing: the food was not 1/8 as good as it looked and smelled. Sad day. Awkward and amazing: A friend of mine, Melissa Gambino, looks over at me as we mention The Back Forty (a series of trees, grass and streams, like a miniature and very pretty forest in back of our school) and says something akin to, "The place where you stripped down and jumped in the creek?" I, as well as a few others, double-take-d. Excuse me?

You see, I don't recall this ever happening. After deciding that her accusation was both awkward (cue nervous laughter) and then exclaiming my innocence, Melissa had the good sense to look abashed and doubt the authenticity of this story. As she tells it, I was afraid I had contracted poison oak and, in a fit of alarm, jumped into the creek after stripping down to save myself. This certainly sounds like me, doesn't it? *sigh* I feel this story has been much abused. But, like all OUTLANDISH FALSEHOODS, there was a root of truth here. Once, on a secret mission in the Back Forty, several friends and I were afraid we did contract poison oak. I, nor anyone else in our party, did not jump into the creek. Like reasonable college students, we hiked back to campus, took showers and awaited any signs of being infected. No creek, no stripping. And that's that.

I'm currently seeking out the instigator of this tale. It was one of my close friends, but we are unsure of who it was, as is Melissa. "I forgot," she admitted with a shrug of her shoulders. Whatever! It's only 1:30...

I wonder what else the day has in store. For now, we part.

Toodle-pip.