Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Funny Things

A yearbook is a funny thing. Maybe funny isn't the right word. Most of the pages don't matter. Someone hands you the thing, and you aren't to read a single hand-written word. Everything you are holding in your hands belongs to the memory of the ownder, and it is strictly unshareable. You make your mark. If it's just a classmate you're acquainted with, something along the lines of "I loved being in (class) with you! Good luck next year at (school) !" will do. They are empty messages, thoughtlessly written to get through the stack, but you want countless amounts of such messages in there anyways. Sometimes, they'll branch out and insert "I'll never forget the time (teacher) yelled at us for (unacceptable behavior) ! Good times!"


Either way, it is the seeming novels that matter. Pages written in a tiny script in at least half an hour. They are the most honest messages friends ever need to tell each other. Such honest, though, only comes written as a parting messag. Such honesty never witnesses more than two pairs of eyes, the writer and the friend. There are millions, undoubtedly, of such messages scrawled through misty eyes, and no onebut one person will ever read them. They are the greatest secrets of our lifetime, and we keep them stacked in the basement only to be pored over by curious children years later. They do not bother reading the most valuable messages. Those honest words are safe because they are long and irrelavent. Not sad to them, not funny. Your kids weren't there, your kids don't remember. Maybe soon, given another couple years, you won't either.


But I'm not there yet, I've still got time to cherish memories only my eyes will register.


And before it's too late, I want to thank those that took the time to etch letters onto my pages (and with them, memories in my mind) - they may only make sense to one person, but that does not make them insignificant.

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Thank Our #1 Fan

This post is dedicated to our "#1 fan" (not my words) who requested that we update our bulletins. So here.


Actually, as much thanks as I have for our biggest fan, I want this post to be for all of the people I've met, talked to, crossed paths with, befriended, loved, and got to know in the past four years. Most of those people have impacted me, and I don't want to sound cheesy, but too late.


In exactly one week, I'll be moving into my dorm at NYU. As much as I want the next seven days to fly by, I realize that next Sunday, I'll think "Wow, that week went by fast." And so will every other week, and somehow my next four years will go by just as quickly. I don't think it's a good thing to be in conscious realization of the fast movement of time, because instead of living up the present moments, I'll be dwelling on the fact that it's going to be over in the next.


It's a habit I'm going to try to kick. My problem being that I worry too much about too much. I've got to settle on existing in the moment that is "now," let it come, and not be obsessed with the fact that it'll pass as soon as it came.


I don't know how much sense this is making to anyone, but writing it down might help me.


Anyways, I'm also determined to make the next 4 years the best of my life. I don't know where I'll be in 2013, what I will have planned for myself. Right now, though, I'm certain that I still have time to live more or less carefree (versus the popular 9-5 lifestyle that usually follows college). AND THAT'S WHAT I'M GONNA DO.


Okay, that's all. I'll try to update more often.

Monday, May 25, 2009

A Year in Review

Today, I told a friend:

"at the beginning of the year, we had this huge mound we knew we'd have to tackle, and we were kind of... nonchalant about it. we knew it'd happen, but we just lived life, you know? and we applied to schools, and it was grueling (i can't believe we applied this year... wow) and we wanted it to be over. and then we waited, and senioritis hit. we finally got into schools, and now it's over. everything that we've been looking towards at senior sunrise is now coming to a close."


And that's really all I have to say on the matter because as much as I'm looking forward to the coming fall, I am in awe at how quickly it all unraveled.

Thursday, April 9, 2009

April 9, 2009

I have a problem with clichés.


Because when using one is actually fitting, you lose all seriousness and it's a very sad moment.

Monday, April 6, 2009

Envelope Glue!

Between my two and a half hour nap, breakfast at three in the afternoon, and eating Girl Scout Cookies and ice cream, I feel utterly unproductive today. But I'm okay with that.  


And yesterday, I decided on where I'm going to college. NYU 2013! Yup, yup.


I just licked my deposit envelope closed. I have never before been more comfortable with the taste of envelope glue.

Monday, March 16, 2009

In the land of sarcasm and AWESOMEness.

The College Process:


1. Work hard since kindergarten. (This can be compared to climbing a mountain in the Himalayas.)


2. Be involved. (Help out the environment on the way, throw the trash in your backpack, push some rocks to the side to make the path better for people taking the hike behind you. But make sure people know YOU'RE the one who did it.)


3. Research schools. (Yeah, I don't really know how to fit this into my awesome metaphor.)


4. Applications, Essays. (Right about now, you're thinking about turning back, but in your 12 years of education, you've learned that if you're already halfway there, you might as well keep going to the end.)


5. Waiting on replies. (You're pretty much at the top, but there's no oxygen up there, so you're suffocating and it's very sad.)


6. Remember that financial aid is important. (Again with the lack of an awesome metaphorical comparison.)


7. Then, BAM! You get in! (And this is like getting back down where there's more room, there's people to talk to, and YOU CAN BREATHE GODDAMMIT!)

Thursday, March 5, 2009

A little lobbying here and there...

Tuesday night, lying in bed, I thought to myself, 'It'd be funny if I didn't set my alarm.' Well, I did set it, and to the appropriate time, too: 4:40AM. I just didn't turn it on. My dad woke me up at 5AM, and I rushed to get ready in fifteen minutes.


At 5:20 in the morning on Wednesday, I was to report to the administration building of school district. From there, a group of fifteen students, myself included, my AP Government teacher, the superintendent, and a local reporter, would take a school bus up to Albany and lobby against unfunded mandates that schools in New York must follow. Our district has no problem following these, and is one of the most compliant and effective. Yet, many of these mandates do not pertain to us, or are unnecessary, yet cost us hundreds of thousands of dollars.


A vital detail: We did not take a four hour bus ride to ask for more money.


Set with specific examples, we were to meet with three of our representatives: Assemblyman Michael Fitzpatrick, NYS Senator John Flanagan, and NYS Senator Suzi Oppenheimer.


When we reached our state capitol, we took a tour of the building (extravagant and expensive), and then made our way to Assemblyman Fitzpatrick's office. I think he forgot that he was talking to people who will all be able to vote in the next election. Continuously dropping the metaphor that sounded like he pulled it out of a local gazette of, "taking off the rose colored glasses and putting on clear ones," we were told again and again that the state had no money to give us. We weren't asking for money. He also told us that there was not even another place would could take money from. We weren't asking for money. We were also told that if we were to get what we wanted, someone else would complain. That doesn't really matter because this is your job, but he did not really want to understand what we wanted, which was not money from him. Finally, he said that none of what we wanted could get done because he was now in the minority (he can be considered one of the most, if not the most, conservative assemblyman in Albany right now). Overall, we were treated like we were middle schoolers who did not understand politics (all of us are seniors in high school studying AP Gov), and we were told that our goals were impossible.


Maybe we weren't clear on what we wanted, as Assemblyman Fitzpatrick seemed to have no idea what we were lobbying for. Yet, during our last meeting, our main speaker was told that she was one of the best speakers they had heard, being clear, concise, and offering proof and evidence.


That day, one man lost at least fifteen votes in next year's election.


Senator Flanagan was next on our itinerary, and he rushed out of a meeting to hear us out. While he told us that he doesn't dance around anything, we heard about his children and children along with some of their notable endeavours, how much he loves our town (he is from the next town over), and asked us about our tour. He told us he agreed with all we were saying, and he was doing his best to do exactly what we wanted. He was a bit rushed and tight on time (though he obviously did have enough of it to tell us a little about his personal life...), but we did get our point across, and we learned that what Assemblyman Fitzpatrick told us was impossible, was actually... not.


We were then called to call his assistant when we finished with Senator Oppenheimer, and he would take us to the Senate, which is off bounds to the public. And then we'd take a picture, and everyone would receive a copy. How... political of him. Either way, we had much more of a pleasure talking to him than our first experience which left us feeling downtrodden.


After a short lunch, we learned that Senator Oppenheimer was unable to make the meeting, but we met with two of her representatives, who, even though they had only worked under the Senator for at most, two weeks, knew all of her stances. Those stances were very promising for us. The two women seeing us took diligent notes on all we had to say, all the numbers and statistics we offered them, and our solutions to the issue (they were the only ones to write all of this down).


The day improved as it went on, and we left with on a good note. But no matter how the day ended, we will not forget our meeting with Assemblyman Fitzpatrick (as you can probably tell, by the fact that I bring him up many a time).


And overall, this was a very good experience, seeing the functions of the government and how it actually goes through it's motions. As it always is, I learned more from this one day than any length of time in a classroom. And while politics is certainly not something I would like to go into, i have a better understand of how it all actually works, what the people are really like, and a more substantial opinion on the whole matter.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

February 10, 2009

I recently read about Bill Gates and his AWESOME plan to teach people a lesson about malaria.


Well, good. I bet the people at the TED2009 Conference were worried that the mosquitoes Bill Gates released during the discussion had the disease. They were probably all scrambling to get out of the room in fear. What a waste of keeping mosquitoes trapped in a jar.


It actually sounds like a very Michael Scott (of the Office) thing to do. Or maybe even Dwight Schrute, who on a recent episode set the office on fire to teach his co-workers about fire safety. He nearly killed a guy who suffered from a heart attack.


What an idiot (that refers to... yeah, draw your own conclusions).


Read the full story here.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

January 21, 2009

Never before has time moved this quickly for me. But maybe a few updates on my life before all I hear is the sound of it moving past me?


I, like many others, was moved by yesterday's Inauguration. It's a bizarre feeling to know that there was a major shift of power just last night, and yet, we're all here. Every four years or so such a shift happens, yet, America succeeds in a peaceful transition each time, something unheard of in some other countries, and even in our own only a few hundred years ago. It's also momentous time for my generation, because this is really the first time we are witnessing such an event with our memory completely useable. At ten, I didn't really think much of presidential elections. But I wish President Obama the best of luck!


Since the new year, I've started a... project I guess in which I take one photograph a day. You can see my progress here. Unfortunately, I went over my upload limit for the month, so I can't update that until February. But I have indeed so far taken 21 pictures. I consider it a success. (The picture below is the one from today. If I can't post it on Flickr at the moment, I'll put it here.)


But I feel good about this year. In tone with Obama's inauguration, it's definitely going to be a year of change. I'll be moving on to an independant existance, along with thousands of other high school seniors. But I'm excited.


There's a Killers show in Madison Square Garden this Sunday. I'll be there. I'll also be at the Bishop Allen show on April 5. Concerts give me things to look forward to, and somehow, time goes by faster when I've got a show schedule. Before I know it, it'll be Sunday. And then April 5 (and maybe some other dates in between?).


And everything seems to be a final hurrah before I leave the people I grew up with.