This is my last blog ever. I have two days of school left. I have to finish my World History final. I have to take the second part of my trig. final. That is all.
I feel very offended, because Ms. Erickson called me a poo poo today. I don’t think I deserved that.
I’m going to have to come back in after school is out to finish a video project. Not that thrilled about that, but it will be okay.
I really love Kaitlynn. She is sitting beside me right now. She is a great person.
Lindsey is on my other side. She is talking on the phone. She hung up, and now she is texting. She is a wonderful person too.
It’s rather hot over here in the West Wing. It feels like the furnace is on.
I still have to find a dress for graduation.
HTV was a really wonderful experience. I will definitely kind of miss it. Just kidding, of course I will miss it!
Goodbye everybody!
It is true. I have nothing of interest that is blog-worthy. So instead of reading about me, I will leave you all with the lyrics to the delightful Beatles tune, Octopus’s Garden, as sung by Ringo Starr:
I’d like to be under the sea in an octopus’s garden in the shade,
He’d let us in, knows where we’ve been, in his octopus’s garden in the shade.
I’d ask my friends to come and see an octopus’s garden with me.
I’d like to be under the sea in an octopus’s garden in the shade.
We would be warm below the storm in our little hide-a-way beneath the waves.
Resting our head on the sea bed in an octopus’s garden near a cave.
We would sing and dance around because we know we can’t be found.
I’d like to be under the sea in an octopus’s garden in the shade.
We would shout and swim about the coral that lies beneath the waves.
Oh what joy for every girl and boy knowing they’re happy and they’re safe.
We would be so happy, you and me, no-one there to tell us what to do,
I’d like to be under the sea in an octopus’s garden with you.
I have decided that college is completely overrated. Who wants to pay one million dollars to go through four more years of school? Do we actually need to have a “career?”
Just kidding of course. But in all seriousness, the hunt for organizations willing to give me money is rather strenuous. Is it too much to ask to not go into debt for my education?
I’ve gotten a little more than half my tuition paid for. But I’ve still got quite a ways to go before I reach my ultimate goal: living on campus. I’m going to a local school, so it’s not exactly required, but moving out would probably be the greatest thing in the world. Not that my family isn’t delightful, but freedom is just to tantalizing a possibility. I would live with one of my dearest friends, and it will be like a slumber party that lasts FOREVER. Yippy. Hoorah. Cool. Awesome. Yeah.
I have officially been to California. I have officially seen a celebrity. I have officially put my hands in the same place as Tom Hanks.
We of HTV (plus some ornery sophomores) attended the delightful, fun-filled, and completely unbiased Student Television Network Convention in Anaheim. It really was a blast, and I’m thrilled that I got to go. I loved touring parts of L.A., seeing places I’ve only ever seen on T.V. By the way, my hands are the exact size of Julie Andrews. Uh huh.
I even liked working on the PSA with Lindsey and Kaitlynn, the only time we actually had to work the whole trip. It was about cyberbullying. Enough said.
Disneyland was magical; we got to go right after we found out we didn’t win the Excellence Award. Space Mountain and the Indiana Jones were the best.
The rest of the trip we were dining at over-priced but delicious restaurants, and shopping at cool but over-priced souvenir shops. Oh, I did get boots for $21.
So at last, the HTV trip is over. The only thing left to look forward to for dear Hillcrest High School is snatching that diploma on May 18th. Forty three school days left. Check.
I have now begun my last semester of high school. I get absolutely thrilled every time I think about it! But because I’m excited, my last days at Hillcrest will probably choose to drag on forever. I’m thinking of making the time go faster by building a robot self that will complete all my schoolwork, and I will go to sleep until May 18th.
Well, I guess I’ll wake up for the Anaheim trip. We HTV kids get to miss school for the first week of March to go to California; I guess I’ll make the sacrifice. Everyone is participating in one category for the STN competition. We get to play at Disneyland, go to beaches, and get a tour of Hollywood. It should be a grand ole’ time!
The trip will be the highlight of this semester. Come graduation, come.
My Thanksgiving was quite enjoyable. The break from school was much needed, after all the effort Kels, Linds, and I put into our last HTV story. I got to see my cousin who I haven’t seen in forever, and we sang Christmas karaoke the whole day long! And of course, I ate double my weight in food, true to tradition. I love mash potatoes, turkey, pie, corn, stuffing, and cookies.
How exciting. My first blog as a senior on HTV. I never thought this would come. Now Coach has to listen and help me while neglecting all the lesser juniors. Having the line producer as my story partner doesn’t hurt either.
So one of our topic options for this blog is “I”m So Over…” Well you know what I’m over? Yeah, I don’t either. But this was seriously the most exciting topic. I could go with the unoriginal senior answer, and say I’m so over high school; that is true indeed. But more than that, I think I’m over complaining. Other people’s, and my own. We all need to grow up and get over ourselves. Basically, I’m complaining about complaining. Such a conundrum…
Thankfully, the 2008-2009 school year is coming to a close… as slowly as it possibly can. It’s been a fun year though, probably my best at Hillcrest. But enough reminiscing. This summer is what matters, and it just so happens that this summer, I’m turning eighteen! It’s unbelievably exciting! I will now be free to use my flesh as a tattoo canvas, and there is nothing my mom can do about it. Accept take away my car, that she owns. I guess I won’t actually start tatting myself up, but I will be free to, and that’s what matters.
Also on the summer agenda: I turned in an application at the zoo last week, so hopefully I’ll have a source of income. My dad is planning a family vacation to Orlando in August, and there’s always my church’s youth camp. It’s looking to be a fun, relaxing few months, preluding my senior year. If it would just hurry up and get here.
While it has been lovely getting lots of sleep this weekend, I sort of miss the open road. Especially now that I’m back in school.
I don’t think I could choose a favorite moment; there were just so many! I really loved seeing New York for the first time, and I wish we could have had more time there. D.C. was cool, despite the long trek. Not to mention all the hotel fun! :)
In short, I’m so glad I was able to go. Honestly, everyone on the staff is awesome, and it was a cool experience. Hopefully, next year’s trip will be just as delightful!
Thanks to everybody!
Well, this is probably my last blog, unless I have a strange urge to blog early tomorrow morning. It has been a wonderful journey that Eli has taken us on, and I have to say I will miss my constant HTV companions. I have seen a lot more of our lovely country, and stayed in more hotels than I can keep track of. Actually, all the days are starting to mesh together in my brain.
The funniest thing that happened today happened about thirty minutes ago. A few of us were already on the bus waiting for the others when all of a sudden, our bus mic started beeping spazztically. Annoyed by thisk, Michael started reading the newspaper on the mic, but that was worse, so we made him stop. Then all of a sudden, we here a woman’s voice on the speakers, talking to us about swimming tonight, and being back in a hotel by eleven o’ clock, so we were naturally very frightened. However, we discovered that a bus like ours was parked near by, and its mic system was bleeding into ours. Michael got back on and told them all to look to the left, which they all did rather studpidly, and gave us great enjoyment at their expense.
Hmm. That probably doesn’t sound as funny as when it actually happened. I’m excited to go home to my bed.
