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| so i logged into xanga like 2 days ago. i tried to log in now (obviosuly i got in) but it only took me 14 attempts at my password.
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| hi. my name is samantha lew. i go to UC Davis. i am a first year and it's amazing. i am on the UCD Women's Rowing team. We wake up at 5 AM to work out. I have an erg in my house right now. It is winter break, and I miss Davis, a lot. thanks for reading my xanga. Xanga was so freshman year. and by freshman year I mean 2004. Wow I feel old.
Happy Belated Haunkkah
Merry Christmas.
Happy New Year.
Happy Presidents Day.
Happy Birthday.
Happy New Year.
until next year, when im a successful sophomore...
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CROSS COUNTRY
NCS CHAMPIONSHIPS
TODAY
Hayward High
Division 3 Boys: 12
Division 3 Girls: 1:30
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| o. this is kinda really depressing.
so long sweet mother truckin summer.
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as i was talking to clarke...
"so what did you do on the last day of summer?"
"homework."
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It seems like yesterday was the last day of school.
It seems like yesterday we were finishing our last final and just
breathing. signing yearbooks. Saying our last goodbyes until next year,
only because you know you wouldnt see them until then. It seems like
yesterday and tomorrow i would be hanging out with friends into the wee
hours of the night. It seems like just yesterday all my friends came
and went from place to place. It seems like they didnt even go at all.
I remember the feel of the sun. The warmth. How far the beginning of
school was, yet it's fucking here guys. Its really here.
The things I did back in the early month of July are so cleanly
imprinted into my head, a crystal clear memory of what happened, who I
was with, what we talked about. Yet it really did happen that long ago.
There was a lot less neighborhood time. A lot more school friend time.
In the past, hanging out with the upperclassmen was a priority, keeping
in touch with those few people you know you had a relationship you
treasured. This summer, dude, we ARE the upperclassmen, and there was a
lot less hanging out with those older kids. Now theyve gone off to
college, in a way Ill only relive those moments of last summer hanging
out with those older kids maybe a few times. Lets just hope that that
spark of friendship can rekindle itself.
Last Monday we went to Manresa beach, and the drive home with Paula,
Scott and Justin was just so refreshing. Having a very un-awkward
personal conversation, it was all completely random. All I could think
to myself on the drive home was, where did the time go?! Now that its
the last day of summer all I can say is where did the time go
All I know is it was a good mother truckin summer. There were only a
few me days where youre just at home, entertaining yourself a break
from people, a break from real life, just indulging yourself into self
reflection and yes, boredom. But there were only a few of those, and a
lot more hang out with kids.
Maybe I just am not looking forward to school starting, yet keep making
summer memories. This summer was everything it was supposed to be.
There was laughter. There was friendship. There was those talks you longed for.
Everyone I hung out with just made the day come and go. This summer was
filled with a pinch of doubts, a dash of regret and disaster, but
nonetheless a heap full of fun.
Theres nothing exciting about school starting. Yeah its our senior
year, but im more excited for the events, rather than actually
returning to school
There was nothing exciting about receiving schedules
There was nothing exciting about seeing who is in my classes, though I
havent told many my schedule, for the first time I followed through of
finding out the first day of school, because you know I really dont
care whos in my classes. They always end up to be fun and with great
people. So if youre in my classes this year, surprise! Im in your
class. And it will be a grand year.
All I can tell you schools going to bite. Senior picnic is September
14th. I remember being the freshman and seeing how less chaotic the
halls were when the seniors were gone. How much easier it was to move
from class to class during mock trial. Now its our turn. Do you know
how WERID that is?
Senioritis has already set in. At least the art honors project is being
completed today and not tomorrow in stat. At least summer reading is
being completed this weekend instead of the first weekend; hey its
fresh in your mind now, right?
Going back to school means not being home until dusk sets in
Going back to school means homework, tests, and projects.
Going back to school means friends on a daily basis, but thats not
necessarily good. I enjoyed summer and seeing those who I did see.
Talking to those who I did see. Laughing with those who I did see.
Going back to school means not seeing the teachers I want to be there.
Going back means going to advisory and not drawing pictures, having
amazing parties like we did, it means writing a sappy letter with your
advisory class and asking your old teacher to come to graduation.
Going back means having to actually deal with people who are stressing
out. I am not at all one bit excited for any of my classes. The only
class I want to go to is the one that starts at 6:55 AM. Leadership.
Screw supposed to be fun and chill class art honors, because it really
isnt. Screw do nothing in sports med. Screw homeroom Tuesday, because
we all know it will always be advisory. And advisory whatever you want
to call it, just wont be the same this year. Thats the one class that
just clicked once a week, with group discussions and fighting,
bickering, now its all gone.
Going back to school means that in one year we wont be going to
Northgate, yet separating around the country. One year, it seems so far
but we all know its going to be tomorrow. And then our lives begin.
So I have to do my art honors assignments now. And then I have to write
my summaries. And maybe finish up the roll of film to say at least I
took pictures. And then maybe Ill do the rest in stat. And then I have
to go find stuff for school. God. That sounds so horrid. School. I have
put stuff in my backpack, for school. For the first time this summer,
that backpack will be packed with binders, paper, pens, pencils not fun
stuff like cameras, film, clothes, bathing suits, mad libs, but
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