Aug. 24th, 2003

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In a little more that 52 hours and 15 minutes, I will be going back to school and will be a Sophomore. Slightly caffeinated and on a teensy bit of an adrenaline rush, I have spent the last half hour sharpening pencils, planning which supplies I should bring on the first day, frantically searching for a small book to bring, rearranging my purse, doing laundry, and looking for cute little magnets that I can stick on the inside of my locker. I guess you could call it the hyperactivity-induced back-to-school jitters.

It was kinda strange; I was looking through all my stuff; old folders of Spanish homework, my student ID card, new folders and binders, everything, and I got this sense of a new start that I got last year. The smell of newly bought school supplies makes me feel that way. Seriously! I love the smell of fresh plastic that a new binder or backpack gives off.

As I was sitting among my old and new school supplies, I kept having these flitting flashbacks of my first days of Freshman year; the first time I had ever set foot in a public school to learn. I remember everything; the feeling of excitement and nervousness, everything seeming so new and alien, the first time I saw Donn Mulderink in Theatre class, the instant knowledge of how much I was going to love my History teacher, and even the things I didn't want to remember, like how I had to go around the school on crutches, getting lost in the halls for ten minutes before I finally found the classroom, and the way I slipped into the wrong crowd.

I loved all (well, almost all) of the group that I ate lunch with, but soon it got out of hand with their constant pressure to do things that I didn't want to and pushing of subjects I had said to drop.

The only good things I can see about it is that they had some good advice for a Freshman like myself, and because I sang for them so much, they introduced me to the talent contest Puttin' on the Hits.

Puttin' on the Hits was my proudest moment that year. A standing ovation before my song was even finished, an article in the school newspaper, and the yearbook referred to me as a favorite performer. *sigh* Sometimes I feel like that was the best day of my life.

I remember everything perfectly, and yet it seems like it was years ago. It's strange, but that's how I feel.

Ok, my late night angsty babble is over now. I'm gonna try to get some sleep now.

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