Mar. 10th, 2006 08:55 pm
sagesaria: (The strange world of Saria-chan's dreams)
I have been askeep since 4:30. Another crazy attempt to completely desctroy my sleep schedule? Perhaps.

I had a beautiful bittersweet dream...I swear to god I would do this...

I dreamed that after school one day, I stayed in the child development classroom for a long time. Really long time. As in hours. I think there was some sort of party. It must have been close to the end of the year. We watched a highlight video of the preschool year, and had a lesson on things to be careful for when teaching children. Then later, either the dream changed or time passed. I was in the gym with my creative writing class, including [livejournal.com profile] spazmaqueen, who was in the class last semester. We had a reading session, and in the middle of it, Ms. Hardinge gave me a flower and mentioned how much they were going to miss me. [livejournal.com profile] iamspicy started reading a children's book she wrote, and the visual style of the dream changed into a Reading Rainbow scene; pictures of the illistrations from Corey's book, read by a deep black man's voice, etc. Before the story even started, I remember a brief image of two young children cozying up to kiss. Tres Miyazaki.

Like I said, bittersweet. Those were obviously related to the fact that I'm not going to be there much longer. I almost cried when I saw my graduation ticker.
sagesaria: (That's....that's so sweet of you!)
I'm such a wimp. I cried because they were looking at a Brachiosaurus. And it's all John Williams's fault.
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Cold shower=relaxing after playing DDR 3 times in a row. I might play more later, but I wanna rest a while.

I called Dunkin Donuts this afternoon. Got the Mad Hatter answer; "No room, no room!" Oh well. They have my number if they get room. I meant to call Wendy's, but Dunkin Donuts kinda got me down. If Wendy's doesn't have room either, I think Pizza Hut and Starbucks are next on the agenda.

I've been playing an emulator of Legend of Zelda: A Link to the Past for the last couple of days. Ah, the memories *_* I'm gonna play a little more after I post this and post to Bunnyhat about DD's.

We're gonna try to have Damien over tomorrow. *crosses fingers*
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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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