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Tuesday, April 23, 2002 ( 5:08 AM ) shut up christine It’s almost 5am and I should be studying for my midterm, but then I started reading old emails. To *: I wish I could go up to you and give you a big hug, tell you how much I’m going to miss you, and let you know that I’m glad I had the chance to meet you. Who knows, maybe I’ll surprise myself and do it. That’s how I want to remember you, even if it’s only in my head. # Monday, April 08, 2002 ( 5:24 AM ) shut up christine His name is Scott. He doesn’t know me. He’s a freshman at some fancy Ivy League. He’s really shy. His roommates hate him. He comes up with new math formulas for fun. He does pushups because there’s nothing else to do. He has a hard time meeting people, especially girls. He spends most of his time alone. He’s lonely. Every so often he writes about his life in his journal, and I read about it in my room, 2000 miles away. # Thursday, April 04, 2002 ( 2:30 PM ) shut up christine Finally! I can officially say I’m a big fat nerd. I’M A BIG FAT NERD!! It’s been a long time, years even, since I took a class that made me feel this happy. Finally I have a class that can hold my absolute attention for a full hour and twenty minutes even though I’ve had less than 2 hours of sleep. I have a reason to wake up in the morning and I’m actually looking forward to homework! Hard to believe that is coming from my mouth. This is what a college education should be about. School rocks and I’m a big fat nerd! # Tuesday, April 02, 2002 ( 6:37 AM ) shut up christine It’s a bit early to be writing about stuff like this, but there are only two and a half months of school left. Only two and a half. I’m going to make the best of these 11 weeks…stretch and savor every minute so when it comes time to leave my little slice of orange county, it might look something like this: The room was bare except for a pair of suitcases and a few cardboard boxes sitting in the corner. Christine scanned the area in search of any items accidentally left behind, then her eyes rested upon the window. She stood there admiring the view – the sky was a bright crisp blue, and the grass was so green you could smell its color. It was the best view in all of Mesa. Christine smiled thinking about the countless hours she had spent in front of this window…watching as people passed in and out of her life each day. A part of her wished she could pack her window into a box and take it with her. She closed her eyes and thought about the past year here with all its blessings, failures, successes, mistakes, confusion, improvements, obstacles, excitement, heartache, joy, friendships, laughter, tears, glory, freedom, responsibilities, surprises, and a million other things indescribable in words. She opened her eyes and saw her reflection in the glass, and for the first time, she saw how much she had grown as a person. With one last glance around the room, Christine gathered her belongings--tangible and intangible--and quietly shut the door. # Monday, April 01, 2002 ( 3:24 AM ) shut up christine Counselor: So how was winter quarter, Christine? Christine paused as a million memories raced inside her head. *Choosing an apartment for next year; getting molested at the Boogie; truth or dare; anthro study sessions and sex education; sharing one bed with Gonny, Matt, KC, Mark, Andy, and Karen at the retreat; snowball fight; rotten.com; jello with fruit chunks; orchids from Flo on Valentine’s Day; painting frames; grams from KC; a giant carrot; khalua mudslides; sex cake; table sits in front of the commons; accidentally cutting off a chunk of hair; hyperactive right armpit; chess with Jeff; Moulin Rouge at Lluvia; Geeetar Nights; holding Mike’s hand and almost touching Chester’s butt crack; pictures at the Atrium; Sadies posters that kept flying away; a long talk with Tracy over oatmeal; “Woah, it’s as big as a pencil eraser, Flo??”; couch jumping; stalking; explosive diarrhea and 40 concerned instant messages; areolas – “Why are mine so big? You wanna see?”; buying tons of stuff at the Salvation Army; almost getting my arm cut off while riding in the coney; SRAP conference; hilarious conversations with Gina; totally 80s; “This condom doesn’t taste like mint!”; I Love You Forever and The Giving Tree; Johnson with Jess and Leo with Flo; BEARDS; creamy ramen at 2 in the morning; “Two year olds on crutches are sooo cute!” – Eileen; watching Charlie’s Angels over and over and over again; joining staff; Starbucks; stealing cookies from the commons; Melissa’s bug eyes; salt on slugs; tufts of pubic hair; Training Day; fiesta at Gonny’s; Buca di Beppo.* Christine: Good. It was really good. *Big cheesy smile* # |
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