Thank you Christina, Katie, Carolyn, and Paulina lol
warning: gossip girl character references and spoilers .. not that many really care
So after speaking with a friend about the Gossip Girl boys, we questioned, where are are the chivalrous boys out there like Nate? Or the cute/romantic/down-to-earth boys like Dan? Or the go-getter, successful, suave boys like Chuck?
In tonight's episode, Jenny (the youngest character on the show) is roofied and then brought to a club. Nate calls her, tracks her down through his nifty tracker device in his phone (?), and rushes to the club to save her from an almost rape.
Dan is perfectly happy just hanging out with his recent girlfriend (but formally friend-with-benefits) and his idea of a perfect date is just sitting in the dorm with Vanessa.
Chuck loses his hotel business and his mother but still manages to find his way back to his girlfriend and confine in her.
Note: all of these boys are also ridiculously good-looking.
I can't help to be disillusioned by my experiences that these boys don't exist. Recently, I've heard of various types of pick-up lines: "If I didn't just meet you, I'd totally have sex with you" or "don't lie, I know you want me." And, my personal favorite, when boys push and nudge trying to get on the bus at Albany on the weekends. It's not a football game, boys. Excuse me for not being completely charmed over.
I don't know what it is. Maybe I'm hanging out in the wrong places. Maybe it's worked on many other easy girls. Maybe it's the alcohol. Maybe it's media. Maybe the art of chivalry is dead.
Any quality girl will tell you that chivalry is dead (kind of). Chivalry is defined as the sum of the ideal qualifications of a knight, including courtesy, generosity, valor, and dexterity in arms. Today, it is not necessary for a man hold a door every time for a woman, put his coat over a puddle for a woman (Katie), or stand up from his chair every time a woman walks into the room, even though that is all very cute.
In modern terms, chivalry is now more like boys text girls first, boys giving up their seats for older or pregnant women on public transportation (Carolyn), and treating a girl as an equal and individual (Katie).
This is the 21 century, we respect EVERYONE as individuals... the whole "bring me a sandwich" thing is bullshit.
Maybe, boys don't feel the need to be charming until the right girl comes along and until then, they can just do whatever they want to get her into bed. Maybe it's too much work to be suave and charismatic. I really don't understand it, but from my point of view, it seems as though chivalry is dead, the old and modern kind.
I guess I can leave you with a song by frankie valli and the four seasons: walk like a man, talk like a man, walk like a man my son.
so just be a man.
(PS i realize not all boys are like this but, lately, the majority i've come across are)
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Thursday, March 25, 2010
the beginning of the end
As I pack for spring break and listen to slow, good-feeling music, I couldn't help but get nostalgic. Spring break is the beginning of the end. The beginning of the end of freshman year.
I'm doing my laundry and kind of running around making sure I have everything together (which I probably don't), but as I make my bed, I had a little time to slow down and just think. I started thinking about my room and everything that's happened since September. The excitement in the novelty. All the experiences we had yet to conquer. How things sped up so quickly. All of a sudden, we were meeting lots of new people, making new friends, new relationships, or new crushes. Looking out of the 8th floor window, all the trees and the grass between Indian and Dutch quad were bright green.
The year progressed and the view from my window started to change .... things got good, things got bad, really bad, then better, okay, great, and bad again. A vicious cycle that we had to experience by ourselves, without our family and close friends, for the first time.
As bad as the bad times might've been, I'm going to miss freshman year. The new experiences I shared with new people and the relationships that came and left. I learned a lot from freshman year (but I'll explain that in another blog). I had a huge growth spurt after this year. I learned a lot about people and a lot about myself. But, that's what we're here for, right?
I'm not really saying much other than that I'm going to miss freshman year blah blah blah. Being the romantic I am, I can't help getting nostalgic about every experience I have. There are about 5 weeks after spring break to appreciate every last bit of freshman year and I'm more than willing to just dive in and drown in it.
Currently appreciating One Republic.
Monday, March 22, 2010
collegeacb.com
Ok, it's been a while, time for a blog. I'm going to attempt to write about something I feel strongly about and it's going to offend people..
collegeacb.com. If you haven't already heard of it, it's a website where you search a college, and students post anonymous topics and comments. Most of the topics include "hottest girl/guy on campus" or "biggest slut/man-whore" etc. I even ventured to competitive schools like Harvard and Princeton to see if they would be posting controversial, mind-opening topics, but they weren't. Topics on there were similar to my school's petty posts.
I've obviously spent some time on the website. I've only replied to one topic about Northfaces and Uggs and defended myself when someone called me "gross."
Excuse me if I sound "unfun" or "snobby" or "goody-two shoes" but I think this whole thing is pathetic. Why are college students (ages 18+) sitting on a website, posting mean things about people? Back to my Asher Roth post, shouldn't us college students be saving the world or something? Reading? Writing papers? Hanging out? Isn't it a little immature to be bashing on people anonymously?
You know what though, I'm not perfect. If I hated someone, if my boyfriend cheated on me, it would take all of the strength out of me NOT to post something. There are so many things I would like to say about people on that website, but I've just made a choice not to because you know what, WHO CARES.
After reading some posts, I thought.. who cares who the hottest girl on campus is. Who cares who is the biggest dick on campus. Who the fuck really cares. It's not important at all.
Collegeacb has such great potential to argue controversial/intelligent topics. The most interesting thoughts I've seen was the post arguing about "Northfaces and Uggs" but even then, who cares what people wear. The website is cool in concept, but, unfortunately, human nature will not let it work in peace.
collegeacb.com. If you haven't already heard of it, it's a website where you search a college, and students post anonymous topics and comments. Most of the topics include "hottest girl/guy on campus" or "biggest slut/man-whore" etc. I even ventured to competitive schools like Harvard and Princeton to see if they would be posting controversial, mind-opening topics, but they weren't. Topics on there were similar to my school's petty posts.
I've obviously spent some time on the website. I've only replied to one topic about Northfaces and Uggs and defended myself when someone called me "gross."
Excuse me if I sound "unfun" or "snobby" or "goody-two shoes" but I think this whole thing is pathetic. Why are college students (ages 18+) sitting on a website, posting mean things about people? Back to my Asher Roth post, shouldn't us college students be saving the world or something? Reading? Writing papers? Hanging out? Isn't it a little immature to be bashing on people anonymously?
You know what though, I'm not perfect. If I hated someone, if my boyfriend cheated on me, it would take all of the strength out of me NOT to post something. There are so many things I would like to say about people on that website, but I've just made a choice not to because you know what, WHO CARES.
After reading some posts, I thought.. who cares who the hottest girl on campus is. Who cares who is the biggest dick on campus. Who the fuck really cares. It's not important at all.
Collegeacb has such great potential to argue controversial/intelligent topics. The most interesting thoughts I've seen was the post arguing about "Northfaces and Uggs" but even then, who cares what people wear. The website is cool in concept, but, unfortunately, human nature will not let it work in peace.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
so what?
it is absolutely gorgeous out today and after reading my friend's blog (http://meghanroseee.blogspot.com/) and taking in the weather, i've been inspired to write.
most of my blogs have been really deep and that trend it going to continue. Sorry (but not really).
The other day, my friends and i were assigned to sign up for our housing for next year. Our time was 4 PM on Monday and I had class at 545. I was napping and accidently slept until 4:00. In my laziness and confusion, I let my friends go without me because I had class anyway, right? Around 4:30 I was informed where we were going to live, which was not where I thought we would end up (the all sophomore quad). At the moment, my world caved in. 2012 had come early. To make matters more uncomfortable, it is a "themed housing" dorm. The theme of this dorm is ... feminism? Yeah... you get the idea. It's an all girls dormitory. If, you read my other blogs, you'd know I went to an all girl high school, but I'm over that whole concept. Sometimes, i kind of, sort of, may loathe girls and was not looking forward to this. In addition to living with all girls, this dorm requires you to do community service. I like volunteering, but I hate when it's forced upon me.
At this point, I'm about to bribe anyone I could with money to get me out of that building. I was coming up with all sorts of creative excuses to get me out: I'm a sex addict and I need boys around, I can't do community service, I'm on medication, etc. I was neurotic and convinced all the excuses were acceptable.
As the time went by, we had come up with multiple reasons why it wouldn't be so bad. After 2 hours, it wasn't so bad anymore. So what I'm not living with all sophomores next year? It's not like I'll NEVER see them again. Am I dying? Is it really the end of the world? So what I didn't get what i wanted?
In the scheme of things, it doesn't matter where I live. It's about how we live it and I'm sure my friends and I will make it a kick ass time.
btw, HAPPY ST PATRICKS DAY!!!
most of my blogs have been really deep and that trend it going to continue. Sorry (but not really).
The other day, my friends and i were assigned to sign up for our housing for next year. Our time was 4 PM on Monday and I had class at 545. I was napping and accidently slept until 4:00. In my laziness and confusion, I let my friends go without me because I had class anyway, right? Around 4:30 I was informed where we were going to live, which was not where I thought we would end up (the all sophomore quad). At the moment, my world caved in. 2012 had come early. To make matters more uncomfortable, it is a "themed housing" dorm. The theme of this dorm is ... feminism? Yeah... you get the idea. It's an all girls dormitory. If, you read my other blogs, you'd know I went to an all girl high school, but I'm over that whole concept. Sometimes, i kind of, sort of, may loathe girls and was not looking forward to this. In addition to living with all girls, this dorm requires you to do community service. I like volunteering, but I hate when it's forced upon me.
At this point, I'm about to bribe anyone I could with money to get me out of that building. I was coming up with all sorts of creative excuses to get me out: I'm a sex addict and I need boys around, I can't do community service, I'm on medication, etc. I was neurotic and convinced all the excuses were acceptable.
As the time went by, we had come up with multiple reasons why it wouldn't be so bad. After 2 hours, it wasn't so bad anymore. So what I'm not living with all sophomores next year? It's not like I'll NEVER see them again. Am I dying? Is it really the end of the world? So what I didn't get what i wanted?
In the scheme of things, it doesn't matter where I live. It's about how we live it and I'm sure my friends and I will make it a kick ass time.
btw, HAPPY ST PATRICKS DAY!!!
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Those times I belong
So it's kinda been a long weekend (keggs and eggs at SUNY Albany will kick anyone's butt) and i need to do my take-home religion midterm. Like any good student, i'm looking for sources of procrastination, so thank you blogspot.
We all have those times when we feel completely alone. We could be at a party, a concert, or at a park surrounded by people and still feel alone. We may even feel alone in our own homes. But, there are also those times, or moments, when we feel completely at home. At that moment, you know that that's where you belong. I don't know what it is about those moments, but they are just so heartwarming.
I don't know if I feel alone all the time, but I do know that there are distinct moments that I feel like i belong. It's like that's what I'm made to live for.
It's those times I'm sitting on my porch eating ice-cream from Mr. Softee on a summer day that I belong.
It's those times I'm laying, dancing, or running around on the beach until sunset that I belong.
It's those times I'm running for a public transportation that I belong.
It's those times at parties or during Roxbury's Mardi Gras jumping around and singing blink-182 or classic 1980s rock songs that I belong.
It's those times we're all sitting around a bonfire by the bay listening to the radio that I belong.
It's those times me and my girls are sitting around laughing at each other that I belong.
It's those times we're screaming the St. Joseph Hill Academy song that I belong.
It's those times I'm sitting in an airport that I belong.
It's those times I'm pushing through a crowd to cross the street in the city that I belong.
It's those times at a SUNY Albany party where everyone laughs at the same thing that I belong.
It's those times I'm playing softball with my friends that I belong.
It's that time at the O.A.R. concert that I belong.
It's those times Kristen and I go for walks around the park that I belong.
It's those vacations at Woodloch Pines that I belong.
It's those times I ride the Cyclone in Coney Island that I belong.
It's those times in the classroom I'm actually listening and intrigued that I belong.
It's those times that I write blogs that I belong.
I hope that you (anyone reading this) can find as many instances in which you feel like you belong in this world.
Inspired by a link from Carolyn: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jNVPalNZD_I&feature=related
We all have those times when we feel completely alone. We could be at a party, a concert, or at a park surrounded by people and still feel alone. We may even feel alone in our own homes. But, there are also those times, or moments, when we feel completely at home. At that moment, you know that that's where you belong. I don't know what it is about those moments, but they are just so heartwarming.
I don't know if I feel alone all the time, but I do know that there are distinct moments that I feel like i belong. It's like that's what I'm made to live for.
It's those times I'm sitting on my porch eating ice-cream from Mr. Softee on a summer day that I belong.
It's those times I'm laying, dancing, or running around on the beach until sunset that I belong.
It's those times I'm running for a public transportation that I belong.
It's those times at parties or during Roxbury's Mardi Gras jumping around and singing blink-182 or classic 1980s rock songs that I belong.
It's those times we're all sitting around a bonfire by the bay listening to the radio that I belong.
It's those times me and my girls are sitting around laughing at each other that I belong.
It's those times we're screaming the St. Joseph Hill Academy song that I belong.
It's those times I'm sitting in an airport that I belong.
It's those times I'm pushing through a crowd to cross the street in the city that I belong.
It's those times at a SUNY Albany party where everyone laughs at the same thing that I belong.
It's those times I'm playing softball with my friends that I belong.
It's that time at the O.A.R. concert that I belong.
It's those times Kristen and I go for walks around the park that I belong.
It's those vacations at Woodloch Pines that I belong.
It's those times I ride the Cyclone in Coney Island that I belong.
It's those times in the classroom I'm actually listening and intrigued that I belong.
It's those times that I write blogs that I belong.
I hope that you (anyone reading this) can find as many instances in which you feel like you belong in this world.
Inspired by a link from Carolyn: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jNVPalNZD_I&feature=related
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
"I know that that moment marked the end of innocence..."
Ok so I really wanted to post a new blog and started writing a really long post and it got backspaced-deleted. I'm going to share this quote that I can relate to on a very personal level. I fell in love with it sophomore year in high school. It's from a short story "Marigolds" by Eugenia Collier. I forgot what the short story was about so i read a quick synopses on wikipedia (i know, bad source).
The story takes place in a Depression-era town. Lizabeth is the narrator and leader of her friends. Her and her friends find amusement in in throwing stones at Miss Lottie's (the outcast of the town) flower bed of marigolds. The marigolds are one of the only things in town with vibrant colors. One night, Lizabeth overhears her unemployed father crying at the fact that he cannot support his own family. Before that night, Lizabeth never considered the vulnerability of adults. The same night, she can't fall asleep so she takes her frustration and angst out on Miss Lottie's marigolds and destroys the whole garden. It is at the moment her and Miss Lottie look at each other that she says this:
"I know that that moment marked the end of innocence. People think of the loss of innocence as meaning the loss of virginity, but this is far from true. Innocence involves an unseeing acceptance of things at face value, an ignorance of the area below the surface. In that humiliating moment I looked beyond myself and into the depths of another person. This was the beginning of compassion, and one cannot have compassion and innocence."
I couldn't agree more with this quote. Innocence is not just freedom from moral wrong, but also a lack of knowledge. We think "losing innocence" is like losing your virginity. I know a lot of girls and guys that lost their virginity and are definitely still innocent. They have their head in the clouds; completely disillusioned about what life is really about. For them, the world is only what they see. For them, there is nothing deeper than what's at the surface of a person or event. That's what the quote says, "an acceptance of things at face value and ignorance of what's below the surface." That is what innocence is, being completely unaware of anything deeper.
The end of innocence involves seeing and understanding the depths of another person - the feelings and thoughts that are behind a person. The willingness to understand another's experience; the ability to relate to them without judgement. That's compassion. When a person will do anything to alleviate the sorrow and pain of another person.
And you know what, people may call me a "good girl," and I'm not offended, I am offended if you call me innocent. My loss of innocence happened a long time ago...
Currently appreciating: Sweet Disposition by The Temper Tramp
The story takes place in a Depression-era town. Lizabeth is the narrator and leader of her friends. Her and her friends find amusement in in throwing stones at Miss Lottie's (the outcast of the town) flower bed of marigolds. The marigolds are one of the only things in town with vibrant colors. One night, Lizabeth overhears her unemployed father crying at the fact that he cannot support his own family. Before that night, Lizabeth never considered the vulnerability of adults. The same night, she can't fall asleep so she takes her frustration and angst out on Miss Lottie's marigolds and destroys the whole garden. It is at the moment her and Miss Lottie look at each other that she says this:
"I know that that moment marked the end of innocence. People think of the loss of innocence as meaning the loss of virginity, but this is far from true. Innocence involves an unseeing acceptance of things at face value, an ignorance of the area below the surface. In that humiliating moment I looked beyond myself and into the depths of another person. This was the beginning of compassion, and one cannot have compassion and innocence."
I couldn't agree more with this quote. Innocence is not just freedom from moral wrong, but also a lack of knowledge. We think "losing innocence" is like losing your virginity. I know a lot of girls and guys that lost their virginity and are definitely still innocent. They have their head in the clouds; completely disillusioned about what life is really about. For them, the world is only what they see. For them, there is nothing deeper than what's at the surface of a person or event. That's what the quote says, "an acceptance of things at face value and ignorance of what's below the surface." That is what innocence is, being completely unaware of anything deeper.
The end of innocence involves seeing and understanding the depths of another person - the feelings and thoughts that are behind a person. The willingness to understand another's experience; the ability to relate to them without judgement. That's compassion. When a person will do anything to alleviate the sorrow and pain of another person.
And you know what, people may call me a "good girl," and I'm not offended, I am offended if you call me innocent. My loss of innocence happened a long time ago...
Currently appreciating: Sweet Disposition by The Temper Tramp
Sunday, March 7, 2010
But, why, Asher Roth?
So, half way into my first year at college, I feel like I've been thrown around a bit, roughed up around the edges, I guess. I've had my share of "college experiences" ... getting too drunk, getting too drunk on a thursday, hooking up with strangers, smoking, playing beer pong, not going to class, getting sick, eating bad food, etc. But, I can't help to be frustrated with this thing called the college "experience" or the college "culture."
This college culture, correct me if I'm wrong, is (in a nutshell): get as drunk as possible in the least amount of time and hook up with the most amount of people possible in the least amount of time. Now maybe it's me, but I'm completely baffled by this "culture" or "right of passage." Don't get me wrong, it is definitely fun at times, but is that what college is about? Is that why we're here? And why exactly is this okay?
Asher Roth's song, "I Love College" is the perfect example of this.
"That party last night was awfully crazy" ... ok, agreed
"I wish we taped it" ... why? next weekend is going to be the same thing
"I danced my ass off and had this one girl completely naked" ... don't doubt it
"drink my beer and smoke my weed" ... cool
"but my good friends is all i need" ... agreed
"pass out at 3, wake up at 10" ... but, that's so tiring
"go out to eat and do it again" ... soo, every day/weekend is the same?
This is just the chorus of the song, and every single line is so truthful. But, WHY is it the truth? I still don't understand how this epidemic came to be at colleges across the country. Maybe because it's just too easy because there are no parents, no rules, and no authority other than teachers and RAs (which don't even count). Maybe we just feel the need to "explore" one another, to explore ourselves.
But, isn't college about 'higher education' and finding ourselves? Aren't we here to learn how change the world? So why does it feel like we're here to just drink, smoke, hook up, and have a good time?
The truth is that we will never ever live like this again. In college, we don't have anything to worry about other than finishing that paper before Thursday night or making sure you take your laundry out of the machine. Don't get me wrong, there are days where I absolutely hate the idea of going away to college, but there are other days when I can't get enough of it. In actuality, college is a great time and in 10 years, I'm going to miss it.
The key is, to find that balance between a good time and a serious education. Personally, this balance is very hard to find. What I have learned is that college is what you make of it. You have to learn to balance between having fun (aka partying), getting a high GPA, and finding the right group of friends. Yeah, it's a rocky road in the beginning, but it all works out by the time you have to graduate (gulp). So, take every day one at a time and just appreciate the good stuff because the bad stuff is probably not that bad at all.
currently appreciating: 'All the Right Moves' by One Republic
This college culture, correct me if I'm wrong, is (in a nutshell): get as drunk as possible in the least amount of time and hook up with the most amount of people possible in the least amount of time. Now maybe it's me, but I'm completely baffled by this "culture" or "right of passage." Don't get me wrong, it is definitely fun at times, but is that what college is about? Is that why we're here? And why exactly is this okay?
Asher Roth's song, "I Love College" is the perfect example of this.
"That party last night was awfully crazy" ... ok, agreed
"I wish we taped it" ... why? next weekend is going to be the same thing
"I danced my ass off and had this one girl completely naked" ... don't doubt it
"drink my beer and smoke my weed" ... cool
"but my good friends is all i need" ... agreed
"pass out at 3, wake up at 10" ... but, that's so tiring
"go out to eat and do it again" ... soo, every day/weekend is the same?
This is just the chorus of the song, and every single line is so truthful. But, WHY is it the truth? I still don't understand how this epidemic came to be at colleges across the country. Maybe because it's just too easy because there are no parents, no rules, and no authority other than teachers and RAs (which don't even count). Maybe we just feel the need to "explore" one another, to explore ourselves.
But, isn't college about 'higher education' and finding ourselves? Aren't we here to learn how change the world? So why does it feel like we're here to just drink, smoke, hook up, and have a good time?
The truth is that we will never ever live like this again. In college, we don't have anything to worry about other than finishing that paper before Thursday night or making sure you take your laundry out of the machine. Don't get me wrong, there are days where I absolutely hate the idea of going away to college, but there are other days when I can't get enough of it. In actuality, college is a great time and in 10 years, I'm going to miss it.
The key is, to find that balance between a good time and a serious education. Personally, this balance is very hard to find. What I have learned is that college is what you make of it. You have to learn to balance between having fun (aka partying), getting a high GPA, and finding the right group of friends. Yeah, it's a rocky road in the beginning, but it all works out by the time you have to graduate (gulp). So, take every day one at a time and just appreciate the good stuff because the bad stuff is probably not that bad at all.
currently appreciating: 'All the Right Moves' by One Republic
Friday, March 5, 2010
An ode to my Alma Mater
So I realized that blogs are such a beautiful thing. There are a lot of things I want to tell people, but how often do people actually want to hear it? If i write it in a blog, I get it out of my system and maybe someone will read it. It gets it out sufficiently. Any how, this is what I really wanted to talk about
So about a month ago, I had this revelation: I'm really proud of where I come from and where I've been. And recently, I've never been more proud of my high school experience.
I went to an all girls Catholic high school, St Joseph Hill Academy. Go ahead, I know what you're doing already - you're judging me. We're "good girls." We're quiet, sinless, and conformists. Although this may be true for some girls, I don't know a whole lot of them.
My friends aren't badasses but we're definitely not conformists, we're definitely not quiet, and we're definitely NOT sinless. We damn well know how to have a good time. This was obvious if you took a walk through the halls any day of the school year.
My favorite time of the day (besides lunch time) was the time between each class. Screaming obscenities and inappropriate sexual gestures were popular in those three minutes we had to run to our locker (which always had to be locked because an unlocked locker was against the rules), run three floors up, and pray to the several crosses you passed along the way that you were not late because that would result in detention. Ok, detentions were not distributed for lateness all the time, but they were always a threat.
So it was a Catholic school. Catholic school = rules. A lot of crazy rules, like the locked locker rule. Seriously, the dean would walk through the halls and pull on locks. If your locker was unlocked, God help your soul because you would be returning to your locker with a salmon-colored detention slip taped to it. Seeing that salmon colored slip on your locker felt like an eviction notice.
Now, some of my favorite rules applied to the uniform. Oh yeah, about the uniform. It was kind of unique, I guess you could say. We wore mailman-blue pants or the skirt to our knees, white-nit collared shirts, long black trench coats in the winter that made us look like street vendors selling illegal tickets, and saddle shoes during the fall and spring. Yes, the black and white "bowling shoes" girls wore in the 1950s. I wouldn't trade those saddle shoes for the world. I was proud to be a "Hill girl," even if the shoes were not viewed as the latest trend. Actually, speaking of the latest trend, saddle shoes have recently been spotted in Bloomingdales and Teen Vogue magazine. Of course this is a huge joke between my recently graduated friends and I.
After a few months into freshman year, the rules didn't even matter anymore. You had to get used to them fast. It was survival of the fittest. The girls who couldn't handle an unrolled skirt and not wearing make up were kicked out.
As far as the all girls, no boys thing goes - I loved it. Sure it was hard to find a prom date but there were certainly no distractions within the classroom. When learning about the vagina biology freshman year or talking about sex in health class, do I really want boys in the classroom? Not really. Without boys, all of us girls can just get all of those stupid questions we're all wondering answered. Not only was being boy-less beneficial in the classroom, but also at lunch time. Nothing could stop us from getting our food. Food was like a fresh antelope and we were like tigers. We played with our food - personified animal crackers, stuck french fries in our mouths like teeth, and shoved as many grapes as we could in our mouth. Being normal was not an option.
I make it sound like it was a lot of fun, but we actually worked our asses off. The average test to day ratio was 35:1. Ok, just kidding but it was an average of 2 tests a day. We worked hard and I guess that's why the fun we had seemed to be so much more fun. We needed each other to survive the day. We needed each other's support to make it through the brutal midterms and finals or just when we're having a really bad day. I'm so lucky I had such a strong support system.
I could brag on and on defending my high school but I, honestly, don't like what i just wrote so I'm just gunna publish this anyways. My high school friends are the most unique and different group of girls you will ever meet and I wouldn't trade them for the world
currently appreciating: No Such Thing by John Mayer
So about a month ago, I had this revelation: I'm really proud of where I come from and where I've been. And recently, I've never been more proud of my high school experience.
I went to an all girls Catholic high school, St Joseph Hill Academy. Go ahead, I know what you're doing already - you're judging me. We're "good girls." We're quiet, sinless, and conformists. Although this may be true for some girls, I don't know a whole lot of them.
My friends aren't badasses but we're definitely not conformists, we're definitely not quiet, and we're definitely NOT sinless. We damn well know how to have a good time. This was obvious if you took a walk through the halls any day of the school year.
My favorite time of the day (besides lunch time) was the time between each class. Screaming obscenities and inappropriate sexual gestures were popular in those three minutes we had to run to our locker (which always had to be locked because an unlocked locker was against the rules), run three floors up, and pray to the several crosses you passed along the way that you were not late because that would result in detention. Ok, detentions were not distributed for lateness all the time, but they were always a threat.
So it was a Catholic school. Catholic school = rules. A lot of crazy rules, like the locked locker rule. Seriously, the dean would walk through the halls and pull on locks. If your locker was unlocked, God help your soul because you would be returning to your locker with a salmon-colored detention slip taped to it. Seeing that salmon colored slip on your locker felt like an eviction notice.
Now, some of my favorite rules applied to the uniform. Oh yeah, about the uniform. It was kind of unique, I guess you could say. We wore mailman-blue pants or the skirt to our knees, white-nit collared shirts, long black trench coats in the winter that made us look like street vendors selling illegal tickets, and saddle shoes during the fall and spring. Yes, the black and white "bowling shoes" girls wore in the 1950s. I wouldn't trade those saddle shoes for the world. I was proud to be a "Hill girl," even if the shoes were not viewed as the latest trend. Actually, speaking of the latest trend, saddle shoes have recently been spotted in Bloomingdales and Teen Vogue magazine. Of course this is a huge joke between my recently graduated friends and I.
After a few months into freshman year, the rules didn't even matter anymore. You had to get used to them fast. It was survival of the fittest. The girls who couldn't handle an unrolled skirt and not wearing make up were kicked out.
As far as the all girls, no boys thing goes - I loved it. Sure it was hard to find a prom date but there were certainly no distractions within the classroom. When learning about the vagina biology freshman year or talking about sex in health class, do I really want boys in the classroom? Not really. Without boys, all of us girls can just get all of those stupid questions we're all wondering answered. Not only was being boy-less beneficial in the classroom, but also at lunch time. Nothing could stop us from getting our food. Food was like a fresh antelope and we were like tigers. We played with our food - personified animal crackers, stuck french fries in our mouths like teeth, and shoved as many grapes as we could in our mouth. Being normal was not an option.
I make it sound like it was a lot of fun, but we actually worked our asses off. The average test to day ratio was 35:1. Ok, just kidding but it was an average of 2 tests a day. We worked hard and I guess that's why the fun we had seemed to be so much more fun. We needed each other to survive the day. We needed each other's support to make it through the brutal midterms and finals or just when we're having a really bad day. I'm so lucky I had such a strong support system.
I could brag on and on defending my high school but I, honestly, don't like what i just wrote so I'm just gunna publish this anyways. My high school friends are the most unique and different group of girls you will ever meet and I wouldn't trade them for the world
currently appreciating: No Such Thing by John Mayer
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Love me or Leave me
Hey, I'm Josette (pronounced Joe-set, by the way). I'm a freshman in college, but that doesn't really mean anything. I've been meaning to make a blog for a few months and was recently inspired by some asshole, anti-feminist friends to make one.
As an introduction to my blog, I don't really know what I'm supposed to write. I'm not a simple person, but, to put it simply, I'm spastic, awkward, random, passionate, and full of life, and somehow, it all comes together very nicely.
There is no particular topic or theme to my blog (not that many people are going to read this anyway). I just plan on writing whatever I'm feeling strongly about that day or maybe a past event I'm feeling nostalgic about. I would also like to apologize in advance for me being a whiny, teenager girl.
There is no particular topic or theme to my blog (not that many people are going to read this anyway). I just plan on writing whatever I'm feeling strongly about that day or maybe a past event I'm feeling nostalgic about. I would also like to apologize in advance for me being a whiny, teenager girl.
Shout out to my inspirations:
http://shotswithoutachaser.blogspot.com/
http://icantgrowabeard.blogspot.com/
I like to keep it real, so keep it real.
http://shotswithoutachaser.blogspot.com/
http://icantgrowabeard.blogspot.com/
I like to keep it real, so keep it real.
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