Allison --
if you're running with the team today, you'll probably need to
get a ride to Washington Park, although if you get desperate,
cell me. I think I can do the pickup, however.
This would be a good day to work on the paper that's due tomorrow.
Love
D
The Seasonal-Affected-Disorder-inducing weather, combined with my least favorite hills, and the cheery note of encouragement about my paper adds up to a very clear sum: instead of scrambling around to find a ride to cross country practice, I'd take a daytime D'Lish bath with candles and Nico to ponder over the fact that tonight is a school night. As of today I've been listening to this song non-stop; it's called "Fairest of the Seasons":
"Now that it's light, now that the candle's falling smaller in my mind
Now that it's here, now that I'm almost not so very far behind
I want to know, do I stay or do I go, and maybe follow another sign
and do I really have a song that I can ride on?"
I'll admit, I'm feeling a sense of desperation about the beginning of this school year. I'm an upperclassman -- what? Ever since 8th grade I've been relatively young, enjoying the excitement and wisdom my older friends offered. My closest friends are two years older than me; it's insane to think that I could become close with kids who are just now coming into high school. I hope it doesn't sound egotistical to say that I think I'd be a good older friend to have, having gotten so much from my older friends and realizing that value ... and bringing my own experiences to share.
Having quit MySpace cold turkey, I don't want to fall out of touch with the people who really matter, so I'm reverting to my middle school hobby of e-mail. And now I'm slightly obsessed. I started e-mailing with Alex Ward and now it's with Sam, Jimmy, Kelsey, Kathryn... join the masses: drop me a line at moomoo915@hotmail.com (yes, my middle school e-mail address) and I promise to write back. It sounds dumb but it's nice to just catch up and trade little stories and frusterations back and forth.
But yeah. I've got to finish reading the Glass Menagerie and writing the paper accompanying it... it's a late start day tomorrow, which is a compassionate gesture on the part of the Jesuit administration, I suppose. Hope, pray, wish on 11:11 (or maybe some other time, seeing the lack of luck I've had with it)... and believe it or not I'll probably be thinking of you, too.
"Take every chance you dare
I'll still be there, when you come back down."
[Nickel Creek]
posted by Allison Francis @ 2:34 PM
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