So, despite certain things, I really am enjoying my "old age", as Skidmore put it. Upperclassmanhood is so incredibly enjoyable. It's living up to all its expectations and Spring'll only make it all better! I think the best part is the people. No one cares anymore. About anything. The Charleston trip last weekend was the perfect example. You had your "nerds", your "popular crowd" and your "in betweens". There wasn't an extreme amount of interaction between the groups, but there was an overall general respect. And no one cared that the other people were there. Whereas, 3 years ago, it would have been all Revenge of the Nerds-esque.
And the other day, I talked for a good long while to a guy in my English class (I think he's in precal with me too, actually). We've known each other since elementary school (where we hated each other), went to different middle schools and ended up in high school together. He's a computer kid, I'm a...well, I don't know what I am. But in any event, 3 years ago, we wouldn't have been caught dead talking to each other. But, we talked for at least 15 minutes. It wasn't a real deep discussion or anything; we talked about classes next year, independant study fustrations, college, etc. I found out that he plays electric, self-taught, and wants an acoustic. A Martin, in fact (but then again, who doesn't?). And that he used to play a lot of rock and such, but he's mellowing out. I never would have guessed it.
Of course, our guitar talk prompted another guy to speak up about his Seagull and then "my friend Kevin" (whom I love dearly, despite his use of illegal substances) mentioned his Martin. Which then led Kevin and I to talk about his 9th grade "Pyramus and Thisbe" song to the tune of "In the jungle...". Overall, English was QUITE enjoyable! =)
- thoughts provided by Katey Orr @ 3:16 PM