18 May

Look at those ballet calves! And who on Earth is that handsome gentlemen holding me? Oh, right. That one's mine. =)

I am trying, and failing to write a poem at the moment.

Let's start with the fantastic and move to the stressful:

Fantastic:

1. NO EXAMS!

2. No exams! Did you read that? Did I type that out correctly? Can I stress how incredible that petite piece of information is?

3. Philosophy of Service--> Done & Presented!

4. Senior Project --> Done & Presented!

5. Stats Project --> Done & ready for presentation tomorrow!

Stressful:

1. Tomorrow I will be at school all day even sans exams because I must put together a newspaper for production Thursday.

2. I haven't started packing for the senior trip.... which I must be packed for by tomorrow night.

3. I have two days before I shall have to go three weeks without seeing my darling boy.

4. POL will be finished after I write a conclusion and after Matt finishes editing it. (No one else has the guts to edit me. Literally. Que c'est de malheur!)

5. I need to finish my Slovakia letters.

Wonderfully, as you see, the fantastic outweighs the stressful. Even so, what on Earth am I doing on here at this time? (A better question: Why on Earth am I signed in to Facebook? Answer: I am talking to my very cool future roommate, Cara!)

Graduation is in 10 days.

May 1

Prom.... Check! Yellow dress unstained... check. Lots of lovely pictures with my best friend and my boo? Check. General lack of martyrdom about bringing a sophomore to prom? Ehh.... Check. Bean and Jasiri brought sophomores, too. Matt survived; the boutonniere, unfortunately, did not.

"...there is such a distance between how one lives and how one ought to live that he who leaves aside that which is done in favor of that which ought to be done studies rather his ruin than his preservation: for a man who wishes in all particulars to make a profession of good comes to ruin among so many who are not good. ... Universally men judge more by the eyes than by the hands since seeing touches everyone while sensing touches few. Everyone sees what you seem, few sense what you are, and these few are not so bold as to oppose the opinion of the many."

-Niccolo Machiavelli, The Prince

Checklist:

+Finish Senior Project

+Writing Portfolio

+AP Statistics Exam (Tuesday)

+AP English Comp Exam (Thursday)

+Choral Concert (Thursday)

+Write Philosophy of Life Paper

Lessons In Thirst

Love is much like the lighting of a small black room

not with lightning but with the glowing bodies

of torched kingdoms and and of slowly quieting suns.

Love is much like this when, upon waking,

arms meet arms and eyes spark in their thirst

like the reflections of stars in the

Liptovská reservoir, barking out their being,

singing: here I am, here I am. See how I

stretch my small body

over many ancient floodwaters like a scab.