Packing

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This weekend, I started to sort my belongings, seeing that I am essentially making my room a weekend vacation resort. I’ve begun to realize just how much junk I have collected in 5 years. I have bags full of magazines now; Time, Newsweek, PC World, PC Magazine, Motor Trend, Automobile Magazine, and Popular Science. Don’t worry, almost all of it is going in the recycling system. I am also getting rid of my SAT I and Math II-C. I’m hoping to use all my Chemistry, Physics, Calc, and Quantum books as furniture in college.

In the process, I started emptying binders from the 6th grade on. I look back and can help but smile, and slightly laugh at my innocence and ignorance. Math back then was simple counting, and all we did in science is determine the hardness of minerals and debate which animals had open and closed circulatory systems. I can watch these burn, as I plan to put the old BBQ grill to good use, but I can’t part with my History notes and such. 6th Grade was all ancient history, going from ancient Summarian Cuniscript through Sargon, Gilgamesh, The Spartans, The Trojans, Hammurabi’s Code, all the way to the 100 Years War. 7th was memorizing the European Map Pre WWI, Pre WWII, Post WWII, Post USSR, and following the 2000 Election.

8th Grade papers are not worth mentioning. All those things can burn, I mean seriously, when again am I going to write juror number 8’s opinion from the movie “12 Angry Men”?

I’m keeping my geometry and world history notes from freshmen year. I doubt I can use notes from Nini’s Entrepreneurship Class, nor my intricate drawings of the Brigs and Stratton Engine we put back together in Small Engines.

Again, Keeping my US 1 history notes, along with my World Religions notes. You never know when the teachings of shinto could come in use.

Besides Keeping US 2 history notes, junior year notes can burn.

Senior Year; I’m keeping ‘45 notes, as well as calc and physics. Biology can go decay into ecologically acceptable waste for all I care.

Along with this, I am throwing out my “wonderful” art work. This includes the stupid caricature bag we mad in 8th grade, along with that ugly Styrofoam building from Cats-knees class.

While Packing my winter clothing, I realized I have 3 Robotics Sweatshirts, 6 Robotics T-Shirts, 2 Robotics Polo’s, 2 Robotics Yellow Long Sleeves, 2 Monty Madness Shirts. That’s 14 items of robotics appeal. Along with my boxes of clothing, I started to back my dust covered books, CD’s, Tapes, and Records. All 7 of the Harry Potter books are stored in box number 4, along with my Sherlock Holms and as Clear as Mud Books. In Box number 5, I have all 32 music CD’s, 45 Tapes, and 18 vinyl records. I have 4 digital copies anyway, so I think I can put these in the black corner of the attic. Box 6 is full of all my Lego Kits. Sadly, I never kept my awesome creations, like a tow truck, a house on wheels, or a 3 foot tall motorized high rise. Ah, the days of my youth.

Aside from my West Wing Episodes, I', Trucking my Knight Rider, Airwolf, A-Team, and MacGyver VHS and DVD’s to Lehigh.

I guess I should be sad to see and era end. But like I said, looking at this stuff makes me realize how stupid my youth was, and makes me laugh instead. If all memories were like this.

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Final Good Bye

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So high school, like many things, is now a thing of the past, and I hope that it will eventually grow into a fond memmory. Without a doubt, I’ll miss certain things:

I’ll miss seeing my friends on a daily basis.
I’ll miss seeing my favorite teachers.
I’ll miss Korson’s randomly sprinkled speeches over the intercom.
I’ll even miss the retarded rules that govern our school.
And I’ll miss the great number of people that I will never see again.
(Yes, I have come to terms with it, and being realistic. There are people who I’ll never see again)

Regarding good byes, I feel its not appropriat to linger on the thought, so I have decided to make this my last good bye to high school.

To My friends, worry not, we’ll meet again.
To those who hate me, sorry we couldn’t work things out.
Everyone else, keep in touch.

Thanks for the best 5 years of my life at Monty.
Have Fun, Good Luck, and don’t forget.

Good Bye~

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Two Contrasting Views

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Sports

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Today, I was watching “the most anticipated tennis final this year”. Yes, Nadal v. Federer.
The game play was amazing, the athletes themselves were awesome. However, what pissed me off was the talk of being the “best ever”.

John Macenroe was saying that if Federer was able to beat Nadal, he would call Federer the best in history.

I don’t believe greatness lies in records, numbers, or streaks. Greatness lies in character. Today, I saw Federer destroy Nadal in the first set 6-1, then saw Nadal bounce back and win the second set 6-1. Both men were playing to their limits, wanting to win. In the end, today was Nadal’s day. Had it been a cooler day, less wind, or if Saturn was aligned in some weird way, Federer could have won. Just because Federer lost does not mean he is no longer a great player, hey may still be the greatest ever. In the end, it doesn’t matter who wins or loses, but how they play the game. I wish more of the world recognized this.

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The End. And I’m not ready to go

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Begining of senior year, I cockily said I’d have no problem leaving this hell hole.
I was right, I would have no problem leaving the place. But I didn’t account leaving people that I had become acustomed to seeing and greating everyday. Nor did I take into consideration leaving teachers who are like mentors to me. I underestimated how much I rely on these people, my extended family. I wish I could go person to person and tell what they really mean to me, and how my life has changed by knowing them.

As this year, this career, this protective life comes to an end, I can’t help but notice, that I can’t let go. Is it wrong of me to say I don’t want to go? To say I want everything to stay like this forever?

If I can’t have that, could I just have more time to spend with everyone? Is that too much to ask?

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