J O R D A N R E M I N D E D M E

Not For Mary Pollitz

By: Ashlyn Ervin

I can recall times when Mary Pollitz would say we were not friends and mean that she loved me. I guess two years still isn’t enough time or her to verbalize it, though—which only makes her more of an incredible person. There are things better than “I love you,” those things are what hold up these ancient buildings called MSA and these students called artists (or maybe visa versa) these things that can be summed up in hundreds of words that mean “I love you”, but aren’t.

On the last coffee house I bowed to Dr. Lebow. I sat between Mary and Kristi and read beatnik poetry, replacing every profanity I could never say in front of Dr. Lebow with “Cheesepoo” a more appropriate word. On that night I write this. A response to a book I won as a door prize, called Warriors—which I bequeathed upon Coffee, my cat-pack that Amelia made me. And everyone begged him to read a story, and I said that he would write one for next time, only to realize there wouldn’t be one.

I find the fact that I have witnessed the beginning middle (and my end) of literary chapters to be amazing. I met the epilogue (or I guess, to someone else, they might be the prologue) I called them “fetuses”, but meant “incredible”, “lucky”, and I guess, even “love.”

I wrote the fragments of this little ramble in a notebook I misplaced, this notebook held a poem (also buried in old edits and worksheets from Owens—insert appropriate amount of time for applause—old story bits I’d rather stay lost) this poem was a love poem—though I’m sure Mary will argue it was not even a poem (in fact she stated on the poem that it was not a poem) simply a couple of lines about toast, and us not being friends.

It’s only now that there are three weeks of school left that I think about last year and wonder where that excitement went. We get so tired so quickly, and now I wish I had slept, dreamed, written, cried, anything but let the days one by one line up behind me, I sit now with my back against them. Leaned up in front of them like a tired book on a bookend, I relish in feeling them brush against me because today I am sad that they’re gone.

But that’s not who you look at me as, that’s not the face you see in emails, counting down, cheering up people that would rather be home, the very place they left to be here. I wonder if they feel like I do. I’m sure they do. And that, that there, the lingering unknown feeling in the back of your throat when you look up and think that you missed something, when some how the old man with no teeth in front of you is beautiful, when your senior year is something you’re clinging to instead of throwing at the wall like splatter paint, that is love.

And I wonder if that old man thought he would be old. I’m sure it never crossed his wrinkled mind. And I think maybe he was just a book, resting on a beside table. A bookmark in the middle, promised to return—a calendar with one date circled in red, that made all the others look naked. And what was in those days?

I threw fluorescent balloons of water at people, I filled a room with famous models made of paper, I wrote for me and my family and MSA and my great-grandmother and your great-grandmother, I did not graduate every day. So today I think, there is nothing about that day worth waiting for. It is the same as every other day. It is a walk, from one place to another, granted with a silly hat, but still, a walk nonetheless, and me feeling that now, after hundreds of days of waiting. Me finally not minding that everyone sings, not vocals, or talented songbirds, everyone sings, that feeling of nonchalant passiveness, even that is love.

At a loss for words I read over and over the things Mary had to say to me, months after the not friends poem, and here in this book I won at coffee house she says, “I don’t know what, but you are my favorite something,” and after it all, she writes, “If I could say it, I would.” Now I can’t bring myself to tell her she has, that everyone has, the vocals at the bell tower, the visuals in the hall ways, the theaters nowhere because they are the at rehearsal, the literaries, the laptops with folders full of possible poems and first drafts, the Dr. Lebow, all of it that is love. I’m refusing to say good-bye, but “I love you” may slide off my tongue before I know it’s falling. But I hope you catch it, and that you can see it, when you look back, not just in me, but in the cracks of the floors in JI, in the story books that we made for ourselves, in the things we’ve done not what we’ve said, in the days we’ve lived, not the ones we’ve waited for.

2 R E A S O N S

Maddie Roommate in this picture, and Zack's missing shirt.

We Graduated.

Where'd you go?
I miss you so--
seems like it's been forever
that you've been gone...

I'm SO sorry. I didn't M E A N to disappear. I really didn't. I got really spoiled at school with having internet everyday. Then graduation started creeping up. And I got so busy. And, and, I'm sorry. I am sorry. You don't deserve this. Please don't leave me.

Okay, I'm back. Here's what's on the menu:

I don't have internet at home. I can blog a bit from my phone. Period. When I can, I'll make pretty posts on the computer. However, that is very very seldom.

I want to start a journey. An epic journey to and through churches in my area. I want to go to a new one every Sunday, chronicle the events, and find the perfect church. However, I'm thinking that's going to be a pretty funny account, because there are some churches I can't take seriously. Freal.

Anyway, I mean, I probably can't do that this summer. Cause, you know, I go to Jason's church with him mostly. And, I just don't think I will. "Can't" is synonymous with "won't."

I'm back. As much as I can be. I love you. Really.

So, I spent around three hours watching old Mary-Kate and Ashley videos. I don't know why, but it's conned me into begging Jason to watch one (or two) of their VHS's that I'll dig up somewhere from my past. My nose is so itchy, this morning madee sat straight up and told me to stop sniffling and that I was keeping her awake--I think it's all this nostalgia in the air, it's making me dizzy. There are three weeks left here. Only three. I filled out FAFSA today with Miss Jana:

No I don't know my Mom or Dad's birthdays, or anniversary.

No I don't know how much money is in the bank or how many square feet our house is.

I wonder how many poeple fill out the "Yes, I have a farm," section? But I just want to sing, "We Need A Vaction," "No One Tells The President What To Do," and maybe, "Gimme Pizza." I just want to belt, "Bravery."
Whatever happened to them? I wonder if they ever watch their own TV show re-runs, or movies. I would. I wish my life had been recorded. Sometimes I think I remember what I want to.

G R O W I N G D O W N

Today I read Perks of Being a Wallflower and when I think about it all I think is that I want to read it again because it was so good and I'm sure I missed some things so I'm going to read it again even though I only started last night and devoured it, I'm going to try to take my time.

Now I look at this book and think of the title. Before, you know, it's just a title you hear a lot (if you like reading) and think, oh I should read that. Now I can dissect it. See that it's funny, beautiful even--all these perks, really, are just hurdles you jump and are so proud you look back to see that you jumped it, then stumble over the next one--and you never finish jumping but you eventually learn to just be happy that you can make it over most of them and get back up again. Those aren't just wallflower perks, though, everyone has a chance to get there.

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I keep trying to explain to my mom that I don't want to live at home during college. I can't move out for two years and then back in. I want to grow up not down. Before, I was just scared to go home, I didn't want to see what was all around me. And, I mean, I guess I still am and don't, but really--I want to be like everyone else and have a real college life and I really want a cat and I couldn't have one in a dorm and I don't want anyone to tell me when I have to go to sleep or anything--and USM's dorms are just not that great anyway.

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I really still want a Siberian Cat, but I don't think I'll get one any time soon.

C O U N T D O W N B R E A K D O W N

113 days
112 days
111 days
102 days until graduation
Attention seniors,
if days until graduation were
dalmations
they would be a Disney movie
and there would be
101
of them.
That is all.
1
0
0
days until graduation
There once was a sack full of days
filled with songs and stories and plays
one hundred had gone
and before long
there were few, to some students' dismays--

but to the students who cheer
the good news is finally here
it's a pleasure of mine
to say ninety-nine
days are left of our great senior year.
I will not be able to count tomorrow, or over the weekend due to lack of internet at home:
tomorrow (my birthday) 98 days until graduation
and saturday--97
and sunday--96
Yay for snow and under 100 days until graduation!
I'm watching students,
I see all the days falling--
ninety-five to go.
I'm counting down,
I'm taking score--
from 95
to 94.

The days are few,
the days aren't many--
it won't be long
till there aren't any!
Cat Nappin' at Cat School
For Grace

The cat's on the couches
in a fort of bags and coats--
hungry like a wolf
sleepy like his mother always was.

Claws deep in the cushion
back stretched straight to China--
a dark brown spot on his yellow back: 93.

And we'll miss him when he's gone,
miss seeing his sleepy face--
92, sleeping under him, will have to
take his place.

"Echoes"

We spend our days dressing hours for plays,

painting minutes like splatter paint,

writing seconds like ballads,

and dancing to the bells that punctuate our days--

singing moments into corners

of the oldest Johnson halls,

but--

in 92 days we'll miss them all.
HOT DOG!

pickle, mustard, hot dog bun
91 days, yum yum yum.
Most Important Meal
There are 88 days left here, folks-
scrambled, boiled, runny yolks.

88 breakfasts, 88 eggs-
fast moving feet and quick running legs.

Things to cheer you up:

1) There are 87 days until graduation:
-That's 12 weeks and three days
-That's counting weekends
-That's counting spring break, and Easter
-That's going to fly by

2) http://butyourelikereallypretty.tumblr.com/
-For those of you who like to giggle at gossip

3) In Cleveland, Ohio it is illegal to catch mice without a hunting license.

4) http://iamadyingcat.blogspot.com/search/label/meepmeep

5) You should laugh a couple times a day.

6) You should go to Dollar Tree with all your spare change and buy a smile present for someone.

7) When you get to college:
-You will not have to turn in your cell phone
-You will not have to sign out
-You will not have to be in bed at a certain time
-You may not have a class until--dum dum dum--NOON.

8) Go to Book Club, go to Coffee House, go to Flim Club--try not to spend all your time in your dorm. Believe it or not, these clubs are extremely fun and for a while you forget that you have lines to memorize, three pieces to finish, theory homework, or two papers due to Miss Elkins.
-This week in Book Club we're having craft night. During this time we will craft like five year olds and play with sparkles and glitter. It will be nothing short of magical.
-Last Coffee House we had two interpretive dances, one of which included Ethan dressed as a pirate. You know that makes you smile. You know you want to go now.
-Film Club, trust me, these movies are great. Kristi and Jules really know what they're talking about when they pick these films. You would enjoy it. You would enjoy it so much you would probably not care that your roommate has a hairball the size of Maine under your sink, or hasn't cleaned their side of the room, or DID clean their side of the room which made you feel bad about the pile of clothes under your bed.

9) Freshmen 15 happens your first year of living in a dorm. That was last year for us. Woot.

10) Dr. Lebow.
-Raps
-Lived in Africa
*Had a pet bird there
-Is a cave explorer
-Used to be a fisherwoman
-Is the best dancer at MSA
(She's just great. Go talk to her a bit, ask her about a time in her life. You'll be surprised, entertained, it'll probably make you forget that we really don't get to watch much TV here. She's better than TV, trust me.)

86 Days Until Graduation

Ways to pass the time:

Today is Wednesday: But you're like really pretty day.

Yesterday was Tuesday: Technotuesday.com day.

Keep a journal every day or a blog. Blogger.com is a good blogging site.
- http://sixtysecondwriter.blogspot.com/ This is a site that gives you prompts to write about (which could be used for fiction.)
- http://www.distractionbeast.com/brainstormer.swf Brainstormer (sort of the same thing.)

84 Days Until Graduation.
There are 81 days until graduation.

"Graduation (Friends Forever)"

And so we talked all night about the rest of our lives
Where we're gonna be when we turn 25
I keep thinking times will never change
Keep on thinking things will always be the same
But when we leave this year we won't be coming back
No more hanging out cause we're on a different track
And if you got something that you need to say
You better say it right now cause you don't have another day
Cause we're moving on and we can't slow down
These memories are playing like a film without sound
And I keep thinking of that night in June
I didn't know much of love
But it came too soon
And there was me and you
And then we got real blue
Stay at home talking on the telephone
And we would get so excitedand we'd get so scared
Laughing at ourselves thinking life's not fair
And this is how it feels

As we go on
We remember
All the times we
Had together
And as our lives change
From whatever
We will still be
Friends Forever

So if we get the big jobs
And we make the big money
When we look back now
Will our jokes still be funny?
Will we still remember everything we learned in school?
Still be trying to break every single rule
Will little brainy Bobby be the stockbroker man?
Can Heather find a job that won't interfere with her tan?
I keep, keep thinking that it's not goodbye
Keep on thinking it's a time to fly
And this is how it feels


La, la, la, la:
Yeah, yeah, yeah
La, la, la, la:
We will still be friends forever

Will we think about tomorrow like we think about now?
Can we survive it out there?
Can we make it somehow?
I guess I thought that this would never end
And suddenly it's like we're women and men
Will the past be a shadow that will follow us 'round?
Will these memories fade when I leave this town
I keep, keep thinking that it's not goodbye
Keep on thinking it's a time to fly

80 days until graduation.
Which is close to 70--
to 60--
to 50--
to 40--
to 30--
to 20--
to 10--
to zero.
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It's TechnoTuesday, ppl.
http://technotuesday.com/


Don't forget tomorrow:
http://butyourelikereallypretty.tumblr.com/

My new favorite:
http://www.2friends1blog.blogspot.com/

Start a blog!
"10. To Have Fun and Be CreativeMany people start a blog simply for fun. Perhaps a blogger is a fan of a particular actor or loves knitting and wants to share that passion through a blog. One of the most important keys to successful blogging is having a passion about your blog's topic, so you can write prolifically about it. Some of the best and most interesting blogs started out as blogs that were written just for fun and to give the blogger a creative outlet."
( http://weblogs.about.com/od/startingablog/tp/Top-Ten-Reasons-to-Blog.htm )

If you don't want to write, for some reason it just isn't your thing, you should read!
Here is a list of suggested reading before heading off to college:

A list of books everyone should read in high school or before college



Catch-22 by Joseph Heller

One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest by Ken Kesey

The Catcher In The Rye by J.D. Salinger

The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald

On The Road by Jack Kerouac

To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee

Lord Of The Flies by William Holding

1984 by George Orwell

Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury

The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne


http://www.listafterlist.com/tabid/57/listid/10334/Books/Books+Everyone+Should+Read+Before+College.aspx

On top of studying, keeping up with homework and assignments, our arts (and our social lives) there are a thousand other things we should be doing to prepare for that walk on May 22nd.



But don't forget to have fun:

http://www.k2xl.com/games/boomshine/





From 80 days to zero,

your Countdowner--

Ashlyn :)

For today (79 days until graduation) I thought I would share with you guys a fun recipe that can be made in the MICROWAVE. A snack anyone can make and ENJOY.

(For Blair "Bebeh" Bingham)

Easiest Fudge in the World:

Be sure to use sweetened condensed milk in this recipe, not evaporated milk - that's a common mistake. It is probably the easiest recipe in the world, thus the name!

Prep Time: 5 minutes
Cook Time: 2 minutes
Ingredients:
1 (12-ounce) package semisweet chocolate chips
1 (14-ounce) can sweetened condensed milk
1/2 cup milk chocolate chips, if desired
Preparation:
Place chips and milk in microwave safe bowl. (You can use just the one package of semisweet chocolate chips, or add the milk chocolate chips for a fudge that is slightly sweeter and creamier.)
Microwave on medium power for 2-3 minutes, stirring after 2 minutes. Microwave, stirring at 1 minutes intervals, until chips are melted and mixture is smooth and thick. Pour into greased 8" square pan and cool. You can also melt the chips and milk in a heavy saucepan over low heat. Makes about 2 pounds candy.

You can add just about anything to this easy recipe. Stir in a cup of chopped nuts, add a cup of marshmallows after the cooking time is done, stir in chopped dried fruit or some white chocolate chips. Have fun with the recipe!



http://busycooks.about.com/od/candyandsnackmixes/r/easiestfudge.htm



This site offers tons of other recipes for dorm cooking, a lot of microwave friendly ones, too! Just thought this would brighten your day! Happy eating!

There are 78 days until graduation.

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Hope your day is better than mine.
:)
Your countdowner
There are 77 days until graduation.
That's exactly 11 weeks!

As the Proactiv Solution commercials have suggested, many celebrities would be ugly if it were not for the acne treatment. Here are the celebs who have endorsed/praised Proactiv.



Kelly Clarkson - American Idol Winner / Singer

Sean Combs (P. Diddy) - Rap Artist

Melissa Gilbert - Child Actor (Little House on the Prairie)

Delta Goodrem - Australian singer, pianist, actress

Jennifer Love Hewitt - Actress ("Ghost Whisperer")

Jessica Simpson - Pop singer, "Actress"

Alicia Keys - R&B singer, pianist, actress

Judith Light - Actress ("Who's the Boss")

Lindsay Lohan - Actress, singer, celebutante

Elle Macpherson - Supermodel, actress

Mackenzie Phillips - Soap opera actress ("One Day at a Time")

Paulina Rubio - Mexican singer, actress

Stephanie Seymour - Supermodel, Playboy model

Brooke Shields - Actress, supermodel

Britney Spears - Pop singer, trainwreck

Serena Williams - Tennis player

Vanessa L. Williams - Singer, actress


74 days until graduation.
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Because Ninja's can't catch you.
http://www.nochucknorris.com/

73 days until graduation.
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http://www.canucklehead.ca/look/down-for-the-count.html
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72 days until graduation!
3 days until spring break!
//Clickables//
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Enjoy :3
71 days until graduation.
70 days until graduation
A Boy Named Sue
Shel Silverstein
Well, my daddy left home when I was three,
and he didn't leave much to Ma and me,
just this old guitar and a bottle of booze.
Now I don't blame him because he run and hid,
but the meanest thing that he ever did was
before he left he went and named me Sue.

Well, he must have thought it was quite a joke,
and it got lots of laughs from a lot of folks,
it seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red
and some guy would laugh and I'd bust his head,
I tell you, life ain't easy for a boy named Sue.

Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean.
My fist got hard and my wits got keen.
Roamed from town to town to hide my shame,
but I made me a vow to the moon and the stars,
I'd search the honky tonks and bars and kill
that man that gave me that awful name.

But it was Gatlinburg in mid July and I had
just hit town and my throat was dry.
I'd thought i'd stop and have myself a brew.
At an old saloon in a street of mud
and at a table dealing stud sat the dirty,
mangy dog that named me Sue.

Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
from a worn-out picture that my mother had
and I knew the scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
He was big and bent and gray and old
and I looked at him and my blood ran cold,
and I said, "My name is Sue. How do you do?
Now you're gonna die." Yeah, that's what I told him.

Well, I hit him right between the eyes and he went down
but to my surprise he came up with a knife
and cut off a piece of my ear. But I busted a chair
right across his teeth. And we crashed through
the wall and into the street kicking and a-gouging
in the mud and the blood and the beer.

I tell you I've fought tougher men but I really can't remember when.
He kicked like a mule and bit like a crocodile.
I heard him laughin' and then I heard him cussin',
he went for his gun and I pulled mine first.
He stood there looking at me and I saw him smile.

And he said, "Son, this world is rough and if
a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
and I knew I wouldn't be there to help you along.
So I gave you that name and I said 'Goodbye'.
I knew you'd have to get tough or die. And it's
that name that helped to make you strong."

Yeah, he said, "Now you have just fought one
helluva fight, and I know you hate me and you've
got the right to kill me now and I wouldn't blame you
if you do. But you ought to thank me
before I die for the gravel in your guts and the spit
in your eye because I'm the nut that named you Sue."
Yeah, what could I do? What could I do?

I got all choked up and I threw down my gun,
called him pa and he called me a son,
and I came away with a different point of view
and I think about him now and then.
Every time I tried, every time I win and if I
ever have a son I think I am gonna name him
Bill or George - anything but Sue.
Alright ma'ams and sirs, as I've said before--there are 61 days until graduation. I'm sad to say our much needed break is over already but happy to say that we are over the last "hump" until May 22nd.
For those of you who'd like a break down:


(No not break dance, break down.)

that's 2 months

that's 8 weeks

that's 40 week days

that's 16 weekend days

that's 1464 hours

Today starts the fifty countdown. 59 days until graduation.

http://www.planestupid.com/files/images/vote-for-me.jpg

Here's the thing. Clearly I can count, and you can count on me for counting, so can I count on you for your vote for me for prom queen?
58 days until graduation.
Voting for prom court is today, I'm counting on you.


54 Days until graduation.
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Prom was incredible. Post your picz on Facebook, you're all lovely.
53 days.
35 days. Looks so much better.
But, we're almost there.
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To those of you who attended Leslie's senior showcase sneak preview last night, congratulations, you're awesome! For those of you that didn't, you are also awesome, likely not a literary, and should attend the next one--which will be for Sarah Solarez and Parker Reeves. Look for upcomming flyers with more information. My senior show (MY means, me, Jules Wood, Kristi Ezernack, and Mary Pollitz) will be April 12th, it Monday after next, also look for posters being posted. Or, look here: http://brookeworm-logic.blogspot.com/ for sneak peaks of them. Your support of our shows means alot, as I'm sure you know--and everyone likes a good story! So stop by, if you don't have rehearsal (theaters, dancers, busy vocals.)

Other things to do:
http://iamadyingcat.blogspot.com/
http://whaleridersareus.blogspot.com/
http://primroseandthewhale.blogspot.com/
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vampire_weekend
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Passion_Pit
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phoenix_(band) (Mascot?)
http://www.rainbowdressup.com/lady-gaga.php
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There are 52 days until graduation.
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So, how would you guys feel about sharing countdowns with the juniors? They wouldn't care as much about May 22nd as us--but maybe they would enjoy the fun links and such.

However, we don't have any senior privilages--so maybe this should just be a senior fun thing?

Let me know guys!
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http://www.cornify.com/

51 Days Until Graduation.
There are 47 days until graduation. 36 school days. Actually: 47 days, 2 hours, and 49 minutes.

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46 days until grajuashun.
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Moar fun CLIX.
45 days until graduation.
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How far we've come!

G R A J U A S H U N S E A T S

I need 14 seats.

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MOM: Why did you say you need thirty seats?

ME: You said that's about how many...?

MOM: That was a guesstimation, 14 is enough.

ME: *facepalm*

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Guesstimation

not a word because it causes confusion.

G R A J U A S H U N

I need thirty seats. the most i can get it 14. let's get the smallest graduation location possible. people are playing dirty. chances are low.

T A L K A B O U T N O S T O L G I A!

Graduation is coming up soon. I'm thinking about all my friends (All, really?) and how much I'm going to miss them. I'm thinking about the teachers and faculty here and the experience I've gotten from it. I'm pretty pleased. But, pretty isn't completely.

Emily asked me how I really felt about the two years I've spent here.

Every school is going to have problems. Every administration is going to be less than perfect. Every teacher, every student, every cafeteria is going to fall short of hopes. Overall, this is something no other school could offer us. These are people, like-minded peers, that we never would have met without coming here. This is an opportunity and a bucket full of chances that no other place could offer us. MSA gave us something that we can't get back, whether that is a bitter-sweet disposition, a knowledge of the art we plan to persue, or an eye-opener like finding out we may not want to be the artists we originally thought.

Everyone is going to leave this place on May 22nd, all my classmates, and they're going to be different. They're going to know how to mop, how to handle obnoxious, outrageous, and sometimes eccentric people. They're going to know what art means to them. They're going to miss it, in some ways at least. Most of us will visit MSA more than we visit each other. We're going to leave some of ourselves here and it's going to be replaced that day we cross the stage. When we ring the bell on campus. When we through those stupid looking hats. We're going to go to college shocked when our roommates don't clean up every Thursday.

I'm not sure I can speak for everyone when I say, "I'm glad it's finally over," but I know when I send out that count down every morning there are people that smile. I'm not sure, either, that I can speak for everyone when I say that I'm going to miss this place--but I can say to them that I'll miss lunch. God not the food, not the clapping from our seniors last year that we never got--I'll miss birthdays. I'll miss that we all knew each other--or at least were all friends on facebook and got the update that someone's birthday was coming up. I'll miss people standing on chairs and singing an off-key happy birthday to everyone.

Other things I'll miss, things I can barely think about without swallowing nostolgia like molten hot jello:

• piling on the elevator and riding up and down just to watch everyone get off


• the lunch ladies reminding us to smile


• how the floors creak in Johnson, but not how the lift in Johnson sounds...or shakes


• the ladies in the Y-hut that you only appreciate fully your senior year


• Miss Jana never going a day without saying something nice to me


• The time Miss Hirch said I would be famous


• Dr. Lebow, just in every sense. She should be in the encyclopedia, really.


• The Pig being The Pig and not Piggly Wiggly


• Bobo's when Anna Flemming worked there, and then continuing the tradition after she left


• Broma's


• Miss Moak always managing to make reading seem cooler than any other school could


• Coffee House


• The Coffee Shop


• Girls always wishing our floors were as exciting as the boys'


• The time 3rd floor was filled with balloons


• Fire drills


• actual "fires"


• my babies, the ones to whom I said, "Thanks a lot guys, now I have to come back!"


• Miss Jenny--the world's best secretary (which basically means she can do everything)


• countdowning--oh I will S O miss countdowning


• Seeing visuals working in the halls on amazing projects that are just ridiculous


• hearing vocals having sectionals in the halls


• saying, "Where is -insert senior theater name-?" "At rehearsal."


• wal-mart trips


• living with your best friends


• peer editing


• staying up all night trying to start to do homework


• collecting coke cans with maddie during first semester and having enough to build a christmas tree at christmas


• Mr. owens


• mr. owens


• mr. owens


• mr. owens


• loving everyone against my will


• being a total creeper and watching people out my window--god, I love that window

I'm scared. Totally scared and totally ready. If I was at my old school, had I not come here--I wouldn't be ready. I wouldn't feel this way. I would be waiting to leave, yes, but I would feel unprepared and uncertain. That's what MSA has given me. Assurance, security, certainty, a home other than my own--all new mothers and fathers and sisters and brothers. All new people to turn to. I never had that before. MSA is the eighth school I've been to--and in two years I'd found a home and a family.

I'm ready to go so I can come back, even though I still have to check in and give something to security.