Nothing will beat 6:45AM, August 24, 2009, for a long while. This morning was my first day as a senior in high school, so I wanted to be up, ready, and early. So, I set my clock for and woke up at 6:15am. I got dressed, brushed teeth, did hair, put on make up, and was picking out an orange for breakfast when I heard my phone ringing in my bedroom. Daniel had promised to call me before 7:00am when I was planning to leave for school. So, the call at 6:45am didnt surprise me and I knew just who it was. I pick up the phone in my room and greet my love. He says, Go look out the back. Im standing out here. Im like, No youre not. Dont say things like that. Ill believe them. Hes like, Im serious. Im really out here. You had better not be kidding me or Im gonna hurt you. Sure enough, there he was. He had driven back from oak hill to stand there that very morning. Through the black iron gate that surrounds the apartment complex I currently live in, he stood behind. He looked perfect. He walks up to the fence, and I knew just what he was going to say/ask.
will you go out with me?
You mean you want me to be your girlfriend? with a giggle.
Yes, I do.
Then, yes.
So, were finally official. He technically expressed to Uncle Rick of his interest in me and his desire to talk-talk to him. And Uncle Rick must like him, because hes only said good things about him and stood up with the rest of the few of us the represented Daniels family at our True-Love-Waits, Purity Covenant ceremony on Sunday. Plus, he and Aunt Carol told Daniel that no matter what happens they consider him family. So, they may not have had the TALK-talk. But, Daniel has promised that when the opportunity presents itself when both he and uncle Ricks (work) schedules are free and they can talk, he will. But, after talking with mom, Daniel has met the things Ive been looking for and the standards Ive set. We know and respect the boundaries. So, now
We have the title.
Daniel C. is MY boyfriend.
&
I, Etta D., am HIS girlfriend
OFFICALLY.
After that bright wonderfully memorable morning, my car broke down and had to be pushed to another spot to be jumped, just to get caught in (freshmen) parent panic drop off, to not have a spot in the senior parking area, to get me at school just in time for the bell but not in time to know where Im going, leave me at a school that made me wait in a line to get books that turned around to tell me to wait until my English class goes to get my books even thoughheres the kickerI duel enrolled like a good little school trained drone for my English credit which left me WITHOUT an English class this year, then I was told to come back TOMORROW and wait in line AGAIN at lunch, which is ok since the group of friends I hang out with GRADUATED, so its not like I had anyone at any one spot anyway. Finally, I get back out to my car, have a nice conversation with Rachael A. Then, I go to get in my car Guess who broke down AGAIN! I chased down Cheeto and an unidentified friend who attempted to jump my car, but in the end a nice sheriff lady riding around in the parking lot got me going so I could drive home. I had no ac, no radio, no clock, and a light was signaling my truck even though it was firmly closed and LOCKED. But what do I know? The locks on the car both key pad and in the door failed. So, I had to manually lock even door I had opened. Oi . Why? WHY!?
THIS is what I get when I ask the Lord to help me with the virtue of patience. So . BEWARE.
My FINAL schedule (unless I change it when things cool down):
AP Psychology Poulsen
~No videos he says. Lots of textbook reading, he says. I hope I like this class. I hope I didnt beg Mrs. Turp for this class for nothing. I hope I can handle this.
Food Prep Shelton
~Stupidest class EVER. I hate this class. The students are so dumb and noisy and immature. I would have smacked the kids next to me in my FAR BACK OF THE ROOM assigned seat had the Lord not held me back. Oi Thankfully, the senior review was during that period so I was able to escape today.
Cermaics II Allen
~It just isnt the same without Daniel. Not even kidding. He was the only person worth talking to in the class, and only the annoying kids from our class are in my current class. Not all are annoying, but it was just depressing. I like Ceramics and 3D art. So, I suppose I shall make the best of it. Shes also my homeroom teacher, fyi.
Stageworks DeMarsico
~It be awesomeness! Amazing! A year a thrill! Nuff Said.
Adv Alg/Finaces Bacha
~Not a fan of math, but I gotta keep my math skills up to date so that I dont drown in college. She sounds and seems like a descent person and good teacher. I might end up liking this class.
Amer Economics Hon Ossler
~DUDE, my classroom is a courtroom. No lie! Its pretty sweet. This guy seems real, and totally aw4some and it sounds like a class that deals with the real world opposed the crap they force you to learn just to graduate.
Spanish 2 Gavilanes
~SO happy that I got Gavilanes. Shes an awesome teacher. And I remembered a good amount of Spanish from last year. Im excited and nervous about this year en el espanol.
And Thats my schedule.
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On another note
Mom and I were driving to CiCis Pizza for lunch after church one afternoon, not so long ago. There we were in my car, I was behind the wheel, searching for a parking spot as we skirted through the busy yet calm parking lot. I came up to the pedestrian walk and saw no one there at first, but as I lightly pressed the gas pedal to give it that extra oomph, mom freaks out. She points and scolds, Did you even see those kids!? You could have hit them! No, mom was not hallucinating. There were in fact a small collection of children waiting at the end of the pedestrian walk who had arrived there just as I had. But what mom hadnt seemed to have seen was that the parents were 10 feet behind the children trying to keep up. Luckily, these were good children who, upon arriving at the cross, stopped and looked back at the adults before crossing. In that moment of pause and retrospect, I took off and passed the scene. I explained this to mom who was still rather flustered. In a frustrated, food-focused tone, I commented, I was paying attention and even if the children had run into the road in front of me I would have slammed the gas. Long Pause. You know what I meant.
That is so typically life. You think youve figured everything out and that you understand yourself, but all it takes is one Freudian slip to make you take a moment and rethink everything. Would I have hit those kids? Was I paying attention? Why did I say gas and not brake? Am I just hungry? Am I a kid murder? What kind of a monster am I that my hunger over takes my ability to protect the children? OH THE HUMANITY!
To be quite honest, its rather irritating.
Sometimes, life is just cruel on its own. My love, Daniel (who will probably scold me for mentioning him), is a perfect example of this simple and ironic cruelty.
In a desperate attempt at independence and manhood, he set out this summer working two strenuous, time and energy consuming jobs in an effort to save up for a decent car, among other things. The end of summer was threatening, and he still didnt have quite enough. So, since his mother no long wished to continue to care for her van, she gave it to him. This car wasnt cheap. It needed several repairs before it was (Etta approved) safe to drive and to ride in. Though it pained him deeply to pour a majority of his saved money into the car, it was all he had and it was what the money was saved up for anyway, wasnt it? When the van was in working order, he was so thrilled. I dont think Ive seen a kindergarten carrying wet glue pasted macaroni art with as much pride as Daniel with his van who he fondly refers to as Cassandra. Wouldnt you know it, that (sorry, babe) tin can broke down one day at work! I believe it was the starter or something related to the starter. So, once more, he had to call for help andgulpowe his parents money for the part (which they bought for him!). I think the only thing worse than owing your parents money is owing the government money. Either way, if you dont pay or pay soon enough, youre gonna be hurting. Apparently not all parents (and families for that matter) are as forgiving and understanding as mine.
Fortunately, as is well now, well as for the van. Which got me thinking, Im totally doomed. I am so far from financial independence that a toddler could be through into the world and have just as high of a survival rate. That is, until Im 18 (Nov 29, 2009). There are a lot more job opportunities when youre 18 or older. Well, unless I plan to work in a bar (21), which I definitely dont plan to do. So, 18 is gonna be my freedom year. Then again, the economic situation of this country doesnt seem to be getting any better. So, Ill be competing with a much bigger crowd. Yikes! Thankfully, I have something lined up for when I turn 18, a job that is. Its nothing huge and Im not even sure it will work for me. But if everything goes right, Ill be one step closer to financial independence and one step further from level toddler.
Speaking of young ones, Ive been having flash backs to my freshmen year. I know, I know. What do you mean, I thought you were a freshmen? Ha. Ha. Ha. Very funny. I just so happens, that I am technically a freshman in college seeing that I completed my first college class (Freshmen English) this summer. But, I was referring to high school freshmen days. Oh, the memories, the culture shock, the revealing of the modern barbaric world, as we know it. The shattered dreams, the severed hearts, and the shallow souls. Ah, High School. What would we do without it?
They tell me Im a senior this year. W00T. Class of 2010! One Oh, You Know! Oi I dont think Im ready. I mean, Wow, Im so excited!! The final BIG year!!! But, I dont know. Im really kinda nervous. Is senior year really that great?
What do you think on things?:
What year in school is the best? Why?
And
Why have a deviantart?
Seriously, Im scared of plagiarism at least with my writings, ya know?
Whats the deal with social friend sites?
Whats better: Twitter? Facebook? Myspace? Etc
Why even have one of those?
These are just a few questions I have that I would appreciate it if people commented back on. Thanks all!
-Etta









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Sanity is relative.
Drama. that's whats going on in stageworks. Immaturity. Stupidity. Retards gone wild. You think we had cliches before? HA! they are even worse now.... It's SO ridiculous. The state, county, district, school, etc... continue to show their "support". We are BARELY going to districts. (on a positive note, i got the lead in the past play we did: "Mystery at Hotel Ormond" written by a local playwright based on a book writte by a local author.)
Poor Ms D. T~T.
They treat her soooo soooo bad. I'd be losing it too if I were her. They just don't appreciate her. From the state to the students. Its heart breaking is what it is....
So yeah.... how's college?
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Senior year goes by SO fast. The semester is almost over. Half way there.
Drama in drama? Yeah, that's new. What's going on? I hear a few tales, and none of them sound too good. I saw Spencer in a play like a month ago. Haven't really seen anyone else.
The lack of funding sounds awful. I hope you get to state and that it's fun. That's one of the things I really miss. I miss my drama family. I'm sorry I didn't go to the play! It sounded really interesting. You got the lead? Great job! How'd it go?
That woman takes so much crap it's ridiculous. No one ever treats her nice. I miss her tons too.
College is fun. It was a bit scary, since I didn't know too many people, and I still don't know too many people. Every day gets better though. 2 years and I'll be out of here. I can't wait to get to real college. DSC is nice, but I want to live in a dorm at an art school I think it would be fun.
Some of my teachers are boring, and some are amazing. I love picking all the classes I want. College is so freeing. You will love it, no matter where you go.
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