Emma Refvem- Iroquois
Camp Cheerio
1430 Camp Cheerio Road
Glade Valley, NC
28627
write to me. don't be bashful. i swear i'll write back. seriously.
Tomorrow until July 9th, kids.
Saturday, May 28, 2005
my valedictory speech.
"Hello Everyone... like, honored guests and all that... (goldwasser's note: you botched that one...)
Vanilla Ice once said: 'Alright stop, collaborate and listen. Ice is back with my brand new invention. Something grabs a hold of me tightly, flow like a harpoon daily and nightly. Will it ever stop? Yo, I don't know. Turn of the lights, and I glow. To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal; light up the stage and wax the chump like a candle.'
Just kidding, I won't make you sit through Vanilla Ice. Here's my real speech.
You know how everyone goes home saying that they're going "back to their roots?" Well maybe there's more to that saying than we initially realize. I personally used to cringe at the thought of having only one place to stay my entire life. Roots are stuck in one place and don't really allow for much exploration. But when I got to thinking about it in AP Biology class one day, I realized that there is a whole lot more to this whole root analogy. Mr. Bodnar was talking about how the roots are essential to the survival of the plant. Instead of listening to Mr. Bodnar, I started thinking. Roots are where the plant gets its nutrients; home is where we gather what we need to go out into the world. Whether we want to admit it or not, we listen to some of the advice our parents give us. Roots anchor and support the plant; home gives us a place to fall back on when our plans don't turn out exactly the way we intend. Home grounds us, but also allows us to grow and change and go out into the world. Mount Airy is where the class of 2005 has roots. This high school will be the foundation for the rest of our lives-- we've learned so much in its dilapidated walls. For example: I learned from Mr. Dickson some excellent hand exercises to use on long essays, from Mr. Bretz that plants are the dominant organisms and that squashes are, in fact, sexy. From Dr. Dobbs I learned that aluminum is really spelled with an "i"-- to be pronounced "aluminium" and from Mr. Bodnar that I learned that I definitely do not want to be a possum on his front porch. From Mr. Castillo I learned that "a picture is worth a thousand words" and Mrs. Gray taught me how to "factor that rascal." I'm sure we all remember the quadratic formula from Mrs. Martin's nifty song. By now I think that we've finally learned what we're actually allowed to wear to school and also that our new superintendent has quite a good sense of humor. I learned when to avoid the Library and exactly where the senior parking line was drawn and how to run up three flights of stairs in one minute to avoid getting a tardy and which lunches to avoid in the cafeteria. More importantly, I've learned the value of true friendships. The ones that will stick by you while ignoring all of the ever popular "drama" that seems to plague high schools are those that will be valuable forever. No matter how suffocated and trapped we may feel here, Mount Airy has filled us with pieces of our personality that will ground us and support us and give us the motivation we need to grow and go out into the world. No matter where our paths may lead- to explore the far off corners (editor's note: pronounced "carners" at graduation b/c i was distracted by someone yelling to let tereka know that he was there.), to defend our country in the military, to become a vital link in the work force, to expand our knowledge even further in college or even to become rock stars-- we all have this common ground here in Mount Airy. No matter how much we may change, the knowledge we've attained here will be the connector that allows us to hang out just like no time has past. So, Class of 2005, be free! Explore the world and find your niche while you are young. Always remember that, even if you don't want to ever see this place again, Mount Airy is your foundation and will always be a part of you. Congratulations. Holy cow guys, we made it!"
i said all of that- including the vanilla ice. matthew welker told me he'd pay me five dollars if i did it, but i was like "i don't need the five dollars. i'm gonna do it anyway." i had told people i would do it, but then i decided that i really wanted to lighten the mood or something so i did it. goldie was freaking out in her seat b/c she thought i had changed my whole speech. hehe.
Vanilla Ice once said: 'Alright stop, collaborate and listen. Ice is back with my brand new invention. Something grabs a hold of me tightly, flow like a harpoon daily and nightly. Will it ever stop? Yo, I don't know. Turn of the lights, and I glow. To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal; light up the stage and wax the chump like a candle.'
Just kidding, I won't make you sit through Vanilla Ice. Here's my real speech.
You know how everyone goes home saying that they're going "back to their roots?" Well maybe there's more to that saying than we initially realize. I personally used to cringe at the thought of having only one place to stay my entire life. Roots are stuck in one place and don't really allow for much exploration. But when I got to thinking about it in AP Biology class one day, I realized that there is a whole lot more to this whole root analogy. Mr. Bodnar was talking about how the roots are essential to the survival of the plant. Instead of listening to Mr. Bodnar, I started thinking. Roots are where the plant gets its nutrients; home is where we gather what we need to go out into the world. Whether we want to admit it or not, we listen to some of the advice our parents give us. Roots anchor and support the plant; home gives us a place to fall back on when our plans don't turn out exactly the way we intend. Home grounds us, but also allows us to grow and change and go out into the world. Mount Airy is where the class of 2005 has roots. This high school will be the foundation for the rest of our lives-- we've learned so much in its dilapidated walls. For example: I learned from Mr. Dickson some excellent hand exercises to use on long essays, from Mr. Bretz that plants are the dominant organisms and that squashes are, in fact, sexy. From Dr. Dobbs I learned that aluminum is really spelled with an "i"-- to be pronounced "aluminium" and from Mr. Bodnar that I learned that I definitely do not want to be a possum on his front porch. From Mr. Castillo I learned that "a picture is worth a thousand words" and Mrs. Gray taught me how to "factor that rascal." I'm sure we all remember the quadratic formula from Mrs. Martin's nifty song. By now I think that we've finally learned what we're actually allowed to wear to school and also that our new superintendent has quite a good sense of humor. I learned when to avoid the Library and exactly where the senior parking line was drawn and how to run up three flights of stairs in one minute to avoid getting a tardy and which lunches to avoid in the cafeteria. More importantly, I've learned the value of true friendships. The ones that will stick by you while ignoring all of the ever popular "drama" that seems to plague high schools are those that will be valuable forever. No matter how suffocated and trapped we may feel here, Mount Airy has filled us with pieces of our personality that will ground us and support us and give us the motivation we need to grow and go out into the world. No matter where our paths may lead- to explore the far off corners (editor's note: pronounced "carners" at graduation b/c i was distracted by someone yelling to let tereka know that he was there.), to defend our country in the military, to become a vital link in the work force, to expand our knowledge even further in college or even to become rock stars-- we all have this common ground here in Mount Airy. No matter how much we may change, the knowledge we've attained here will be the connector that allows us to hang out just like no time has past. So, Class of 2005, be free! Explore the world and find your niche while you are young. Always remember that, even if you don't want to ever see this place again, Mount Airy is your foundation and will always be a part of you. Congratulations. Holy cow guys, we made it!"
i said all of that- including the vanilla ice. matthew welker told me he'd pay me five dollars if i did it, but i was like "i don't need the five dollars. i'm gonna do it anyway." i had told people i would do it, but then i decided that i really wanted to lighten the mood or something so i did it. goldie was freaking out in her seat b/c she thought i had changed my whole speech. hehe.
Wednesday, May 25, 2005
a bit of third person for your liking
Emma had been wandering around her house for days with nothing to do. Nothing at all to do- at. all. She had a sinking feeling that she should be doing something, a remnant of the feelings that plagued her for the entire school year. If she really would sit down to think about it, she would see that there were no deadlines and no responsibilities because this is summertime. So she watched some Dawson's Creek and wandered around the internet for a while before deciding to trek over to North South street for a while.
Peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich in hand, she made the journey to Bray's Recapping service for multiple reasons. One had to do with the fact that her oil needed to be changed 6 or 7 hundred miles ago and her car had recently been making sounds that would alert any normal person of certain demise. The other was just a routine tire-rotation. So she dropped it off at the friendly and somewhat podunk mechanic's and walked up to deliver the yummy lunch to her starving mother at the high school. She then hung out with the English teachers for a while whose respective demeanors had taken a drastic change for the brighter since the end of school less than 24 hours ago at the time.
The next hour was spent sitting outside of Bray's, talking to whichever mechanics happened to stop by. Dean Bray then made conversation with her for a while, friendly and reminiscent of how small-towns are usually stereotyped. Her experience with this stereotype wasn't negative; in fact, she realized the charm of small towns in that moment. She considered getting angry about the ridiculous wait she was experiencing, but then realized that she had nowhere to be and nobody to get mad at since most of them seemed honestly sorry to be taking a while. Plus, nobody likes an annoying customer. For that one hour, it didn't really matter that she might be late coming home which might make her sister have to take on the driving responsibilities presented by Jill and Charlotte's need to be in Pilot.
She wasn't late, much to the joy of Kate, and ended up making the trek to Pilot and back. At about 4:49 she started on her way to Chile Verde to meet up with her Senior Leader friends for one last dinner get-together before they all parted ways for the summer. It was a fun dinner, they sat outside so they could be as loud and free to talk as they wanted. It's fun times like this that she will miss about her Senior year. Not all of the silly drama and ugly homework, but the fun and carefree hanging out. She unfortunately had to cut out early on the hanging out- missing the trip for ice cream in favor of going to SCUBA class.
The class itself wasn't bad, it was being underwater in that dirty, dirty, disgusting, nearly vomit-inducing RCC pool water that really got to her. Only one more class and 4 quarry-dives to go on until she can finally be set loose to explore tropical waters, though. Once at home she wrote some thank-you notes and ate some delightful raspberry pie while anxiously awaiting the announcement of our 2005 American Idol. Carrie Underwood it is! She knew it all along. Her faith in this "country girl with heart" was never shaken. Sure, the rocker could've won, but it just seemed unlikely. The votes previously grabbed by Vonzell would surely go to Carrie. She wasn't that attached to this season, though, because it came on during the timeslot of Gilmore Girls. She does owe her alliegance to House somewhat to American Idol, because House came on immediately after the singing extravaganza and she'd watch it with her family. Ahh, Primetime TV. It takes a little planning, but optimal viewing experience can be obtained.
She now sits at her computer and thinks about the joy she will be experiencing in T minus 6 days when she will be at Cheerio. But first she has to get through Graduation- a monumental task indeed.
Peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich in hand, she made the journey to Bray's Recapping service for multiple reasons. One had to do with the fact that her oil needed to be changed 6 or 7 hundred miles ago and her car had recently been making sounds that would alert any normal person of certain demise. The other was just a routine tire-rotation. So she dropped it off at the friendly and somewhat podunk mechanic's and walked up to deliver the yummy lunch to her starving mother at the high school. She then hung out with the English teachers for a while whose respective demeanors had taken a drastic change for the brighter since the end of school less than 24 hours ago at the time.
The next hour was spent sitting outside of Bray's, talking to whichever mechanics happened to stop by. Dean Bray then made conversation with her for a while, friendly and reminiscent of how small-towns are usually stereotyped. Her experience with this stereotype wasn't negative; in fact, she realized the charm of small towns in that moment. She considered getting angry about the ridiculous wait she was experiencing, but then realized that she had nowhere to be and nobody to get mad at since most of them seemed honestly sorry to be taking a while. Plus, nobody likes an annoying customer. For that one hour, it didn't really matter that she might be late coming home which might make her sister have to take on the driving responsibilities presented by Jill and Charlotte's need to be in Pilot.
She wasn't late, much to the joy of Kate, and ended up making the trek to Pilot and back. At about 4:49 she started on her way to Chile Verde to meet up with her Senior Leader friends for one last dinner get-together before they all parted ways for the summer. It was a fun dinner, they sat outside so they could be as loud and free to talk as they wanted. It's fun times like this that she will miss about her Senior year. Not all of the silly drama and ugly homework, but the fun and carefree hanging out. She unfortunately had to cut out early on the hanging out- missing the trip for ice cream in favor of going to SCUBA class.
The class itself wasn't bad, it was being underwater in that dirty, dirty, disgusting, nearly vomit-inducing RCC pool water that really got to her. Only one more class and 4 quarry-dives to go on until she can finally be set loose to explore tropical waters, though. Once at home she wrote some thank-you notes and ate some delightful raspberry pie while anxiously awaiting the announcement of our 2005 American Idol. Carrie Underwood it is! She knew it all along. Her faith in this "country girl with heart" was never shaken. Sure, the rocker could've won, but it just seemed unlikely. The votes previously grabbed by Vonzell would surely go to Carrie. She wasn't that attached to this season, though, because it came on during the timeslot of Gilmore Girls. She does owe her alliegance to House somewhat to American Idol, because House came on immediately after the singing extravaganza and she'd watch it with her family. Ahh, Primetime TV. It takes a little planning, but optimal viewing experience can be obtained.
She now sits at her computer and thinks about the joy she will be experiencing in T minus 6 days when she will be at Cheerio. But first she has to get through Graduation- a monumental task indeed.
Monday, May 23, 2005
i don't know where i've been but i know where i want to go
I'm sure there are better ways I could be spending my summer evenings, but right now I'm filling them with boredom and aimless internet browsing and watching the Bright Eyes video for" First Day of My Life" with tears in my eyes because it makes me so happy and depressed all at the same time. I passed the window of opportunity for hanging out with my friends a couple of times and I guess I could've called them myself but I lost the motivation and decided to make it a night in by myself. Me, myself, and my trusty computer. All I need on a good, bored night. You know what I do to take up the boredom time? I write my valedictorian speech. I make additions and practice it and get depressed that it probably won't be any good and nobody will like it and then I don't care and then I read it to Kate or somebody and then I feel better. I've done it like twice. As long as I don't go down in history as the worst valedictorian ever, I think I'll be just fine. As long as my class doesn't blame me for ruining graduation, I'll be fine. At this particular moment in time, I'm happy to be graduating. The glory of high school is fading quickly and the benefits of being at Cheerio and all that stuff are quickly gaining favor in my brain. I'm just in a depressed mood I guess. I get in those sometimes. Like, I'm too tired to attempt going up to my bed and falling asleep, and I'm sure nothing good is on TV so I'd rather just sit down here and type stuff. And listen to music. Like Bright Eyes. And Damien Rice. Talk about mellow and depressing- you oughtta try "Blower's Daughter." Holy cow. Hmm. I think I'll go listen to some of that sad music now. Adios, amigos.
Saturday, May 21, 2005
time flies like an arrow; fruit flies like bananas.
What's weird is that time can go on and on without anybody really noticing. We start off with our best-laid plans that take into account the amount of time each step along the way will take up. Each action is planned to the minute, but then the action actually starts taking place and we forget all about it. Before we know it, time is up. One minute we find ourselves anxiously awaiting the beginning of the processes, and the next, it seems, we are done with it all and are looking back on how it all fell together. Rarely are we aware of time actually passing during the time when the action is taking place- because we are caught up in doing. I find this to be true for most of the events in my life. The down-time between things is spent contemplating if and when and how everything's going to work out, but then all of a sudden I find myself at the end. Like now. It seems like just a moment ago when I was wondering if I would actually survive through the AP Bio exam. And now look at me- I'm about to graduate and I survived. I'm here getting ready to have one heck of an awesome summer and school is the last thing on my mind. Senior year flew by, but I guess I'm glad. It means I was having fun. And I guess it didn't really fly by, it just seems that way because I've had the same classes all year. Who knows. I was doing so many things that I forgot to be aware of the time passing. Now the time between now and graduation should feel like nothing at all, if my logic is right.
I'm out of high school! I have no more classes until graduation! Now I'm going to be lazy and computer-y until Cheerio because I won't be lazy the whole rest of the summer. I think I'm going to watch some movies and sleep outside and do random lazy things like that. I'll keep you posted on my progress as a lazy person.
Friday, May 20, 2005
you know what sucks?
one-ply toilet paper.
On to other things, steel wool is a very interesting thing. I mean, seriously. Who thought of it? And who were the geniuses at Brillo or wherever that decided to also add soap? I bet one guy in the olden days was tired of scraping baked on veal off of his pots so he got his blacksmith friend to give him his extra metal shards which he had his wife weave together so he could clean his pots more thorougly. Little did he know that his simple idea would catch on and dishes-doers everywhere would employ the use of this tool to scrape off rice from pans. The problem with steel wool is that it rusts. One barely gets enough use out of the small pad before it rusts away and one must replace it with another from the box. I actually just keep using the rusty ones, I just choose to ignore the rust. Just like I'll eat a moldy piece of bread if I cut off the mold first. It's really not that bad. This is coming from the least germophobic person you know. I think my lack of concern for germs is what gives me a good immune system. So even if I did get rust on my dishes, it wouldn't phase me. Though that is helped by the shot they gave me in the arm in 6th grade for Tetanus. I knew those things would come in handy one of these days.
P.S.- envelopes officially taste ridiculously bad. just in case you didn't already know.
On to other things, steel wool is a very interesting thing. I mean, seriously. Who thought of it? And who were the geniuses at Brillo or wherever that decided to also add soap? I bet one guy in the olden days was tired of scraping baked on veal off of his pots so he got his blacksmith friend to give him his extra metal shards which he had his wife weave together so he could clean his pots more thorougly. Little did he know that his simple idea would catch on and dishes-doers everywhere would employ the use of this tool to scrape off rice from pans. The problem with steel wool is that it rusts. One barely gets enough use out of the small pad before it rusts away and one must replace it with another from the box. I actually just keep using the rusty ones, I just choose to ignore the rust. Just like I'll eat a moldy piece of bread if I cut off the mold first. It's really not that bad. This is coming from the least germophobic person you know. I think my lack of concern for germs is what gives me a good immune system. So even if I did get rust on my dishes, it wouldn't phase me. Though that is helped by the shot they gave me in the arm in 6th grade for Tetanus. I knew those things would come in handy one of these days.
P.S.- envelopes officially taste ridiculously bad. just in case you didn't already know.
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
are you sirius?
Today is the kind of day on which even the wind blowing in my windows on my face annoys me. After coming to the realization that my high school days truly are coming to an end, and after realizing that I have to keep working on that silly speech for which I lost motivation already, and after lamenting on the fact that yearbook signings are great but then get old after reading them a billion times trying to recapture old feelings, and after staring at a dead pig for an hour and a half, I just got a little depressed. It is as if there was some sort of drug in the food at Shikora Express. I definitely feel drugged. All that condensed air must have had some effect on my health because I also feel kinda cruddy. Yearbooks make me sad because I realize how many good friends I have. One wouldn't normally associate this realization with being sad, but for some unrationalizable reason, I was sad. I also get sad when I think about leaving these friendships behind. MAHS will go on without me. I just need to remember that there is a natural uncertainty when in a transition phase. We are uncertain of what lies ahead, so we cling to what is familiar and what makes us happy right now. I certainly am, at least. One familiar thing that will make the transition much easier is that lovely place we like to call Cheerio. Seriously, how much am I looking forward to this summer? A ridiculous amount. So, yeah. I need a nap but I think I'll just go to bed early or something.
Monday, May 16, 2005
this is unexpected.
I would be the last one to expect me to be thinking like this, but whoa. I have 4 days left of my high school career. I am graduating. Just the mere thought makes me tingly.
I am sad. I like hanging out with people, and this always happens to me right before I'm leaving a place. I start hanging out with more people and I wish that I could stay forever to keep hanging out with the cool people I've met. Some small part of me wishes, despite the suckiness of high school, that I could stay for a little while longer. If all school were like these last two weeks without work or responsibilities, I would enjoy it so much and never want to leave. I am also sad because the class of 2005 will never be all together like this again. Spontaneous hangouts with these folks won't happen because we're all going off into our new lives. The senior trip was the epitome of great high school hanging out. Everybody was there, practically. We all set aside most of the petty annoyances and just hung out. I sure am a sucker for hanging out.
I am happy. My whole life is ahead of me- many new excitements and adventures and down times and boring times and so much more are awaiting me around this next huge corner. Cheerio is coming up and then college with my favoritest friends and so many new people to meet. So I'm more excited than I am depressed. Because I like all of my MA friends, but I'm not ridiculously attached to anyone here. I have my good friends, but they've made it easy enough to be okay with leaving. And of course I'll make visits to people because visiting is so much fun.
the phone isdead: yea, it's kind of werid
the phone isdead: *weird
the phone isdead: but really exciting. the way i figure it, hey, we had a good run. if i never see you again, i enjoyed it. i hope you have a great rest of your life and are successful in all that you do. let's move on.
the phone isdead: the proverbial "you"
I am sad. I like hanging out with people, and this always happens to me right before I'm leaving a place. I start hanging out with more people and I wish that I could stay forever to keep hanging out with the cool people I've met. Some small part of me wishes, despite the suckiness of high school, that I could stay for a little while longer. If all school were like these last two weeks without work or responsibilities, I would enjoy it so much and never want to leave. I am also sad because the class of 2005 will never be all together like this again. Spontaneous hangouts with these folks won't happen because we're all going off into our new lives. The senior trip was the epitome of great high school hanging out. Everybody was there, practically. We all set aside most of the petty annoyances and just hung out. I sure am a sucker for hanging out.
I am happy. My whole life is ahead of me- many new excitements and adventures and down times and boring times and so much more are awaiting me around this next huge corner. Cheerio is coming up and then college with my favoritest friends and so many new people to meet. So I'm more excited than I am depressed. Because I like all of my MA friends, but I'm not ridiculously attached to anyone here. I have my good friends, but they've made it easy enough to be okay with leaving. And of course I'll make visits to people because visiting is so much fun.
the phone isdead: yea, it's kind of werid
the phone isdead: *weird
the phone isdead: but really exciting. the way i figure it, hey, we had a good run. if i never see you again, i enjoyed it. i hope you have a great rest of your life and are successful in all that you do. let's move on.
the phone isdead: the proverbial "you"
Thursday, May 12, 2005
here's lookin at you, kid.
The sad thing about senior year is that it is a year of lasts. My most recent last was my last piano lesson, which took place yesterday. It is an odd thing- leaving something that has been a part of your life for so long. I've taken paino for at least 10 years. That's 10 years' worth of wednesday afternoons at Mrs. Paul's house that are now officially in the past. 10 years' worth of forgetting to do my theory homework and "facing the music" when I didn't practice. Mrs. Paul and I have been through a lot. She can tell when I've not practiced, and when I'm in a bad mood and don't feel like playing well. She knows my potential and knows that I have good fingers for trills and huge chords and that I can handle odd rythyms. I've been going to her since I was a tiny third grader whose hands could barely stretch to reach an octave, and look at me now. My hands can stretch a few notes over an octave and I am a big 12th grader. She knows that I have to hear a song before I can play it properly, as opposed to my sightreading sisters. Hmm. So it was sad for me to say goodbye to the regularity. Now I have decided that I want to keep playing piano on my own. I want to have a piano in my house and be able to sit down and play songs that I like when I have my own home someday. I want my kids to be able to grow up hearing the piano being played (because I certainly will be making them take lessons when they're able). Playing songs relaxes me. Plus, I can't just let all of these years go to waste.
I think I'm going to go play some piano.
I think I'm going to go play some piano.
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
"emma, isn't this show about you?"
The best TV shows get cancelled after one season. The ratings-hungry networks don't want to invest the time to let the awesomeness of the show sink in. Freaks and Geeks is one such show. Full of character and insight and humor, the show was cancelled after the one glorious season. Now its silly comebacks will be forever immortalized in a DVD box-set owned by the few loyal fans gained before its untimely fall. While watching it today in Ms. Shelton's class, I longed for the days when good shows were on television. By good shows, I mean ones that weren't so full of themselves and didn't have to have boatloads of drama like on the ever popular OC, or tick-tock suspense like 24, or scandals and horrible singers like American Idol. Good shows make some insight into normal, everyday life. I think it has something to do with the lighting as well. The shows that haven't been as popular all have the same lighting. Hmm.
Some shows fall victim to the vanity of their stars, caught up in the possibility of greater stardom. Most celebrities don't want to be tied down to a sitcom and/or television show their whole lives, they want to branch out into the big screen. Case in point: Claire Danes on My So Called Life. That show was full of charm, but Claire felt like she could make a better career by leaving it in the dust. Ms. Danes, if only you knew how great the show could've been, if only you'd stayed a little bit longer.
Some shows fall victim to the unfortunate time slot in which they are placed. Joan of Arcadia is a show that I enjoy very much, but I'm honestly never home on Friday's at 8:00 anymore. If I am, it doesn't happen often enough for me to be involved with the show. CBS still hasn't moved the slot, though I wish they would change it to a weekday. I would certainly watch it religiously as I did when I didn't have a social life back when it first came on. Countless shows have been cursed by the evil time-slot, many of which I am not even aware.
But then the question arises: Are you so sure the show would've been as great had it stayed on the air? I honestly think that some shows fulfilled their purpose in the short spots they were aired. It's like a really long movie- a short glimpse into the lives of the characters, but not too much of a glimpse. The show was given just enough time to shine before we saw it burn out. Which is why I am sad that they are no longer airing these shows, but why I am so glad that I have the ability to purchase them on DVD and forever be able to partake in the wonderfulness.
Some shows fall victim to the vanity of their stars, caught up in the possibility of greater stardom. Most celebrities don't want to be tied down to a sitcom and/or television show their whole lives, they want to branch out into the big screen. Case in point: Claire Danes on My So Called Life. That show was full of charm, but Claire felt like she could make a better career by leaving it in the dust. Ms. Danes, if only you knew how great the show could've been, if only you'd stayed a little bit longer.
Some shows fall victim to the unfortunate time slot in which they are placed. Joan of Arcadia is a show that I enjoy very much, but I'm honestly never home on Friday's at 8:00 anymore. If I am, it doesn't happen often enough for me to be involved with the show. CBS still hasn't moved the slot, though I wish they would change it to a weekday. I would certainly watch it religiously as I did when I didn't have a social life back when it first came on. Countless shows have been cursed by the evil time-slot, many of which I am not even aware.
But then the question arises: Are you so sure the show would've been as great had it stayed on the air? I honestly think that some shows fulfilled their purpose in the short spots they were aired. It's like a really long movie- a short glimpse into the lives of the characters, but not too much of a glimpse. The show was given just enough time to shine before we saw it burn out. Which is why I am sad that they are no longer airing these shows, but why I am so glad that I have the ability to purchase them on DVD and forever be able to partake in the wonderfulness.
Sunday, May 01, 2005
a change in direction
"With eyes wide open to the mercies of God, I beg you, my brothers, as an act of intelligent worship, to give him your bodies, as a living sacrifice, consecrated to him and acceptable by him. Don't let the world around you squeeze you into its own mould, but let God remake you so that your whole attitude of mind is changed."
- Romans 12:1-3 (J.B. Phillips translation)
This was at the center of Cleve's talk at quest tonight, and it really hit home for me, especially now. A ton of things have been going on-- things are swirling around in my head and I'm having a hard time sorting them out. I've come to a few resolutions, and I am going to state them (or at least one) here.
My blog has strayed from its usual emotional connectedness. I avoid the deep, hard topics in favor of lighthearted ones that are easier to write. I want to go back to being true and forgetting my audience.
I don't like thinking about dating. I am not the dating type. I don't like knowing what is going on in other people's romantic lives. It depresses the hell out of me. I am more the marriage type. I know this will probably be hard to understand, but I don't think that I would want to date any guys at the maturity level which my peers are experiencing. I am not the "hooking up" kind of girl. I don't even know what that entails. So until boys stop searching for a "hook up," I will be enjoying my life without all the shallow drama. I want love, not lust. I am not made for lust. Nobody is, really. I just think that I want to be out of the relationship loop until the maturity level is right. It will give me so much time to focus on much more rewarding and fulfilling things. Dating is not where I find my fulfillment. That is not to say that I regret my dating past. I don't at all. If anything, it helped me a lot with my viewpoint. I don't have any regrets in my life at all up to this point, and that is something I'm proud of.
It's a really great thing when walls break down between friends and you can sit down and talk about true things to each other because you have trust in each other and just honestly need to share thoughts. It is quite liberating. A talk such as this led me to part of my previous semi-epiphany.
I'm not allowing comments so you guys can let my words and only my words soak in so you get the whole meaning from me.
- Romans 12:1-3 (J.B. Phillips translation)
This was at the center of Cleve's talk at quest tonight, and it really hit home for me, especially now. A ton of things have been going on-- things are swirling around in my head and I'm having a hard time sorting them out. I've come to a few resolutions, and I am going to state them (or at least one) here.
My blog has strayed from its usual emotional connectedness. I avoid the deep, hard topics in favor of lighthearted ones that are easier to write. I want to go back to being true and forgetting my audience.
I don't like thinking about dating. I am not the dating type. I don't like knowing what is going on in other people's romantic lives. It depresses the hell out of me. I am more the marriage type. I know this will probably be hard to understand, but I don't think that I would want to date any guys at the maturity level which my peers are experiencing. I am not the "hooking up" kind of girl. I don't even know what that entails. So until boys stop searching for a "hook up," I will be enjoying my life without all the shallow drama. I want love, not lust. I am not made for lust. Nobody is, really. I just think that I want to be out of the relationship loop until the maturity level is right. It will give me so much time to focus on much more rewarding and fulfilling things. Dating is not where I find my fulfillment. That is not to say that I regret my dating past. I don't at all. If anything, it helped me a lot with my viewpoint. I don't have any regrets in my life at all up to this point, and that is something I'm proud of.
It's a really great thing when walls break down between friends and you can sit down and talk about true things to each other because you have trust in each other and just honestly need to share thoughts. It is quite liberating. A talk such as this led me to part of my previous semi-epiphany.
I'm not allowing comments so you guys can let my words and only my words soak in so you get the whole meaning from me.