This is the best of times..

This is the best of times.... and the worst of times!! Best of times because school's almost done for!!! worst of times because that also means being overwhelmed with (world history) projects and studying for finals.. and also worst of times because that means the Seniors won't be here next year. Best of times because on Friday is Jr/Sr and there's really no downfall to that at all! and last but not least.... best of times because SUMMER IS ALMOST HERE! (which kinda goes along with the first one.... but just go with it :-) but worst of times because i don't have a job and i'm putting it off .... that ends my serious of best and worst. hope you had fun.

i did.



eec.

Change

There's a line in this one song that goes changes aren't permanent... but change is. and i sware every day of my life i live-- that becomes more true. people change, environments change, relationships change, and you yourself change. and even though some of those changes aren't always permanent.... change will always be happening!

so i guess i better get used to it!

once we crossed the bridge...

Once we crossed the bridge, it was only 2 miles till Deadman's Bluff. Our muddy, red jeep took the rocky road well with its 4-wheel drive. There was a sense of excitement in the car, yet you could also feel the nerves; a fifty foot drop into water is not a short jump. So why were these 3 girls doing somethin that they were so nervous about? Maybe it was for the rush, the excitement, maybe just for the pride of it. But whatever the reason, they weren't turning around now. We got out of the car in our swimsuits and flipflops. All three of us leaned just enough over to peak over the edge. It was so far up; the view was almost nauseating. We silently looked at eachother and whipped our fists out ..... rock- paper - scissors. I lost both matches, which means I'm first. I knew it was all mental. I just had to do it... don't think about it and don't doubt anything. I tried to psych myself up by thinking about the hundreds of people who had done this before me. And with one last deep breath, I leaped over the edge.... AAAAHHHHHH!


The End


~eec
P.S. This story is not true. lol.

hellllllooo there

i dislike valentine's day

My Recess Memory

Ahh... RECESS! Just that word brings back so many memories and all of them occurred at a place called Highland Christian School. There were, of course, different stages of recess. In kindergarten and part of elementary we had the old brown playset and the little field to run around in. Then, sometime later in elementary we got the new bright colored playset. I remember when Mr. B was helping building that and there were these really deep holes for the poles to go down in (i think they were made by some machine) and i got down inside and it was so scary because you were basically underground in this maybe 3-4 feet wide hole that completely covered up your height. Anyway, I also remember inside recesses in the gym where we would play knockout and get out boardgames to play on the bleachers. Then, as we got older recess was more of a time to take a break from school rather than for getting all our energy out and it was spent on the swings or maybe playing soccer in that old dusty field. And the last thing I remember about recesses is getting in trouble and having to stand at that wall for 5, 10, or even 15 min (which I believe was the whole recess). I can't tell you how many bricks I counted or traced or stared at during my school years. Not that it happened a lot, but when it did it seemed like an eternity. Well, those recess days are long over, and sure! I miss 'em!


~EEC~

vulnerability and so much more

i think i realized that the one thing i fear most is vulnerability. putting yourself out there and knowing that it could come back and bite you in the butt is a big deal, no matter what the situation. and i guess the question is whether you want to stay safe and secure and comfortable or take a risk knowing that maybe it could be better. and whether or not it's worth it.

and while i'm saying all this crap... we always have a lil devotional after practice (if the person doesn't forget) and kelly b. had this quote out of some book she had been reading and it said, "you're not who you think you are; you're not who they think you are; you're who you think they think you are." and i just thought that was so good. because i wish i could go one day without caring the least bit what people think and not caring if i say a stupid joke or embarrass myself.

one last thing... in Sunday School last week (or maybe the week before) Drew asked us why we thought that none of us had ever dated within our group. and he brought up the phrase "Familiarity breeds contempt." the thought that once you become acquainted (or familiar) with someone or something it loses its "specialness" (yes i know thats not a word) and i'd just like to say.... i think that is so completely true.

did i just make myself vulnerable?

I thought if I just had...

I don't remember what grade I was in.... I'm thinkin it was probably around 4th or 5th grade. I wanted a pair of rollerblades! And I thought if I just had these rollerblades, I would never be bored. I longed for them for such a long time. I remember my mom finally taking me some place to pick some out, and I finally settled on this dark blue and black pair. Nothing terribly special about them, but I was excited to get them. It's funny, because usually if you want something for so long, you eventually forget why you wanted them and they lose their excitement over time. However, I did use these rollerblades more than just a couple times. But it's kinda funny because my house is on an incline and there are no sidewalks near my house unless you walk up the hill, so I would skate around in my drive way in circles. That makes me laugh... I probably looked like such a dork rollerblading around in circles.


EEC~