plus, i dreamt of grade school crush last night.
my 13 (? - yes, i'm a bad sister that way) -year-old sister's graduating valedictorian.
happy news.
she doesn't want to write her valedictory speech (and who can blame her?), so my mother told me to write it for her.
not-so-happy news.
a ten-year-old sends an aunt a ridiculously chatty letter one boring summer, and suddenly she's known as "the writer". it frustrates me, really. now, i've been trying to explain how i can only be counted on for lengthy emails and grocery lists (which i sometimes make a mess of, too. i always forget to include stuff like bread and rice, while somehow never failing to go home with yet another kind of mustard or cookie), but everyone gets on my case for being difficult and mean.
i would love to do it for her, but i can't. i even tried working on it a couple of times this week - "tried" being the operative word. but i can't seem to think of anything.
because even if, say, i am capable of writing something that would make sense to and impress teachers and parents (honestly, did anyone of you bother to listen to ANY of the speeches on your graduation? personally, i zoned out through all of them. seems fitting, i thought, since i was zoned out the whole entire time i was in school.), what would i know about valedictory speeches, anyway? the first and last time i was ever made to do one was when i graduated from prep (apparently, borderline juvenile delinquents who never do homework and always submit late lab reports and projects are never eligible for the crown.). and i'm willing to bet my entire set of teeth that my grandfather and/or my uncle helped me out big time on that one.
and even if, say, i could write AND have "valedictorian" stamped on my very soul, i still wouldn't able to do it.
because i'm pretty sure i should be saying something about hope and excitement. about looking forward to growing up and discovering one's self. about how as important it is to look back at and value all that they've gone through, people you've met, things you've learned, they should never let these hinder them from eagerly embracing what the future holds for their young, beautiful souls.
and i don't want to. one, because i don't want to sound like a motivational speaker. and two, even with the x number of graduations under my belt, i am not hopeful nor excited; i still haven't grown up and am lightyears away from knowing who i really am; i spend half the time terribly missing and pining for some people and some things that i used to do (and i do things, not people), and half the time grimacing in disgust at the memory of some people and some things i used to do (this time, i meant both people and things - KIDDING, KIDDING); and i try not to think about the future because it scares me.
it wouldn't be right to lie to those young, beautiful souls now, would it?
happy news.
she doesn't want to write her valedictory speech (and who can blame her?), so my mother told me to write it for her.
not-so-happy news.
a ten-year-old sends an aunt a ridiculously chatty letter one boring summer, and suddenly she's known as "the writer". it frustrates me, really. now, i've been trying to explain how i can only be counted on for lengthy emails and grocery lists (which i sometimes make a mess of, too. i always forget to include stuff like bread and rice, while somehow never failing to go home with yet another kind of mustard or cookie), but everyone gets on my case for being difficult and mean.
i would love to do it for her, but i can't. i even tried working on it a couple of times this week - "tried" being the operative word. but i can't seem to think of anything.
because even if, say, i am capable of writing something that would make sense to and impress teachers and parents (honestly, did anyone of you bother to listen to ANY of the speeches on your graduation? personally, i zoned out through all of them. seems fitting, i thought, since i was zoned out the whole entire time i was in school.), what would i know about valedictory speeches, anyway? the first and last time i was ever made to do one was when i graduated from prep (apparently, borderline juvenile delinquents who never do homework and always submit late lab reports and projects are never eligible for the crown.). and i'm willing to bet my entire set of teeth that my grandfather and/or my uncle helped me out big time on that one.
and even if, say, i could write AND have "valedictorian" stamped on my very soul, i still wouldn't able to do it.
because i'm pretty sure i should be saying something about hope and excitement. about looking forward to growing up and discovering one's self. about how as important it is to look back at and value all that they've gone through, people you've met, things you've learned, they should never let these hinder them from eagerly embracing what the future holds for their young, beautiful souls.
and i don't want to. one, because i don't want to sound like a motivational speaker. and two, even with the x number of graduations under my belt, i am not hopeful nor excited; i still haven't grown up and am lightyears away from knowing who i really am; i spend half the time terribly missing and pining for some people and some things that i used to do (and i do things, not people), and half the time grimacing in disgust at the memory of some people and some things i used to do (this time, i meant both people and things - KIDDING, KIDDING); and i try not to think about the future because it scares me.
it wouldn't be right to lie to those young, beautiful souls now, would it?
