I remember being extremely intimidated by each and every upperclassmen.
I remember wanting to make friends with an upperclassman on the cross country team, but making myself look like a complete and utter fool with coherent words whenever I tried.
I remember running my very first varsity cross country race.
I remember being called ugly. Girls remember this stuff.
I remember going up to this girl named Alyson in my class at homecoming and saying, "Hey, we have the same name, let's take a picture together!" Then she became my best friend. (These two events not directly related.)
I remember my very first room for my very first forensics meet and listening to a very overdramatic interpretation of the poem "The Raven" and hating this poem ever since.
I remember going to Forensic state and having a weekend, that remains to this day, one of my favorite memories.
I remember singing the Food Rap in Freshman choir. I can promise you there is not a kid in my class who would not remember how to rap a verse to this day.
("Ice *beat* CREAM. Give me ice *beat* CREAM."
"Hot Dog. Hot dog. With mustard ketchup pickles YES.")
I remember the songs we sang in Freshman choir and could still sing them. Thankfully, I have forgotten the coreography.
I remember being introduced to Sudokus. They got me through pit orchestra.
I remember my first track meet. My friend and I peed about 15 times each, complained for about 4 solid hours, worried, complained, probably got yelled at by the coach, and ran a few times. Later that night we talked on MSN till 1 in the morning. She was dancing and making muffins, I was also dancing. And probably bingeing. Guys, I hated track.
Two words: Bus Rides. One time my friend and invented a whole work out routine for eyelid weights.
I remember the very first story we read in English was "The Cask of Amontillado" by Edgar Allen Poe. Creepy, guys. It's creepy. We also read Lord of the Flies.
Freshman year was more fun than I think I can pin point memories on, and I'll probably add more later... but... for now, this is all. xx
I like this. Makes me think of the fun I had my freshman year. :D
ReplyDeleteAh, freshman year. It was a crazy time.
ReplyDeleteThe weird thing about thinking about freshman year for me is that my little sister is a freshman right now, and sometimes that year still feels like last year.