Artsy Time

I wrote this over a year ago in my English Language AP Course... It was apparently the most personal thing I've ever written, but the symbolism makes NO sense to me now... help me out?

The windowsill is a pane of curiosity, while r a t t l i n g vents spout fabricated, woolly soothers, which brush my tender shins.
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G off of six rubber disks. Peroxide slices through my vessels while mending.

Shaking hard and creating globular bubbles of matching bliss as the anxious densities wrestle their fate. A Union at last, it floods the stuff that’s “good for me” and is set back to dissipate again into masses of a divergent populace.

Stoplights shatter across cemented earth while slopping red discouragement into gutters.

Looking up, I have known, is my expected or worthy statement of conviction, something I did not register until I was strained at all posts.

Sideways beneath the sheets is where I become what I am.

The face of an Angel here is something representing hope for my selfless wish.

While Naysayers preached to me of my morality of Unpolluted solitude, I substantially failed at their flighty conduct, without a doubt in my mind.

Focusing on vocation with Gels and magnifying ice cream cones of metal, dreams of never letting go and chords rubbing into something useful. I lap up every falling chocolate chip and watch tears stream as the Apple reflects me in its sequined shine. Limberly sprawling through the memories and knowing that what is ahead is not what it Should be.

Ahhhh, Day 5

It's official everyone! The doctor gave me the wonderful news last night that after a "double round" of bloodwork, I have mono. HOORAY!

This doesn't mean I'm a leper, but it does mean that my tongue is toxic. All I have to do is be careful I don't over-do it.

Re-cap of today: I woke up in a pile of pillows and walked around straightening my room. I then proceeded to open my book: I was on page 80/280... and I have a test on Monday. With a sigh, I started reading. The tiny font of death made it literally take an hour to get through a whopping 25 pages. Ridiculous? I think yes. But, I eventually realized that maybe annotating was holding me back... it was. I forced my self to separate from the clicks of the ballpoint pen, and suddenly I was BREEZING through the story.

And I sit here a champion. Today, I read 200 pages of a book, watched TV, continued to edit through pictures for my senior page, AND took a two-hour nap. Oh, the joys of sick-hood.

And now my friends, I enjoy the thrills of talking to my friends who AREN'T at Dannypallooza on AIM. A part of me wishes I could be there right now watching the hilarity ensue, but the bigger part of me likes being waited on by my mother as I cuddle up with my cat and my snuggie and watch a brilliant movie of the book I just finished....

Tomorrow is my first functioning-human day since this ordeal. I awake, shower, SING WITH JEREMY finally, and go off to tech my play. Let's hope these lines are in the shape I want them to be in! :)

Why the F(lu) Hasn't Chadwick Closed-Down School Yet?!

Yep. I'm asking you, Chadwick.

I'm sitting here, at home, a victim of this odd bug going around- might I even mention "the swine flu"- and instead of being a normal kid home sick, I'm panicking about the incessant amounts of homework I have to catch up on. While Weids is reassuring me that my teachers will let me take my time in readjusting to all of the missed work, I still can't help but think of the past years- the nightmares of getting to school and being asked "So, can you make up the quiz during break?" with nothing but the overwhelming heartbeat and a hesitant "SSSSuureee," when in fact I haven't studied because I was dying of a fever or spent my time guzzling pills and leaning over the toilet instead of memorizing formulas.

I think that closing down school for a week would be the smartest thing for Chadwick to do. Think about getting this news. Think about the wonderful things that could happen:

Already sick ones (like me): You aren't going to miss as much school as you thought you were. You can RELAX, which could lead to better and faster recovery!

Already exposed, soon to be sick ones (like my sisters): You can stay home, get sick, and not contaminate the rest of the campus while you are in your first few stages of symptoms. You can get on that Tamiflu immediately and then miss only a little school if it lasts longer than a week.

Exposed, but not-gonna-get-sick ones: Lucky you. Once you're sure you're not sick, have fun.

Teachers: You get to have some time before the parent conferences and catch up on your grading. Maybe even have a spare moment to relax!

Campus: You can take a break. Get clean and sanitized for the new opening to HEALTHY, HAPPY, AND READY-TO-WORK STUDENTS AND FACULTY.

I just don't see a downside to this plan. Instead of being home, video-chatting with the other 10 sickies on my buddy list and worrying about getting all of this worked out, I could be sleeping or slurping up some nice Chicken Noodle Soup while watching a movie and recovering.

Just saying...

Memiores of a Swine/Mono/Sickness-Stricken Senior

So... today is day four of the height of my awkwardly long sickness. Two weeks ago, I ran to the nurse yelping because of an intense cramp-like pain all along my stomach area. I stayed home from school the next day, which I thought helped. Then I went to school the next day which wore me out and I came home and crashed again for another day. This happened on and off for two weeks and this past Monday, the cramping and the pain caused me to miss my cheer practice and come home, where I passed out on my bed for three hours and then woke up, only to work for two hours and pass out again for the rest of the night.

I've been home since then.

Although, I left my house once to go to the doctor, where they told me (after an almost-fainting-spell thanks to my tiny veins and blood tests) I definitely don't have swine flu, but I might have mono. Wait- what?! With almost half of the cast of my play (which includes lots of kissing and hugging) confined at home with "LA SWINE," how on EARTH would I have mono and NOT swine flu?

I put this sickness upon myself by doing WAY too many things these past few weeks. With Rising Stars (which I miss terribly), Homecoming, AND Cherry Orchard.... too much. Thank the lord CO was postponed a week...

So. Here I am. Wallowing in my misery with a bottle of Pepto Bismol pills (can't stomach liquids), a gallon jug of water, my pink snuggie, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, a thermometer, and my house phone next to me. I've missed loads of work, loads of rehearsal, and loads of social interaction.

I'm planning on writing an article for INFLUX entitled "Why the F(lu) has Chadwick not Closed Down Yet?!" With an overwhelming amount of seniors gone at Monday's assembly.... with 8/20 people in my math class on Monday... it makes no sense.

Well that's all for now. My Dad's off to London and I'm off to get through another chunk of this book before I video-chat rehearse for the Cherry Orchard. And after that? Sleep. The UC App. Cukoo's Nest. Art History. My Senior Page. Too much work...

Adieu.