Regrets: or why I don't use backspace

I don't use the backspace button when I blog. Well that's a bit of a lie. I use it to fix typos every once in a while, but that's about it. Everything all 3 readers see me write here is my first draft. I want to use this a place where I can write what I want and not regret it, so that's why I don't use backspace.


I don't ever really regret writing anything here, but there are things I regret.



I regret never really giving playing football a fair shot

I regret not trying to play soccer in college

I regret taking AP Calc

I regret not taking Chorus

I regret not ever asking her out

I regret not telling my mom "I love you" before bed last night

I regret breaking up with her last year

I regret not cleaning my room last night

I regret caring so much about college

I regret not visiting my uncle in the hospital last year

I regret quitting the drums

I regret never really working hard at songwriting



Well this made me sad.....

Proud: or living vicariously through my friends

I guess It's just the nature of senior year, but a lot of my friends are being recognized for their hard work. I've seen friends get into college, win athletic awards, make all-conference teams, and do all sorts of incredible things, and that's just SO cool! I had some cool plans this weekend. I saw and spent time with:

A kid who's headed to the Naval Academy

A girl who's now headed to Boston College

A boy who earned a starting spot on the varsity basketball team

A girl who deserves to get into any college in the country

My best friend, who's already 2/2 for colleges and is his class vice-president

A guy who won the soccer team MVP award

A future d1 athlete

A guy who, in my opinion is the embodiment of almost every good quality I can think of

and that's just scratching the surface....

I think Caroline wrote a similar post a while ago about how her friends are "going places." I couldn't agree more. There are few things more satisfying then seeing the people around you succeed and get the things they deserve.

my weekend, or why I go almost no work done.

So up until now, senior year wasn't exactly all that it's cracked up to be. Everyone who said it's the easiest year and that it's so much fun are big fat liars. Or so I thought.

Friday night, I had a basketball game. I didn't play a single minute. The highlight of the game for me was making a 3 during warm-ups. But it was still pretty cool. A bunch of my friends were back from college and came, and we won. They were the team that beat us in the championship game last year, so it was pretty cool. I headed to the locker room and celebrated with my team. Then I checked my phone. I had a text from my friend that said "Michigan?"

I didn't expect my decision until later so I freaked out. I ran to Ms. P and begged her to let me use her computer to check. I log onto my email and there it is. "YOUR UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN ADMISSIONS DECISION." I was freaking out. Alone in the training room, I clicked the email. "Congrats!" the email said, "Welcome to the College of Literature, Science, and Arts and the University of Michigan family."

I knocked over the trashcan next to Ms. P's desk with my spastic flailing. It was so exciting. Michigan is an incredible school, and the fact that I'm lucky enough to get accepted there is just absolutely mind-boggling. I called my mom and dad and told them. As I was getting ready to leave, I got asked to go to downtown Annapolis with some friends. I was so down.

I promptly got lost on the way there, which was good. Eventually I found my way there, and tried to park. This dude pulled out right in front of me and I parked pretty much instantly. Then I made an idiot of myself in some little nicknack store, playing around with the toy guns and stuff with my friend. We eventually just sat down and talked.

When I got home, I talked to my parents. We talked about college, and the future. It was honestly great to see them so proud. That was probably the best part about getting in. They talked about the future and how much potential I had. It was so exciting.

Then on saturday I went to go hang out with my best friend who I hadn't seen in about 2 months. He used to live down the street before he moved, and now it's hard to get out and see him, so I'm glad I could. We just chilled, watched football, goofed off, ordered pizza, and played video games. It was so much fun.

Sunday I headed home, and then went right to basketball practice. It was a good 2 hours of exercise, and it felt great, in the way a good gym workout does. Then I found out the Redskins won and are headed to the playoffs. After that, I had my soccer dinner.

I changed into khakis and a shirt really quickly and headed there. It made me a little sad and I really missed soccer season, but it was also a ton of fun. I won the team leadership award and a team MVP award.

I lost a lot of steam in this post, but I won't hit backspace. But basically it was pretty much the perfect weekend. Expect some sort of unnecessarily deep analysis in the coming days.

Quotes 3.0

I know all 0 people who read this really missed my annoying, rambling, stupidly introspective quote posts, but I'm gonna start them again. Today's quoter (quotee?) is the one and only Jay Principio. The quote:

"Danny is a mango"

This brings up a lot of memories. Memories of hilarious jokes in pre-calc, and then much less hilarious derivatives in Calculus. But the thing that it really reminds me of is Indian Creek. I know this is a stretch, but hear me out.

I really, really, really did not want to go to Indian Creek for high school. I begged and pleaded my parents to let me go literally anywhere else. I was passive-aggressively leaving little fliers for other schools on their desks. It was bad. I hated the middle school with all of my heart. It was a place full of the typical preteen hormone-filled angsty bullshit, plus a bunch of kids who were, to put it lightly, dickheads. I was petrified at the thought of having to spend another 4 years with those kids.

And then I didn't. My experiences at the high school were pretty much the exact opposite of the middle school. No more angry teachers telling my parents I had ADD, no more kids calling me a fag, none of that. I say now that Indian Creek is the best thing that ever happened to me. at the start of my freshman year I was, for lack of a better term, a fuck-up. Now I'm class president, a 3 sport varsity athlete, and on the heads list. No way does that happen at any other school. No way can I do tech crew for the musical and play soccer on the SAME DAY! Indian Creek has opened so many doors for me it's incredible.

But my favorite thing about Indian Creek is the people. I really like my teachers. There's not a single teacher I can think of that I haven't had at least one honest, interesting conversation with. But the teachers aren't really the point either. It's the kids.

I guess you could say I'm one of those people with a "best friend." The downside? He lives in Rockville. This means I don't have a go-to person at school. Instead I have about 20 people I consider "friends." Probably more, now that I think of it. The point is, I have an inside joke or 5 with almost everyone at Indian Creek. From jokes with the SGA president to jokes with the backup goalie for the lacrosse team, I have them all. I know senior, juniors, sophomores, and even a couple freshmen. (although I don't honestly know most of the freshmen's names.) It's so cool, and the "Danny is a Mango" thing is just the best example I have. All those stupid little jokes are honestly what gets me through the day sometimes.

So when I started this blog I didn't mean for it to sound like an ad for ICS, which it probably does. But the main point was to write about how much I like a lot of my friends at Indian Creek, and I try to just dump my mind out into my blog, so I refuse to hit backspace.

That's it for now. Peace

College Angst

I just wanna know, god damn it. I don't care if I get rejected at this point, I just want to know. UNC sent me an email and the subject was like "UNC ADMISSIONS" and I almost pissed my pants. Like come on, seriously? And all it said was something like "Happy holidays from the University of North Carolina" That's such garbage. What takes so long? Why can't they just release decisions when they make them, why draw it out until some stupid arbitrary date? It's pointless. I guess I don't see it from the school's point of view, but all I can think about is how much this sucks.

Another really unneccesarily short blog post.

I'm so disappointed in myself right now because I just don't have the energy for a long blog post. This is becoming a habit lately.... I'm about to explode.

HAIL YEAH!

HAIL TO THE REDSKINS, HAIL VICTORY! HAIL TO THE REDSKINS, FIGHT FOR ALL DC!



that was awesome

Calculus

So this is gonna be way shorter and lamer then my normal blogs, but screw it I'm tired.


I hate Calculus, and i suck at it. I think I did well on the test today. That;s about it, no deep underlying meaning here.


peace

Basketball

I mentioned this a bit in my super long post about soccer, but I'm gonna talk a bit more in depth right now.

I've played sports all my life. I've played a sport literally every season except one at Indian Creek, and that was because of an injury. I decided to try basketball again this year. I was kinda nervous about it, but decided to go for it. I was hurt, and it took me a while to actually get to practicing. The thing is, I don't really like basketball. It's fun to cheer on the bench and it's ok to play, but the game itself just isn't really that fun to me. My favorite part of practice is the loose ball drill, because diving on the floor reminds me of soccer.

Here's the thing. Basketball is a huge commitment. We practiced until 8 last night, and that wasn't that far out of the ordinary. It feels like I'm faking it, if that makes sense. My heart isn't into it. It seems like the guys on the team all really are into it, and I'm not. It feels like I don't belong.

On the bus to practice yesterday, everyone was giving each other shit, like always. It turned into someone shou/enting something like  "Your girlfriend looks like Helga from Hey Arnold!" and somebody shouting back "Your girlfriend can dunk on you!" and so on and so forth. Everyone on the bus was laughing their asses off, and I just kinda sat there. I guess it just feels like I'm not really a part of the team, and that sucks.

There's a twitter account that's something like @whitebasketballproblems where the bio is "average athleticism, average height, above average GPA, and below average skill." That's me, and it kinda hurts. It feels sometimes like the only reason I'm on the team is to help people with their grades during team study hall, and that honestly hurts a bit.

/endrant