I miss you guys so much, and in a way, I hate saying this. I hate it because that's all each and everyone of us say. But what does it even mean? It's not personal. At all. And saying it, well it won't change anything. I am hankering for some 45 more than ever. Reading all of these posts are just so amazing. Again, Eloise with the most amazing pieces ever, DIG IT! With all of these updates, I want to update you guys! As each day passes, it gets more and more intolerable to walk down my schools prisonlike hallways. My school was built in 1958, and well, it needs work. It actually looks like a prison. Ask Anna, she loved it as we rolled in playing "We r who we r." I love being back in the sense that I get to see each and everyone of my friends, but something about it makes me miss you guys all that much more. The constant "Hi Nick!" down the halls are always the greatest. I always get a glimmer of hope that it will be one of you, who have completely changed the meaning of hi into; I know everything about you and I love you for it. And each time it is said, its not you guys, and I miss all the things, big and small about each and everyone of you. I miss the constant genuine nature of the semester. Being home in Concord, full of snobs and stuck up people is just so fake, and really hard to deal with; polar opposites. I feel myself slipping back into some of my old ways. My friends haven't changed and I'm having trouble finding the boarder between being funny, and genuine. I think that being forced to school just to dive has made the transition that much harder. To do an extracurricular activity, you have to be fully enrolled, and I am currently taking four classes, jumping into them 3/4 of the way over. Stupid, I know. I still have to take my math and Spanish midterms, and yes, they count! Being forced into a place that I hate, for reasons in which I don't think I have to be there, has made me dread it that much more. Way to go CC! Each and everything that I have done back at home pertaining to school has caused so much stress. I haven't been allowed to take the classes I want to. Supposedly, its against the law for my school to hold spots in classes for me. Because of this, I always get the last choice classes; the boring, utterly mind-draining classes. What's that mean? School sucks even more! And because classes couldn't be saved for me, Maggie, Francesca and I currently don't have a second semester science class. I'm not allowed to take advanced math classes because Mr. Beckwith, the department head said "Chewonki's math program is not near as advanced as ours." I feel like each and every teacher and administrator takes down to me about Chewonki, and I can't really stand up for it, because it's nothing they will ever understand. I overheard Mrs. Goldrick, Francesca's guidance counselor outside of the guidance department, she was bitching to the administrator about how Francesca doesn't want to come back just for 3 weeks before second semester. She stated that she has "never had anyone come back ahead in any of their classes," again, talking down the Chewonki experience. She thought it would be ok to continue on saying "I don't think we should offer programs like these." I was PISSED. Who was she to say that? Anyhoo, the academic transition sucks, nonetheless.
Yesterday Fran and I drove into Boston to pick up Anna who took a bus from NYC. The day was so great. It involved taking the Red Line into Harvard Square because she wanted to see what Harvard and Boston looked like in comparison to New York City. We stopped off a Dudo to get the famous "bubble tea" that Fran and Anna were having an orgasm about, yeah, well it was the worst thing I've ever tasted. We decided to just wonder around, with no particular place to go, and walking down the other way was another XLVER! Anna casually shouts "theres Laura." I FREAKED OUT, ran up to her, and she had to do a double take, hugging all of us. She was accompanied by her French exchange student, so cool! We went to "the coop" and browsed for books, not really. Anna and I really had to pee and we went upstairs the hogwartseque bookstore and looked at the huge ass line. We both looked at each other and decided to leave. I suffer from stagefright and couldn't go knowing that there was a line of people outside waiting for me to finish, so I just decided to eliminate all of those possibilities. We then proceeded to drive back to Fran's house just in time to walk up the pass, stare in the window, watching Francesca's mom jamming out, dancing like us at our raves, to her favorite song. LOVE SUSAN! We hung out for a little while as I watched Anna and Fran pamper themselves for the night out at Paparazzi's! We went there... our meal sucked! Fran and I's salad was like soup - drenched with salad dressing, sweet! During dinner, I don't even know how this came about, but I exclaimed "I touch myself"just as the waiter was walking by, classy! Proceeding dinner was the CC hockey game, and then my house. From there on out, Anna and Fran left to party it up. I didn't go cause I had stayed up till 4:40 the morning before. I was dead. They stayed out to three and did some crazayy shit! Ooo, Wyatt Bramhall, Anna! This morning I was awaken by a phone call to meet Fran and Anna for breakfast at DD before we dropped Anna back off in Boston. But of course, before I left I had to shower, which made me a tad late! OOP OOP! Breakfast was where I heard bout all this crazy stuff. Driving into Boston felt like the 18th all over again saying goodbye to Anna, it was the worst. I miss her so much already. I miss all of you guys so much.
Hope all is well. Look for another post from me later this week.
Love and Miss you all to the moon and back,
Nick
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