Freshman year: This photo is from writing for pub, when our group won the tool party. I think Freshman year was really about getting into the rhythm of high school.

Sophomore year: I really couldn’t handle the stress and I think I just wrote a lot of depressing tumblr posts and not having/finding a good picture must be symbolic or some shit.

Junior year: Met a lot of new people my junior year, and I think I was a lot happier that year compared to sophomore year. I think I was more open and willing to try new things.

Senior year: This photo makes me think about a lot of things. I never watched my friends play their sports until this year. I never made so many posters in my life. I feel like this year has involved a lot of goodbyes — to high school sports, to high school, to each other. I think I have more time to do things for my friends and support them, and that has made all of us closer.

Went to Great America today. It was eh. It’s possible to sunburn your eyeballs right…

Last late night with El Estoque EVER. Anushka, Patrick, Smitha, Morahd, and I have done 50 of these since we started sophomore year.

Balmeo was kinda angry and I was just feeling weird and sad but not about journo the whole night. idk kinda lame last late night, but I was telling Anushka that I didn’t really think the LAST one mattered as much as all of them as a whole — and as a whole they were really exquisite (thanks Atharva).

Afterwards Anushka, Patrick, Alex, Amelia, Gisella, Atharva, Forest, and I went to Ten Ren. We saw a lot of Monta Vista people there and we played ten fingers and truth or dare, and I think this was the first time I lost ten fingers first haha. It was a lot of fun and we all laughed a lot and it was just a good way to end the night. I’m really glad it’s the weekend tomorrow.

It’s really hard becoming good friends with people so late in high school because everyone’s thinking about what’s gonna happen when we leave.

I am constantly lying to myself

First day of work

Random posts about work

Today - Don’t know where my name tag went… Patrick and Anushka visited and then Patrick and Michelle visited. Basically these two girls just bitched about another girl the entire time. She told me to put my phone away but she was just being a hypocrite because she kept checking hers. I overflowed the drains for the first time AND had to work at the register. Got my blister back after making a couple smoothies. Not I’m retiring those disgustingly ugly black shoes and that uncomfortable polyester shirt. Also saying goodbye to the cha-ching even though it was just minimum wage. I wish my last day was last Tuesday when I worked with Eric, Edbert, and Thomas because that was fun.

It seemed so significant then

I met Allison in 2000 when I moved into our neighborhood. We were in the same class until fourth grade and we’d go biking or watch Charlie’s Angles or something every single day after school. Then she went to Miller and I basically didn’t talk to her for three years.

But then she came to Monta Vista! And honestly, it was weird to see her after all that time, and the first few weeks were strange….. but we fell back into our rhythm and we are best friends.

13 years strong

Last day of Jamba today…

I tried to intercept the phone call to my mother, but they call late. Instead, I continue to convince her that my skipping stats is okay.