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incoherent college connection

Beacon interviews are Nov 19, 20 and Dec 4, 5 this year. Today I sat for an hour during my lunch band talking about the interview schedule, what teacher was in what room, what teacher was paired with a student, what teacher was paired with another teacher (but we couldn't really do that one because we didnt have enough teachers to go around), etc. I had the absolute power of deciding who needed a buddy and why, though the "why" usually stayed in my head. All of this the whole process was because 12, 13 and 14 year old students have to come and present themselves in a way that we find fitting. That was another topic... the interview rubric will change slightly this year... because really what makes a Beacon student?

The point of this ramble is that half way through the period I realized that I was a Beacon student. I am so much of a Beacon student that I know, sometimes better than teachers who else would be a beacon student. I know what questions to ask, what promts to give, and what subjects to bring up. I know it so well that I laughed thinking that in one month I would have to sit across the table from a person who was so much of a haverford person, or brown person, or conncoll person. I never thought I would have a problem with my interview. Now I know I won't. Here is what I mean.

I now understand that every applicant can have top scores on an interview rubric. There are hundreds of those. There are few students, however, that get an interviewer to write and underline BEACON KID, across the top. It is those, those matches that click. If for some reason I am not a -------- KID, it is of no fault of mine. Thats okay with me.

jeremy spry

deserves all the medals in the world. except for one that mr. abrams can have. you are invaluable to beacon, to friends, and to family. I wish there were more obvious ways to repay you other than just a blog entry to thank you. from ashley, from sierra, from beacon.

Four Months and Twenty Two Days Later

I've remembered my blog.

I am going into school in an hour. It will be my first day back. My first day into senior year, into educational leadership seminar/ applied proggraming, the college process, a "good" girls ultimate team.

I am going in to see how much beacon students can do for Hurricane Katrina relief, how much beacon students care about rising gas prices, and the for-a-week-not-mentioned-Iraq.

I am going in to see what support system I have of friends and faculty, that I imagine after loosing its ring leader will only seem bigger.

Through the changing politics, stronger athetics, scarier time, more frees, and same school for my last 9 month I am going to need this blog that I started a year and a half ago.

It feels good to be writing. Writing will be more frequent.

bad dreams

Last night I went to sleep with a heating pad under my back, one down my leg, and ice on my shoulder. It felt wonderful besides the fact that I went to sleep in a bad mood. I don't know if it was the mood or the heat/ice combo that did it, but not too long after I feel asleep (I remember it well, and it wasn't late) did I have a very vivid image of walking down a flight of black stairs and slipping. Upon which I woke up violently shaking and freaked out beyond belief. Fell back asleep. Woke up though with the same bitter feeling. Funny enough though, cause I got almost ten hours last night and i'm upset. Yesterday I got 4 1/2 and life was peachy.

First Spring Rain

Open your windows wide. Its 69 degrees, slight breeze and the skies have opened up tonight. The first heavy spring rain is always my favorite day of the year. mmmmmmm. Breathe. Beautiful.

C is for Cookie

C is for Cookie,
and that is good enough for me.

Today I showcased my new "moocow" cookie.

a chocolate chocolate chip cookie with a chocolate chip cookie center.

A picture will be posted soon. but ohmygod. really. It made me smile.

Iron Chef America

A historical evening.

Iron Chef introduced its first female warrior:
Chef Cora.

She won by one point. Lost on taste, won on originality.

Thats kinda cool.

Spring Foward

Jeremy probably thought I forgot I had a blog. I think I did for a while there. I've been busy. Too busy at times. Nothing has happened that will let me have more time, and I am not going to organize my time better because I have done a damn good job these past two months, but I will blog. I apologize for people or activites that didn't land on my top priorites lately.

Tonight, or in the morning at 2:00am, we all have to set our clocks an hour ahead. Spring foward. Tomorrow, I will clean the two foot high pile of papers on my desk that have been piling, I will clean that drawer I dump everything in, and I will get a bag of stuff together for the church. I will do all of that because I too have to spring foward. It will be my day to jump in the right direction, and wake up on the super right side of the bed.

Just thought of Lobel's Frog and Toad story "Tomorrow." I'm going to stop blogging and go clean my desk.

""tommorow." said Toad, "I can just take life easy.""

How many...

how many boys do you know that play x-box?

I'm going to guess about 40 by first name for me.

uncertainty

sucks