A bittersweet goodbye

Saying goodbye is hard to do and in this case, bittersweet. This is how I feel with saying goodbye to my Junior College, Las Positas. Three long yet short years. Wow time just keeps going. I really enjoyed my last semester and I know I will miss it. This spring semester consisted of four classes, Volleyball, U.S. Women's Literature, Art History, and Theater Arts. Many laughs and fooling around in Volleyball and learning the game bette rand being comfortable spiking.Keeping the tradition of Frisbee Fridays after student government meetings. Finally chopping my hair off and donating it to Pantene where wigs are made for women. Going to March in March in Sacramento with Student Government and singing songs on the bus ride there and being the loudest and energetic school there. Driving each day, and appreciating to have a car, no more long bus rides! Listening to the Hollywood song and Eko-m my lady while going to school or work. Getting into Chinese yet missing German and realizing that my heart is for German and Germany and that I want to go abroad, Jah!:) Loving my English class and learning about art history and all the various types of art and artists. Butt not looking forward to my Theater Arts class but going anyway. Subway runs because I know I didn't bring enough food for me to last me till work, I think my favorite is period is Impressionism. Trying to prepare myself for Cal State East Bay and all that lays ahead. Working at Kumon 13 hours a week and getting my older sister the job. Reminiscing about my time at Las Positas and what I have learned, experience and gained and the people and friends I have made. Going to Welcome Day at East Bay and feeling nervous yet excited and happy to become a Pioneer and be part of the school in the Bay!

The best from the past

I remember those childhood days, sleeping in late, hair all in knots,you being the smallest one instead of the tallest one, getting big, delicious ice cream cones and go to a park; where the slide is full of cement. These days bring me back to times of innocence, imagination, and wonder all around me. Wherever your dreams inspire you to go, take yourself with it. These days bring me back to not making sense of the world, with all the older and wiser people in it. It brings me back to days of watching TV, my favorite show Arthur everyday at 4:30 even though I couldn't tell the time.


 It brings me back from checking out the '80's show Ramona from the Dublin library, where they had all of the bright and cold bean bags, where my siblings and I would just relax and read on. People would think I looked like Ramona, with my short hair cut and bangs and mannerisms that to some seemed like a spitting image.
These days of playing house, writing short stories in the summer, and playing with barbies and knowing the names of all of them by writing the name on their ankle, bring me back to the seasons of playing and learning continuously; where there were no worries, and all you had to worry about was if you were going to remain champion of teather ball the next day at school. These were truly the best from the past, where summer was a time of play, and  consisted of summer reading programs, and the swim team and sleeping late. Though these times have changed, I think about what will come of the future, and what fruits of passion and inspiration will take its toll as time moves forward and one grows up.