Doh!
There was France...
The summer after Freshman year, I had the opportunity to go to France with a group of people coordinated by my teacher. However, I felt that it would be somewhat pointless considering that at that time, I barely knew how to say "Bonjour! Je m'appelle Suzette. Euh, j'ai dix-sept ans, et, ou est le doublevaisse?". Also, I figured that since she went every other year, I would have the opportunity again Junior year. Oh yeah, did I fail to mention that my older brother was going that same year, and I thought that we would have MUCH better experiences, if we had them separetly...N'est pas?

Well, Junior year rolled around. By that time I was pretty comfortable with my French, and I was itching to use it. By that time, I was also fantasizing about the culture. I was looking forward to dancing in the discotheques, drinking coffee in the cafes, seeing artwork in the Louvre, and using my cross-country training to run up the Eiffel Tower.

However, for my teacher to organize the trip through this company, there had to be at least six students going. We had six very committed people, and then five, four, three, two...WOOHOO!! Trip cancelled.


Then there was New Jersey

Okay, so this is the deal. I had the opportunity to go to this religious youth service leadership type thing in the spring of '97--FOR FREE. My youth group paid my registration fee and my church paid for the plane ichket. All pumped up, ready to go. Picture this: It's the morning of departure and I got stuck with the friggen stomach flu! That very morning. Fun fun fun. Laying in bed, puking my guts out asking that infamous question- "Why me?"

Oregon

My best friend lives about 400 miles away from me. He always has. And for the 5, 6, years I've known him, we've only seen eachother once or twice annually. Usually in the summer at PYM. (An annual gathering of Quakers). Some college aged Quakers the Young Friends usually have a gathering in New Years as well. My friend and I have always seen this as a chance to see eachother. So I've waited it out. These years where my mother gives me the "youre to young" shpeil. But this past year, 1997-98, I actually thought I had a chance to go. I made plans up and down the kazoo, and probably looked forward to it too much even though I was wary. I had a ride...and the scholarship money. But again, though my dad approved, my mom didn't. Don't get me wrong, I'm not calling anyone the bad guy, here. I just hate "waiting it out" until I'm "old enough" to make decisions on my own. But then we all know that "growing up" also means dealing with beurocracy...Oh la la.


I love Phantom of the Opera

I saw it once in Junior High, or elemenary. Of course at that time, I forgot my glasses, could hardly see over peoples heads anyway, and had trouble staying awake.

I'm in my fourth year of French now, and my teacher had our tickets paid for to go see the Phantom. I have the soundtrack, by the way...I just think Andrew LLoyd Webber and that other dude are just spectacular. So I got all pumped up to see it again...enthusiastically. No stomach flu, no cancellation, parental approval and all... I was all dressed up and ready to go, when at long last. . . the stinkin car broke down.



A m I sensing a pattern here?!? No, I'm not complaining...much...for me...today. Oh yeah, and about the whole Senior Road Trip thing is concerned.. that idea completely fell through months ago. Do I care? A little, but I have plans to go to Hawaii with my momma during Spring Break, hopefully. :P

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