“Marathon runners talk about hitting ‘the wall’ at the
twenty-third mile of the race. What rowers confront
isn’t a wall; it’s a hole - an abyss of pain, which
opens up in the second minute of the race. Large
needles are being driven into your thigh muscles,
while your forearms seem to be splitting. Then the
pain becomes confused and disorganized, not like the
windedness of the runner or the leg burn of the biker
but an all-over, savage unpleasantness. As you pass
the five-hundred-meter mark, with three-quarters of
the race still to row, you realize with dread that you
are not going to make it to the finish, but at the
same time the idea of letting your teammates down by
not rowing your hardest is unthinkable…Therefore,
you are going to die. Welcome to this life.”—Ashleigh Teitel
I have some of the greatest friends in the world. They are Gaby, Jess, Mary and Anna. We became friends in middle school and for the most part we’ve stuck together. During middle school and high school Jess and I weren’t terribly close; but for some reason now that we aren’t any where near each other we are much closer. lol These are pictures of all of us over the years. (Sadly there aren’t many of Gaby because she deleted her FB …) The five of us are SO completely different but we’ve stuck together through a lot of ups and downs; we are still there for one another. I miss you guys so much. Can’t wait to be reunited this summer! xxoo
Jess on the left and me on the right…Jess didn’t get the posing memo ;-)
Jess and me pouting for the camera. (this past summer)
Jess and me sunning on Mary’s cape house lawn!
About 4ish summers back Gaby and I are on the left and Mary and Anna on the right. Marys birthday!
Oh my gosh we look so young. 4ish summers back Gaby, me, mary and anna.
Last summer Me, Jess and Mary!
Last summer: Me Jess and Mary…I look like such a goon!
Me Anna and Mary 4ish summers ago.
AHH I love this one so much. Me and Anna! hahaha our skin contrast is hilarious. 4ish yrs ago.
Lastly the holy ball. Jr yr of HS. Me, Anna and Mary!
I'm having a pitty party and youre invited...to listen to me rant...
sorry if this grammatically or structurally incorrect. its a rant so im not that worried about it.
ugh i just feel so frustrated right now.
i miss my mum wicked wicked bad. i just wanna go home.
i am restricted from rowing and its killing me.
all i wanna do is eat ice cream, cheetos, more icecream….UGHHHH.
my english prof is driving me nuts. he seriously seems like he has no hope for this generation, everything he says is so predictable and cynical. idk ive read his work and hes a good writer, im not taking a class from an idiot but i feel like your professors are supposed to inspire you to be great. not tell you, you are boring.
ive been told my whole life im a great writer and i have a very distinct and poignant voice. but now i just dont know. i had a poetry prof last semester who hated me and now this guy tells me “well your writing is decent enough but why do i care about this story?” he isnt helpful. he probably thinks im a complete idiot. I can take criticism. ive had criticism from people who have told me im a good writer. but its helpful. they tell me why something works and why something doesnt and how to change it. this guy just says your boring. i cant figure out how to make him care.
i feel like im in some weird alternate universe where im on pause and im watching everyone else around getting there shit together and knowing exactly what they want to do, while i watch and panic about my future because everything ive ever wanted to do (row and write) arent panning out. im not a quitter. ive never quit anything. but idk how many times im supposed to bang my head against the wall without results before i figure something else out.
oh jeez a secret? this is probably hard to believe but i dont really have secrets. i’m pretty honest about stuff. my mother says im honest to a fault lol. this is something i dont admit to often… i had a friend who was really addicted to drama and creating drama so i finally ended that friendship but i miss her a lot because she was my best friend. it feels like she died sometimes. but she betrayed my trust and kept turning it around on me and i couldnt over look that.
the smell is wafting into my room wicked intensely (i dont think thats proper english but i can deal) right now and its so strong that if someone came in here right now they would swear it was me. why do kids smoke that stuff right outside the dorm! im getting a headache from it.
dont get me wrong. i think it should be legalized. its a lot safer than alcohol. i have friends who smoke. not a big deal. i just hate the way it smells and i dont want a marijuana scented room!