for those of you who didn't know, i just spent a week in san fran-freakin-sisco with my church. it was one of the best, most eye opening couple of days i think i have ever experienced in my life. there was so much going on, so much noise and so much movement that we were doing. each morning my group (which included others from Seattle, Southern California, and Montana) would spend each morning running a "day care" kind of thing for kids in the neighborhood. it was great, the kids were really amazing- and don't take this lightly because i can't usually stand kids. it was really hard to say goodbye to them, even the ones that would give you hell for the week and then give you a kiss on the cheek on the last day. it gives a whole new meaning to the saying, "sour, sweet, gone." every day after we ate lunch with the kids we would go out along ocean avenue and up to the food bank to sort through rotting produce to find fruit that is still good enough to give to people who can't afford to buy some of their own. we would be dancing around and singing and trying to come up with games to play so that it didn't seem so bad. it especially helped when we all got so jolted up that we were shaking and couldn't stay in the same place for more then a second (see my facebook profile picture) :D. overall it was an amazing week, and i met amazing people that i will never forget, and hopefully they won't forget me.
places we visited:
golden gate bridge
alcatraz
fisermans warf
ghirridelli square
the ocean
the food bank
the ymca
chinatown
alamo square
the mall (i can't remember the name exactly...)
p.s.
van parties rock!
what is the most played Across The Universe song on my ipod? Revolution.
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navigating around the school hallways and seeing the people walk by, i look into their faces. i notice their hair color, whether they wear glasses, what color eyes they have, who they walk with... its corny, but i try to look past all of that, too. once and awhile its nice for someone as shy as me to pass another person in the hall, a complete stranger no less, who dares to make eye contact and sends my heart into flutters. i can't help thinking, "that person saw me." but its not really the act of "seeing" itself, its more the act of "searching," that means most to me. i feel lost. i feel disposable; a picture frame that gets a scratch across the glass and is thrown away, just to be replaced. i don't really have a problem with that, i don't feel like i need to be pitied or ... that i need to seek attention. its the replacement that bothers me. i want to offer something that no one else can, i just haven't found that thing yet. this is just the ramblings of a high school no one who likes to watch rather then do. i like to think of myself as rather quiet, yet excitable and fun to be around. but there's always that underlying feeling of unease and awkwardness, that i've only been able to overcome a few times in my life. i don't want to change who i am. i don't want others to pretend to see in me what they don't. i want people to see the bad side of me, and spend the time searching for the good. i look for the best in others, and often times face the flaws in myself. welcome to my public diary...
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YAY!
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