i received the most interesting email today.
it was from myself.
On December 11, 2003, I sent myself an email. In high school I heard about this website called Future Me and I set to work to write myself an email that would be delivered at a later date. I don't know why I chose May 22, 2007, but I'm glad that I did. I was 17.
Here's my email. Despite the grammatical and spelling errors, I found it amusing.
Dear FutureMe,
you bum. shouldn't you be off traveling the world and not checking your email? you really shouldnt spend this must time online. i hope you are better about it now. here are some other thigns i hope for you, myself. wierd.
i hope you are in college. at a cool college with cool people in a cool place. please don't go to university of florida. if you are a gator, i will come to the future and slap you. if you aren't in college, i hope you are famous. like writing movies or something. and for being so young, it's so good of you to be so famous!
i hope you have a boyfriend. seriously, it is time. and please don't let it be chris. again, i will slap you if it is. but if you are in college or famous, i highly doubt he is a candidate. if you don't have a boyfirend, GET OUT THERE. i am serious. that is plain rediculous.
i hope you've stopped biting your nails. it is a disgustin habit and you've (we've) been working on that one for a while so i hope it hasn't been all for nothing.
i hope you haven't lost your child humor.
i hope you've finished that book you started. or at least i hope you are still working on it. i know it needed a lot of work and i hope that since you are smarter now that you have figured it out. or maybe you've written many books. or maybe none. don't let me down.
i hope you learned to juggle and that you can touch your toes without bending your knees. i've got a good stretch going now so i hope you haven't lost it.
i hope you've learned more about jesus. i hope you understand it. and live it.
as for right now, i am thinking about cutting my hair. i also want to play tennis and paint my room. i'm not taking the sat's again and i hope that doesn't hurt me in the future. i'm reading the book Epiphany and it's good. i hope i read a lot of good books between now and when i read this again.
I hope that i've loved. i hope that i've lived. i hope that i have great friends and a dream and place to call home. i hope mom and dad are proud of me and brett too. i hope i am not estranged and that i come home from time to time and we go out on the boat and talk about nothing. i hope i've met matt damon. mostly, i hope i am happy. that's all. oh yea, write another one of these things when you get this one. let's keep this going, shall we?
In the dressing room at Macy's.
Girl 1: I do! I do! I always say that! I-
Girl 2: No, you don't.
G1: -I always say that, it's a thing I say, like, it's me, it's mine, I say it.
G2: Doesn't Ghandi say it? I mean, like, isn't that his thing? Like a famous Ghandi thing?
G1: There is no way Ghandi says that. That's something I say. I am not Ghandi.
G2: I can't even begin to understand you. But that top is really cute!
I'm kind of disappointed that I didn't hear the beginning of this conversation...
Every math and science teacher in the entire world has heard this question an innumerable amount of times, and I'm sure we've all asked it ourselves:
"When are we EVER going to use this?"
Physicist Dr. Piers Barnes validates the hard work of teachers with his calculations that find the number of photos one has to take to get a blink-free shot.
Practical math, anyone?
1. The boy band 98 degrees has a CD called Revelation. When my iPod died on the 8-hour-drive home, I realized that I know every single word to this album... including the "ooh yeahs" and the "uh-huhs" and the sneakily placed "baby's." This might be the leading factor in my inability to remember things for school.
2. There is an obscene amount of people that have stuffed animals in back windows of their cars. This is not okay.
Yesterday we went to the human rights festival and pumped our fists and yelled "end the war!" with all the hippies of Athens.
After tomorrow, at precisely 9:34 (okay, speculation) it will be summer vacation. This will be the first summer since I was 9 that I am doing something different i.e. not going to camp. Weird. I keep re-reading that sentence and it doesn't seem real to me.
Instead, this summer will be spent in Athens. I love this town. I love the people. I love the places. I love the discoveries and the adventures and the food and entertainment... if you've never been here, you should come. If you have been here, you should come again. Sometimes I have to remind myself that life exists outside of this place because it's so easy to get wrapped up into it.
This post is more of a segue into the summer of UGA Orientation, 2007. I'm pumped.
Meet the UGA Orientation Team
