Two days later as I was folding laundry and trying to keep my brother out of trouble, the phone rang. It was Ryan.... "Hello?" "Alison?" "This is she, who is this?" Although I asked the question, I damned well knew exactly who it was. It was Rollerblading Ryan from the Italian American Festival. I can't believe he actually called. "This is Ryan Dean. I met you the other night at the fireworks. How are you?" "I'm okay," I said in a rather aloof fashion. I began t...

The Summer of 1998 was also a very memorable summer. It summer before my Senior year of high school. Over the past year had decided that I was going to go to college and become an orchestra musician. I spent hours at a time cooped up in my room practicing my horn. This meant no time for drama. I quickly realized the superficialness that was Katie and Michelle, dumped them, and did my own thing. In the process of emancipation from dramatization, I hung around a new circle of friends. ...

Looking back on it, the summer of 1996 proved to be in the top three of most memorable summers. It was a summer of change. It was a summer of self actualization. It was a summer of friendship. Luke and I saw each other off and on during the rest of that summer until the band went to Cedar Point to play a show. It was there he met Kim, a percussionist in the marching band, and immediately became attracted to her. It was that day our puppy love turned into a brother-sisterly friendshi...

The Summer of 1996. The Saga Continues.... Okay, okay, so maybe I did like Luke a little. Okay, I liked Luke a lot. The last thing I wanted to hear was a big fat, "Told you so!" from my friends, so I decided to sneak the fact in during conversation. Luckily, no one said anything. When Katie and I got back to my house, we giggled over the fact that I used to hate him, and now I sort of liked him. I made her swear that she would never tell Katie and Michelle because they would neve...

As promised, here's the rest of the Summer of 1996. **Some names have been changed for sake of the other person. There it was, the line in the sand. The fractions were split. It was Michelle and grade school Katie vs. Katie and myself. Katie and I did everything together that summer. It seemed like our number one favorite activity to do was walk. We would walk miles and miles each day, talking about everything from boys to the up comming school year. I was excited to finally be i...

The Summer of 1996 has all of the makings of an after school special, thus the reason it needed to be separated into two parts. That school year Katie, Michelle, and I decided to take another friend under our wing. Ironically enough, her name is Katie. She fit right into our circle of friends. Grade school Katie was the girly girl of the group, Michelle was the tom boy, the other Katie was the quiet one, and I was the loud mouth. We spent most of our free time on the phone, having ca...

The Summer of 1995 was neither memorable or forgettable, but nevertheless, it deserves a spot on my list. Let me fill you in on what happened that school year: I was reunited with my childhood friend Katie that year by signing up for Jazz Band. She, my friend Michelle, and I were the "power trio." We did everything together. All the girl power kind of brought down my relationship with Curtis, and we broke up that January. I was heartbroken and cried for days, but my girls stood by me t...

Sorry it's been a while. My summer sagas continue.... The Summer of 1994 was the summer after 7th grade. It was my last year of middle school, and that May I began dating Curtis Dutton. Curtis and I played in the school band together. He sat in front of me and used to torment me about everything. I used to find it annoying, but that all changed the day he asked me to "go steady." I then became elated with Curtis Dutton. That summer, Curtis and I went as a couple to our first bo...

I took my bike out of the old red barn and peddled hastily down Windemere Avenue. I watched all the houses fly by, but only had one goal in mind; making it to Danny's house. Daniel Murnane was one of my childhood best friends. Danny, Katie, Carl, Ric, my brother, and myself used to spend countles hours at Sippo park throwing stones into the pond located at the end of the bike trail. Little did I realize that the Monday before would be our last time down there, at the end of that old trail...

Lately I've been feeling rather nostalgic. I think the summertime brings this out in people. Looking back on my short life thus far, I realize that I have done some drastic growing up in my summers past. I moved for the very first time in my life during the summer of 1990. In 1992 I entered one of my most exciting, yet feared times; womanhood. During summers past I have made strong bonds and fallen in love. I had moved out of my parents house and finished my last college courses. I got...

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I think I have great potential. Infact, as a teacher, I think I have potential for children to have a genuine interest in learning. There's just one tiny detail holding me back.... I'M LAZY!!!! AHHH!! I absolutely hate this about myself. I have decided that I have been really lazy about signing up for this NY certification test. I have had several opportunites to sign up for this it, but out of fear and laziness I have just kept putting it off. I have made excuse after excuse....