And thus ends the worst semester of my life.
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of 4 AP classes, it was the epoch of editor in chief of West Word, it was the season of USY regional board, it was the season of college applications, it was the autumn of hope, it was the winter of despair, I had everything before me, I had nothing before me, I was going direct to Harvard, I was going direct the other way–in short, the period was such a horrible period that basically, I am relieved that it is over.
I had my last finals today, symbolizing the end of the first semester of my last year of high school. And what a semester it has been. Lots of ups and downs, and not a lot of cruising.
A reflection on the half-year:
CLASSES
-They’re really hard. AP Biology, AP European History, AP English, AP Calculus. I wish I had more time to study–but if I did have more time, I don’t know if I could handle the magnitude of material, and its lack of interest to me. Honestly, I don’t care about 15th-century European monarchs, or how cells communicate with each other.
-In English, however, I have developed a very effective system: don’t read the books. I pulled off this semester with a 95% by reading Hamlet pretty extensively, but either barely reading the other books or reading their Sparknotes (oh, how I LOVE Sparknotes!). As long as I keep up my fairly good writing skills, I should be fine.
-Calculus is more enjoyable than I thought it would be. Maybe it’s because I love my teacher. Who knows.
-I would love to not get another C in Bio next semester. But then again, who cares about 2nd semester grades?
-Shoot…AP tests.
NEWSPAPER
-I love this year. The staff is great. Being EIC is awesome. I wrote some killer columns, and I love all the articles I write. Interviewing people is really fun and really interesting.
-It’s great having friends in high places–the principal, her secretary, the Superintendent, the deans, the department directors, the union representatives, the school board members, the club sponsors, etc.
-The late nights and Sunday workdays are less-than-ideal, but they’re not horrible. I can handle staying at school until 1 a.m. two nights a month. I mean, it’s not like I would have used those nights to study for Euro anyway.
USY
-Regional board is great. I don’t think I ever realized how much I enjoy SA/TO. Everything we do is so much fun.
-I love the other board members–it’s so cool how we’re all best friends.
-I like being so closely involved with the USY, Kadima, and Schechter conventions.
-Of course, I could do without the four USY meetings in two days deal. And how almost every weekend for the rest of my life (well, until April) is a USY convention. But the conventions are a lot of fun.
-BHUSY is also really fun. Since I’m the Honorary Past President, I don’t have any real responsibilities (if I did, I don’t think I could handle them), and I love all the cool things we do.
COLLEGE APPLICATIONS
-Eight schools is a LOT of applications. It took a long time, and I was literally working until the last minute (you should have seen Nimrod and I, the day before New Year’s, working on our applications).
-It’s nice to know that I’m already accepted at two good schools. I’d really like to hear about the other ones though.
-My counselor hates me for not doing my applications earlier. She can shove it.
OTHER CLUBS/ACTIVITIES
-Band is nice, as usual. It’s good for getting my mind off academics for a while. I stopped taking private lessons this year, which is also nice, though I’m not playing as well in my etudes (maybe it’s because I don’t practice…?).
-I stopped going to WHO (West Helps Others) Club after the first meeting. Oops.
-Israeli Club hasn’t met in a while. It’s sort of gotten more and more dorky each year. But I feel obligated to support this club that supports Israel.
-This year, I started tutoring on a regular basis. I love it. Whenever I feel bad about not knowing the material in an academic class, my spirits are lifted when I can teach a 7th-grader how to read Torah. I love every minute of it. (The best part is when the 7th-grade boys crack their voices, then cough and clear their throat, embarrassed.)
-I thoroughly enjoyed Aerobics gym this semester. I think I’ve gotten more exercise these past 5 months than in the past 18 years.
-Is there anything else? I have trouble keeping it all straight.
JUDAISM IN GENERAL
-This year, I started being Shomer Shabbos and keeping stricter kashrut. I like it a lot. Really, whoever came up with Shabbat was brilliant–forcing us all to build in a special time for relaxation into every week.
MISC.
-I cut 10 inches of my long, precious, shiny brown hair and donated it to Locks of Love. (Actually, I hated my long hair, and couldn’t WAIT for it to be long enough to donate. Sorry, Mom, I know you liked it long.)
-Stemming from a Biology assignment, I learned (well, began to learn) the art of making a website. Front Page is my new best friend. And once I get a free moment, I’ll update the silly-looking lialehrer.com. And also, once I get another free moment, I’ll set up lia@jlehrer.com to go to an Outlook account so I can get rid of this silly AOL sillyness.
-And, of course, I started up this Livejournal, as noted in the previous post.
SOCIAL LIFE
-Can you believe it? Between all of that, I have been able to [somewhat] maintain a successful social life.
-I love hanging out with all of you, talking to you on the phone, talking to you online, etc.
-I miss my Israel, Wheels, camp, college, and other random out-of-town friends a lot, but my weekly/daily/monthly phone calls with them really help.
-Thanks for being there and supporting me during this, the worst semester of my life…or was it?
So maybe this semester wasn’t so horrible. It was incredibly stressful, but most of it was “good stress.” I enjoyed most of the work I did, and I did have a lot of fun.
FUTURE PLANS
-Next semester should be hard, but not as crazy as this one (colleges won’t see it! Woo hoo!). I’ll do as best as I can.
-This summer, I’ll get a job. It will be my first summer home in seven years. I won’t know what to do with myself. I’ll go crazy with freedom.
Wow. That felt good to write. Almost as good as it felt to finish this semester.