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I woke up at 4:00pm this afternoon, refusing to give in to the realization that the Spring Break of my senior year really is over. After this, there are 8 weeks until graduation. This means only one thing: start kicking the fun into high gear.
This past week was a great way to start. It was a perfect metaphor for a school week. Here's how the vacation with my sister and 4 Delta Delta Delta's went.
Day 1: Regret for not preparing earlier. I spent Saturday with Cami and Andy, working on my submission video for the STA World Travel Internship. Cami's relative expertise at editing videos, combined with my pictures and video, and Andy's Mac laptop led to a pretty stellar submission, if you ask me. I told Jenny I wouldn't be ready to go until 9pm, because we still had a lot of work to do. Apparently she didn't listen, because she kept walking into my apartment to check. Hi. No matter how much you bother me, it's not going to make this go any faster. At 9:15pm sharp, I was ready to go. I loaded up my things, and got into a car with 5 girls who didn't hide the fact that they hated me. After my iPod died, I was left with nothing to do but share my misery with friends via text, and Twitter concerns about the upcoming treacherous week.
Day 2: Realization of the hell that I'm in. We arrived at the condo in Florida, and I started unloading my suitcase in one of the bedrooms. Unfortunately, someone else had other plans. My sister Jenny came into the room, yelling at me for taking one of the beds that she had promised her friends. I didn't see the reasoning, since my own baby pictures were on the walls. Jenny started telling me that neither she, nor any of her friends, wanted me there. That I should stay out of their way. Then I heard her talking to the other girls, telling them what a bitch I am. That they shouldn't listen to anything I say, because I'm fake. I sat there, crying on the phone with Cami, and they plotted how they would make the rest of my week miserable. Never in my life have I heard such manipulation.
After talking to my mom and asking her to book me a flight home at the end of the week so I wouldn't have to drive home with these girls, I cleaned myself off and got dinner at the Fish House. I bought a bottle of wine for the girls on the way home, hoping that might help things. Once I got home and sat down with my book, however, I started feeling sick to my stomach. I spent about an hour in the bathroom before I finally got to bed. What perfect timing.
Day 3: Work it I woke up feeling decently on Monday. I walked down to the beach, then walked the 4+ miles down to the pier to rent a bike for the week, so I wouldn't have to worry about being stranded. It took about 2 hours, including breaks for water and beer and oceanside bars. After locking up my bike, I went to the bar where I met some Michigan Staters on Spring Break as well. They were really chill and fun, so we spent the rest of the afternoon enjoying dollar drafts. After getting sick to my stomach the night before, my first food of the day was a hamburger at the bar. Bad idea. A few minutes after biking home, I got sick again. I hoped this wouldn't continue as a trend for the week. All in all, though, a pretty good day (excluding whatever was keeping me from eating anything without getting sick). I avoided the girls, met some cool people.
Day 4: Letting up Woke up Tuesday feeling refreshed. The girls asked if I wanted to go to the beach with them, so I did. I lay there for a while, but got bored and asked some guys nearby if they wanted to play soccer. My sister and her friends pointed these guys out earlier as being from Indiana, but they said I shouldn't talk to them because of some reason I didn't really understand that made absolutely no sense. I took this advice with a grain of salt, and went over to say hi. I had a lot of fun kicking the soccer ball around, and after about an hour, got their number and said I'd love to meet up later on. The other girls had said they were going to the pier, so I biked down to meet them.
Once I arrived at the pier (at about the same time as the girls, who were driving), I found myself very hungry and texted Jenny to see if they wanted to meet me at a really great Greek place for some food. She said she would rather not, and that they were going shopping. That left me by myself, yet again. Something I was getting used to. I was disappointed in Jenny's attitude, because I was starting to get along with some of the girls. It seemed like she was pretty dead set on making sure I was alone and away from her friends.
[A little relevant side note: When me and Jenny were little, there were several times I would meet her friends and become better friends with them than she was. I was beginning to see, at the present time in Florida, that she may have been fearing this scenario]
Nevertheless, we went back to the condo, enjoyed some pasta for dinner, and chilled out for the rest of the afternoon. Jenny was eerily silent as I laughed and joked with the rest of her friends.
Day 5: Silent storm Wednesday morning, Jenny and a couple of her friends decided to drive 2 hours to Tampa to go to the aquarium. We had agreed that this was the night we would grill out, and they said they would be back in time to make and have dinner. Charlie, Nicole (the two remaining girls) and I had a really great day, going down to the boardwalk at the end of the island, having lunch and drinks at the pier, and walking along the beach. We found out about a beach party starting at 6, and went back to get ready and wait for the other girls to return. Even though we warned them, they didn't actually make it back until almost 8. I had made some Mac and Cheese as we waited, hoping that would expedite the process. I did everyone's laundry. My mom texted me to ask how things were going, and I said that Jenny was still being pretty bitchy. When Jenny got back, she started yelling at me yet again. How dare I make Jenny's mac and cheese? How dare I text my mom and say that she was still being bitchy? If I was going to say that, then she would work harder at making me miserable. How dare I try to be nice to her friends? I didn't see the point in , so I left immediately to meet the Indiana guys at the Outrigger.
That night ended up being one of my best on the beach. After some drinks at the Outrigger, we continued wandering around and having a lot of fun. It was the first night where I actually felt I could be myself without being judged by my sister. When I got back, I found her on the couch while all her friends were out. According to her, she couldn't go out because I had ruined HER night.
Day 6: Apathy After the drama from the night before, I decided I no longer cared what the others thought. Scott and Doug, friends from Miami, drove up from Naples and we spent the day at the beach building a giant sand Miami "M". I was pretty tired, so I went back to shower, take a short nap, then met the Indiana guys at their place before we went to a bar for my last night at the beach. Not as crazy, at least for me, as the night before, but even sipping on water was fun with these guys.
Day 7: The End I woke up early on Friday, knowing I had a flight at 5:30pm that I'd have to make. I met the Indiana guys out at the beach and threw the football around and swam in the ocean for my remaining hours. I left them at 2 to head back and pack my things so Jenny could drive me to the airport. It was a little tough for me to say goodbye, but since they live in Fort Wayne - less than an hour from Lima - I knew I'd see them again. Without these guys, this week would have been a lot tougher than it was. I knew that Jenny and a couple of her friends' goal was to make my week as miserable as possible. As hard as they tried, though, I will definitely look back on this week fondly, thanks to the Indiana guys.
After Jenny dropped me off at the airport, I could tell this traverse wouldn't be as simple as the 1 1/2 hour layover in Atlanta implied. I couldn't find anyone in Oxford who would be able to pick me up when I arrived in Dayton, so my mom arranged for a shuttle to pick me up and bring me back to Miami. My flight from Ft. Myers was delayed 40 minutes due to apparent bad weather in Atlanta. When I finally arrived in Atlanta, it became clear that I missed my flight. As soon as I had twittered about it, I got in touch with Nate. An hour later, he picked me up and we were headed to the bars to meet up with Tiffany, Charlie, Morgan, Ryan, and Masato. This night rivaled Day 5 in its ridiculousness. We went to a karaoke bar, where I sang Piano Man, and we RickRolled the place. After the requisite Waffle House visit, I got an hour of sleep and Ryan drove me to the airport for the last leg of my journey. At the gate, I found Amy, Hilary, Allison and Ashley, 4 other AOPis on the same flight as me, coming back from their spring break.
That day, I finally told Jenny that I'd had enough. She has spent this entire year using all the tools she has to make my life miserable. Between stealing the car from me, refusing to let me use it when I need it to go to the grocery store, spreading rumors about me to friends of mine who, luckily, know me enough not to care, and this week, I decided it wasn't worth it. She told my mom awful lies about me and turned family against me. She didn't back me up when I went through a hard time last semester. I have hundreds of friends who are better sisters to me than she could ever compare to. Today, I found out that my littlest sister, Emily (16), is planning on being a Math major in college. I'm lucky that I still have a wonderful sister, and tons of friends and other family members who love and support me. I won't miss Jenny one bit.
Day 8: Back to Reality...kinda I arrived back in Oxford with a sense of relief. I was finally home. As I approached my door with my key, I experienced a swell of panic. The key on my AOPi key ring was not that of my apartment door. I used the remaining juice on my laptop to email my landlord from last year, and waited at Good Vibrations, an AOPi house until she called me around 5:30 and said she could let me in. Once I entered my apartment, I realized I hadn't eaten since the afternoon before at the Ft. Myers airport. I made myself a big meal, Andy came over to hang out, and a few hours later, Emily, one of my roommates was back. The Indiana guys, who were driving back, decided to stop at Miami at 5am. It was good to see them, especially after the stressful traveling I experienced. After they left, I went to sleep and woke up at 4pm. And here I am.
As I said earlier, Jenny and some of her friends tried really, really hard to make me miserable. If there's one thing I learned, it's that there are always people trying to get you down in life. It sucks especially when that person is so close to you. I've learned that when someone is that set on getting you down, the only solution is to cut them off. Life - not to mention the last 8 weeks of my semester - is too short to keep that kind of poison around. Luckily, I was able to meet some really cool people in my time of need, and I will look back on SB09 with fondness.
This past week was a great way to start. It was a perfect metaphor for a school week. Here's how the vacation with my sister and 4 Delta Delta Delta's went.
Day 1: Regret for not preparing earlier. I spent Saturday with Cami and Andy, working on my submission video for the STA World Travel Internship. Cami's relative expertise at editing videos, combined with my pictures and video, and Andy's Mac laptop led to a pretty stellar submission, if you ask me. I told Jenny I wouldn't be ready to go until 9pm, because we still had a lot of work to do. Apparently she didn't listen, because she kept walking into my apartment to check. Hi. No matter how much you bother me, it's not going to make this go any faster. At 9:15pm sharp, I was ready to go. I loaded up my things, and got into a car with 5 girls who didn't hide the fact that they hated me. After my iPod died, I was left with nothing to do but share my misery with friends via text, and Twitter concerns about the upcoming treacherous week.
Day 2: Realization of the hell that I'm in. We arrived at the condo in Florida, and I started unloading my suitcase in one of the bedrooms. Unfortunately, someone else had other plans. My sister Jenny came into the room, yelling at me for taking one of the beds that she had promised her friends. I didn't see the reasoning, since my own baby pictures were on the walls. Jenny started telling me that neither she, nor any of her friends, wanted me there. That I should stay out of their way. Then I heard her talking to the other girls, telling them what a bitch I am. That they shouldn't listen to anything I say, because I'm fake. I sat there, crying on the phone with Cami, and they plotted how they would make the rest of my week miserable. Never in my life have I heard such manipulation.
After talking to my mom and asking her to book me a flight home at the end of the week so I wouldn't have to drive home with these girls, I cleaned myself off and got dinner at the Fish House. I bought a bottle of wine for the girls on the way home, hoping that might help things. Once I got home and sat down with my book, however, I started feeling sick to my stomach. I spent about an hour in the bathroom before I finally got to bed. What perfect timing.
Day 3: Work it I woke up feeling decently on Monday. I walked down to the beach, then walked the 4+ miles down to the pier to rent a bike for the week, so I wouldn't have to worry about being stranded. It took about 2 hours, including breaks for water and beer and oceanside bars. After locking up my bike, I went to the bar where I met some Michigan Staters on Spring Break as well. They were really chill and fun, so we spent the rest of the afternoon enjoying dollar drafts. After getting sick to my stomach the night before, my first food of the day was a hamburger at the bar. Bad idea. A few minutes after biking home, I got sick again. I hoped this wouldn't continue as a trend for the week. All in all, though, a pretty good day (excluding whatever was keeping me from eating anything without getting sick). I avoided the girls, met some cool people.
Day 4: Letting up Woke up Tuesday feeling refreshed. The girls asked if I wanted to go to the beach with them, so I did. I lay there for a while, but got bored and asked some guys nearby if they wanted to play soccer. My sister and her friends pointed these guys out earlier as being from Indiana, but they said I shouldn't talk to them because of some reason I didn't really understand that made absolutely no sense. I took this advice with a grain of salt, and went over to say hi. I had a lot of fun kicking the soccer ball around, and after about an hour, got their number and said I'd love to meet up later on. The other girls had said they were going to the pier, so I biked down to meet them.
Once I arrived at the pier (at about the same time as the girls, who were driving), I found myself very hungry and texted Jenny to see if they wanted to meet me at a really great Greek place for some food. She said she would rather not, and that they were going shopping. That left me by myself, yet again. Something I was getting used to. I was disappointed in Jenny's attitude, because I was starting to get along with some of the girls. It seemed like she was pretty dead set on making sure I was alone and away from her friends.
[A little relevant side note: When me and Jenny were little, there were several times I would meet her friends and become better friends with them than she was. I was beginning to see, at the present time in Florida, that she may have been fearing this scenario]
Nevertheless, we went back to the condo, enjoyed some pasta for dinner, and chilled out for the rest of the afternoon. Jenny was eerily silent as I laughed and joked with the rest of her friends.
Day 5: Silent storm Wednesday morning, Jenny and a couple of her friends decided to drive 2 hours to Tampa to go to the aquarium. We had agreed that this was the night we would grill out, and they said they would be back in time to make and have dinner. Charlie, Nicole (the two remaining girls) and I had a really great day, going down to the boardwalk at the end of the island, having lunch and drinks at the pier, and walking along the beach. We found out about a beach party starting at 6, and went back to get ready and wait for the other girls to return. Even though we warned them, they didn't actually make it back until almost 8. I had made some Mac and Cheese as we waited, hoping that would expedite the process. I did everyone's laundry. My mom texted me to ask how things were going, and I said that Jenny was still being pretty bitchy. When Jenny got back, she started yelling at me yet again. How dare I make Jenny's mac and cheese? How dare I text my mom and say that she was still being bitchy? If I was going to say that, then she would work harder at making me miserable. How dare I try to be nice to her friends? I didn't see the point in , so I left immediately to meet the Indiana guys at the Outrigger.
That night ended up being one of my best on the beach. After some drinks at the Outrigger, we continued wandering around and having a lot of fun. It was the first night where I actually felt I could be myself without being judged by my sister. When I got back, I found her on the couch while all her friends were out. According to her, she couldn't go out because I had ruined HER night.
Day 6: Apathy After the drama from the night before, I decided I no longer cared what the others thought. Scott and Doug, friends from Miami, drove up from Naples and we spent the day at the beach building a giant sand Miami "M". I was pretty tired, so I went back to shower, take a short nap, then met the Indiana guys at their place before we went to a bar for my last night at the beach. Not as crazy, at least for me, as the night before, but even sipping on water was fun with these guys.
Day 7: The End I woke up early on Friday, knowing I had a flight at 5:30pm that I'd have to make. I met the Indiana guys out at the beach and threw the football around and swam in the ocean for my remaining hours. I left them at 2 to head back and pack my things so Jenny could drive me to the airport. It was a little tough for me to say goodbye, but since they live in Fort Wayne - less than an hour from Lima - I knew I'd see them again. Without these guys, this week would have been a lot tougher than it was. I knew that Jenny and a couple of her friends' goal was to make my week as miserable as possible. As hard as they tried, though, I will definitely look back on this week fondly, thanks to the Indiana guys.
After Jenny dropped me off at the airport, I could tell this traverse wouldn't be as simple as the 1 1/2 hour layover in Atlanta implied. I couldn't find anyone in Oxford who would be able to pick me up when I arrived in Dayton, so my mom arranged for a shuttle to pick me up and bring me back to Miami. My flight from Ft. Myers was delayed 40 minutes due to apparent bad weather in Atlanta. When I finally arrived in Atlanta, it became clear that I missed my flight. As soon as I had twittered about it, I got in touch with Nate. An hour later, he picked me up and we were headed to the bars to meet up with Tiffany, Charlie, Morgan, Ryan, and Masato. This night rivaled Day 5 in its ridiculousness. We went to a karaoke bar, where I sang Piano Man, and we RickRolled the place. After the requisite Waffle House visit, I got an hour of sleep and Ryan drove me to the airport for the last leg of my journey. At the gate, I found Amy, Hilary, Allison and Ashley, 4 other AOPis on the same flight as me, coming back from their spring break.
That day, I finally told Jenny that I'd had enough. She has spent this entire year using all the tools she has to make my life miserable. Between stealing the car from me, refusing to let me use it when I need it to go to the grocery store, spreading rumors about me to friends of mine who, luckily, know me enough not to care, and this week, I decided it wasn't worth it. She told my mom awful lies about me and turned family against me. She didn't back me up when I went through a hard time last semester. I have hundreds of friends who are better sisters to me than she could ever compare to. Today, I found out that my littlest sister, Emily (16), is planning on being a Math major in college. I'm lucky that I still have a wonderful sister, and tons of friends and other family members who love and support me. I won't miss Jenny one bit.
Day 8: Back to Reality...kinda I arrived back in Oxford with a sense of relief. I was finally home. As I approached my door with my key, I experienced a swell of panic. The key on my AOPi key ring was not that of my apartment door. I used the remaining juice on my laptop to email my landlord from last year, and waited at Good Vibrations, an AOPi house until she called me around 5:30 and said she could let me in. Once I entered my apartment, I realized I hadn't eaten since the afternoon before at the Ft. Myers airport. I made myself a big meal, Andy came over to hang out, and a few hours later, Emily, one of my roommates was back. The Indiana guys, who were driving back, decided to stop at Miami at 5am. It was good to see them, especially after the stressful traveling I experienced. After they left, I went to sleep and woke up at 4pm. And here I am.
As I said earlier, Jenny and some of her friends tried really, really hard to make me miserable. If there's one thing I learned, it's that there are always people trying to get you down in life. It sucks especially when that person is so close to you. I've learned that when someone is that set on getting you down, the only solution is to cut them off. Life - not to mention the last 8 weeks of my semester - is too short to keep that kind of poison around. Luckily, I was able to meet some really cool people in my time of need, and I will look back on SB09 with fondness.
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