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October 23, 2005

Ugh, I hate writing an entry after a long period without having time to write anything.  The cruel irony of Xanga: the times when you have the most going on in your life worth writing about are the times when you have the least time to write about them.  I don’t know where to begin.  I’ll just say whatever comes to mind and update again later if I forget anything.

So, nomination for Homecoming King.  It’s still kind of weird to think about; I really never saw myself in that position.  I’m supposed to be the quiet, nerdy kid, right?  I owe a lot of it to Eric Weldon, who with his loud mouth convinced most of my film class to vote for me as well as a number of people in other classes.  I even had Fred disrupting econ with shouts of “Chris Seymour for Homecoming King!” and he was another one of the candidates.  I had support from the entire cross country team, which was more or less expected, but other support came from places much broader than I ever imagined.  I had all kinds of people telling me how they voted for me as I walked by.  Rachael told me how she convinced all the underclassmen in her PE class to vote for me, and one of Jason’s friends told me how she did the same for her class that she’s a TA in.  And then Sean from cross country told me about a TA giving a speech to her class about voting for me, and I thought it was Jason’s friend, but no–he was referring to his sister Stephanie.  I’m pretty sure I haven’t really talked to her at all since Pajer’s class in eighth grade.  A lot of it was like that–I just kept hearing from all these people I was acquainted with very briefly and often several years ago. 

I was walking with Mindy one day after calculus and we passed by Steven Wood and stopped to talk to him for a while.  Then a little while later I said hello to Nick, a junior I know only from my PE football team two years ago.  Mindy commented that I seem to know a lot of people–we hadn’t met up with or talked to anyone she knew yet.  I thought that was one of the most ludicrous things I’ve ever heard.  Mindy is so outgoing; she can start talking to anyone easily immediately after meeting them.  I was convinced she knew Steven from somewhere else until she asked me what his name was.  How can such a quiet person like me possibly know more people than she does?  And yet I think there may be some truth in it.  I’ve just started noticing how often I wave to people passing between classes, even as I walk at my super-fast pace.  And then Homecoming week.  It was just nice to know that I’ve made an impact on people, however small.  I know it sounds ridiculously cheesy, but I just want to thank everyone for the wild ride that this has been.  I don’t know how I can possibly reciprocate for all of this.

Being in the parade was awesome.  The car I borrowed from Folsom Lake, a red Mustang convertible, was so much cooler than everyone else’s.  And my uncle came all the way down from San Jose and drove it while I waved to the crowd.  I had no idea he was going to be there until he showed up in the car right after I was done with my newspaper layout after school.  We went to Macaroni Grill for dinner between the parade and the game, which was not the best plan because by the time we got back the parking lot and the area surrounding it were so packed that my mom had to park at Safeway.  Which is why she got back just barely in time to escort me across the field when they announced my name, if any of you saw that and were wondering about it.

We went to Josh Meador’s house the afternoon of the dance and took pictures in his nice backyard, then went to Gekkeikan for official picture-taking, then to Mikuni’s for dinner.  Mindy doesn’t eat sushi, so she just had a small teriyaki dish.  I felt kind of bad, because there was some good sushi that our group of 30 or so people ordered in a huge boat.  I had something like 15 pieces.  The dance itself was pretty lame of course.  The line took over an hour to get through, even though we probably cut the time in half by joining up with friends in the middle of the line.  And then there were the speakers blasting bass so that you couldn’t even tell what was playing.  But we still managed to have a great time, and we wrapped up the night at Mel’s, which, by the way, plays awesome music.  Seriously, they should have just hooked up the speakers at the dance to the Mel’s play list.  I guess “My Girl” isn’t really dance music, but at least it’s music.

Lowlights of the night were when I spilled miso soup on myself (good thing those bowls are pretty small) and learning that I missed the final photo for the Homecoming court.  Jessica told me as we were heading outside that they sent people looking for me for a good half hour but couldn’t find me.  What I want to know is, why couldn’t they have told the DJ to make another announcement?  I was probably in the bathroom or something when he made the first one.  Better yet, why didn’t they just usher us into the photo room right after the Royal Court slow dance ended?  I felt that there were so many things wrong with the way the entire event was organized–you’d think it wouldn’t be that hard to eventually figure things out when they do this EVERY YEAR.  But I know that I only have myself to blame for a lot of it.  I’m really just not as aware as most people.  I space out all the time and just stop paying attention to what’s going on around me.  And that really bothers me sometimes because I don’t know what the heck I can do about it.  How do you train yourself to listen for something when you don’t even know you’re supposed to be listening for anything?  That’s the one thing I’d change about myself if I could.

Got my quarter grades in the mail the other day; still have an A- in English, and I got another B on a big math test, so my grade is teetering in that class too.  But hey, can’t complain about all A’s.  Took the October SATs so I’m excited about getting my score back this Monday.  My sister got a 1530 (800 in math), so that’s the score to beat, if we’re going by sibling rivalry.  Of course, you can’t compare the scores anymore.  My dad got back from his business trip to Singapore yesterday.  I also started playing Golden Sun again yesterday.  Such a great game.  Still have barely done anything on both senior and physics projects, although I’ve at least done a considerable amount of reading on the latter.

Oh yeah, I wanted to post the comments Mr. Carroll made about my essay, which he gave a 92, which I am quite pleased with.  He said: “Chris- I’m intrigued with your essay–I don’t agree with all that you say, but that doesn’t make it any less relevant (except for the section that is irrelevant).  These questions of society have to be wrestled with–it’s one of the foundations that artists build their work upon.  But are you really in a position to make such a strong claim about society?  That the individual is not culpable in his/her actions is a bold statement.  Do you have the experience to decidedly say “yes” as you do in your essay?  It’s just a thought but maybe 2000 years of society might say differently.  Prove that society is an active force, and maybe I’ll agree with you (don’t bring in Native Son–stick with the summer reading), I’ll discuss my thoughts on society with the class at a later date.”

I’m quite pleased with the comment as well.  I think there can hardly be a higher compliment than saying an essay is intriguing.  Of course, it turns out my worries about straying off-topic were well-founded, but I’m still kind of glad I put the Native Son paragraph in.  It got the biggest reaction from Mr. Carroll, who called it “baloney,” and I felt it was the cornerstone of what I wanted to say.

Another comment he made was, “But can one break free?  Is that perhaps the mark of a hero?”  That one I felt was kind of odd, considering that we’re going over heroic archetypes, namely, that a hero is usually brought up by foster parents, told nothing of his childhood, and has a god for a father.  Oh, and the fact that every heroic journey has helpers.  What if those helpers never came?  The hero wouldn’t have the resources he needs to complete his heroic journey. 

The whole thing kind of reminds me of this scene from Million Dollar Baby.  One of my favorite quotes comes when she’s fighting this one girl and losing.  She goes into the corner and says how tough this fight is; Clint Eastwood asks her if she knows why.  He says, “It’s because she’s younger, faster, and more experienced than you are.  Now what are you going to do about it?”  Then she goes back into the ring and knocks the lights out of her opponent.

So she overcame her upbringing, overcame her past, overcame society against all odds, right?  Well, in a sense, yes.  But on the other hand, the Eastwood character used that quote for a reason.  Is it a certainty that the result still would have been the same if he hadn’t put that spark into her?  Isn’t his influence part of societal influence too?

Well, it’s late, so I’ll leave you with that.  Thanks to everyone who read the whole thing.


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  1. We’re talking about your essay sometime- and other things. Keep that in mind.


  3. Wow– congrats on the whole homecoming thing! that’s awesome…

  4. Yeah man. Very cool. Glad you finally posted about it. Also, society talk really initiates my gag reflex… dunno why. On this rare occasion I will give you two, count ’em TWO, eProps. I’M PRACTICALLY GIVING THEM AWAY!

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