WV Governor's Honors Academy 2004!
Tue, Jul. 19th, 2005, 01:47 am
ilostmynamesake: One year later...
So, seeing as it's the one year anniversary of that last good-bye we remember so painfully well, I thought I'd do something nice on here.
Leave a comment.
Put a memory of GHA.
Then one from after GHA that made you wish you were back there.
Then write how you think your life would be now if you hadn't gone.
Finally, two reunion ideas: One for the near future, like before we go to college next month, and one for the distant future, like ten years from now.
Thanks for the memories. They've lasted a year so far, and I know there's more to come.
Wed, Jul. 20th, 2005 07:15 am (UTC)
(Anonymous): Posted by Tiffany Campbell
A post about GHA is wonderful although I'm sure all of us could write a book about it. There should definitely be another reunion before we all start leaving for college.
I'm not sure if I can pick out one single memory from GHA. There are simply too many wonderful ones to choose from..... OK. Now that I've sat here for the past 15 minutes trying to describe different favorite memories from GHA to Kelly, I think I'll just rock, paper, and scissors it with her. Well it was between the GHA mornings and the GHA evenings and somehow torturing John Estep in the van won. Everyday our broadbase class risked our lives in order to get to the art museum while riding in the van with Mr. Estep. I don't believe the streets of Huntington have ever seen such a driver, and our class was sure to let him know about it. However, our complaints weren't without reason. He went up on sidewalks, side swiped vehicles, and I swear there were times when we were on two wheels around those curves. Tonya, Anna, Alex, and I might have been the worst ones of yelling out the random insults on his driving. "Hey John, that light was red....it's too hot back here John....ever been called Johnny....late again Mr. Estep....streets are for vehicles, sidewalks for people, and you get them confused....car, Car, CAr, CARRR, you nearly were guilty of vehicular manslaughter there John....you have bad taste in music John....been drinking John?....I think we're lost....do insurance companies even cover you?" We would berate him the entire ride there and back while we rounded the recommended 25mph curves at speeds of 60 at least while riding in the very back in a crammed van that felt like 100 degrees. But, it was absolutely hilarious. There was an understanding that it was all done in good fun; I can't remember a vehicle ride that has compared to any of those.
I was one of the last to leave the Marshall campus, and after most of the GHAers had gone, I began to miss it. Although I was still at that place, it wasn't GHA. While I was watching the vehicles drive off and waving to the people in them, I was just in tears because I hated saying goodbye and knowing it was really over.
Ok, now that I've written a page on that one memory, I'll make sure to briefly summarize the next. In a word, my life without GHA would've been terrible. I couldn't imagine missing out on the memories, friendships, and experiences I've had thanks to GHA. I mean, I'm sitting beside Kelly Trimble right now. I really found the place where I belonged amongst everyone there.
I say we head to Allison Butler's farm for a camp out and bonfire. She's already offered to hold a reunion there. Honestly, it doesn't matter where it is because if there's GHA people there, I'd love to come.
Well, we'll be 28 and by then, one, if not more of us, will be a millionaire with a huge place. Therefore, it will be that person's duty to host a GHA reunion at their place. Either that, or in ten years we need to collectively fund an actual GHA School and can celebrate the opening with a reunion.