I've been thinking about media and about perceiving the self and about Social Media and about reading about the self. Or about the love. Or searching through the Obituaries until you know the whole story. Or until you can look his brother in the eyes and him what really happened. Or call his sister and say hey! This is Zoe. Yes, Zoe. Zoe. Booth. Call me back. Love. Kisses. Okay bye :). Call me when you're off love. Yes LOVE. I love you.
Then I read about myself because the author who wrote about our games never asked for quotes from me because I wouldn't remember how I scored.
I remembered who passed it to me and then I said why don't you go talk to the losing team now.
I don't know. That one, that one is my friend.
No, because you don't know her. You don't write about women's hockey. No one does. Except us.
On the bus and in the van. In rap songs and our music videos. On YouTube. I don't know. I don't have internet on my phone.
That girl, with the blonde hair. That girl is nice. Addie. My cousin's name is also Addison. I love her.
Sage. I love her.
I love her parents and her sister and all of them, yes.
Go write about that.
The score is on the board and that one there he's my boyfriend. I love him, yes.
And his little brother, his other little brother, and his youngest little brother, too.
I am going to go to prom now. With him.
Then, I'm going to go home and write about it.
When it's finally time to say what I have been saying my whole life, I'm going to say it with my chest. I memorized the speech before I wrote it. And yea, I could hardly believe they let me say that either.
But, they did. So I did. It probably upset some people. That's life, right? c'est la vie?
I never liked speech or debate because the funniest jokes were ones I didn't want to make that loudly. They were mean or I have no idea what the speech or debate is about. So, what are we talking about?
By the time I was a senior, everyone else was too young to make fun of.
So I didn't. I would not do that. But, my class. They were all my year, so there I stood and I said almost everything I wanted to say because I did not know that much about Megan. Except, that we worked together and we went to school together and that I saw her car that night.
I was on my way to get my friend to go play hockey.
Then in the morning my other friend said it was her, but I didn't know what to say that morning because I was already pretty sure it was.
So, I said I was sorry.
But we had to get to work.
So we went.
Let me tell you, I did not teach a single child how to ski that day because I was in the "feel better room."
Feeling not much better.
But, there were Goldfish and Magical Magical little boys and girls.
Which was still pretty okay.
I did wish she was there with me, though. For the rest of that ski season and the rest of high school, too.
" Salutatorian Zoe Booth took her classmates on a memory-lane trip that touched on playing donkey basketball (RIP) and getting out of class to witness a solar eclipse (SOL). She called out various classmates for their signature styles and talents.
'If there is one thing I can take away from high school, it is that every second we spend in this world is a significant one,' Booth said. 'The last four years have taught me that any second can be
