Ughh I'm terrible at this. I have been polishing up my final OPs for you guys and it's been very difficult and I must say, I didn't think it would be. I thought by now I was inured to all of the super sap, but as it turns out--not so much. Sap is practically dripping from my darn OP--I'm going to need a super-absorbent sponge to edit the stupid thing.
So, in the interests of keeping this blog all about my babies, I would like you to think back on our year together, compile your best memories, anecdotes, lessons, words of wisdom and final requests and say farewell to our Lang class, in any way you would like.
Odds are, you may all have each other in classes again next year, and if I'm very lucky, perhaps I will be blessed enough to see you gracing 204 for Debate and Discussion or just during your free time. It will be my sincere pleasure, indeed. If not, though, please know that it has been a humbling and enlightening experience to meet you all--and one I'll not soon forget.
Thank you all for an amazing year. You have been a gift, truly.
Love always,
Bunj
The ironic aspect of AP Lang is that your best times in the class and your worst times in the class are often one in the same. It was truly the hardships of the course that brought many of us closer together. Whether we spent two hours trying to get that reading log done before bed, or forty five minutes during study hall: we all shared the same stress. Not only were our stresses equal, but the relief of stapling that assignment and turning it in was always quite relieving for each of us. I remember spending a few late nights scrambling to finish assignments, wondering how the hell I was going to function at soccer or swim practice the next day. Yet, if I had the chance to change those all-nighters, I wouldn’t. There was a certain feeling of safety that accompanied those of despair the night before an assignment was due. Talking to James on Facebook, or walking around the house aimlessly always seemed to distract me from the task at hand. However, over and over again I got it done. That feeling of accomplishment never faded.
ReplyDeleteI wouldn’t have wished to share this experience with any other group than you. Without Garret habitually stepping over the line, Nick constantly arguing, Jhon incessantly asking me if I saw something on Reddit, and everyone else doing their thing, this year would have been downright boring. The rifts in ideology that materialized between many of us kept the fuel to the fire, and kept the year extremely eventful. Even though there seemed to be a rift between the two periods, (period 12 thinks so at least) the dichotomy provided a sort of character for both classes. I like that.
Next year is going to be different. Next year each one of us will begin to start our own personal journey. This journey will surely displace each of us from one another. During junior year, we were bound by the workload and the stress of AP’s. Of course, next year we will have the bond of the college admissions process, but this experience will not do for us what Lang and Chem and Calc and History did. Besides, after next year, many of us will never see each other again, and that’s a scary thought. This really is our last year of camaraderie. I’m sad to say it. Freshman, sophomore, and junior years were all spent tightening these friendships that may or may not last past next June. Although many of us may not speak again after next year, it’s alright; it’s time for all of us to turn the page in our lives. College will be a major transition, a huge disparity from the sheltered life of high school. Knowing all of you, though, you all will do great things.
Furthermore, I can’t wait to see what we all will accomplish in the next few years. It feels as if we’ve already accomplished so much, and the journey really is just beginning. Next September most of us will be leaving the nest, and spreading our wings into a world previously dark and mysterious. I’m embracing this change. Thanks to all of the bonds I’ve formed with you guys over the past few years, I’ll look back on this place, to this point in time, and remember AP Lang. I’ll remember all of the nights I spent typing away at the computer. I’ll remember laughing at Dan’s corny jokes. I’ll remember Kendall and Ciara and Ted and George and James and Amanda and Olivia and everyone else who helped to make this year awesome. So, go forth, AP Lang class. Remember everything that we went through together. Use it as ammunition to fortify your journey into the future. Look back on these days and see that they were some of the best we’ll ever have. I know I will. Thank you, period 12, period 2 and of course Bunje for making this year absolutely incredible. When we throw our caps in the year about a year from now, it’s you guys that I’ll be remembering.
Something your post reflects that I really love about this class is that we're such an eclectic mix of people, from widely varying social groups, but that never stops us from helping each other. It never stops us from respecting each other. It never stops us from having a good time with each other. If there's anything that separates these to classes from the rest of the rabble in this school, it's that and it's something I'll miss now that Lang is over. All I can hope is that I find a few of you great people in my classes again next year.
DeleteAs for you though Matt, don't worry because you're not getting rid of me anytime soon. See ya tomorrow morning, Gray team in three games! Just sayin'
Thanks for bringing me up Matt, you made my year awesome too!
DeleteYour first line. Your first line is PERFECT. It's so true though. What we always thought to be our worst moments, ended up being the best memories, and I love that about Lang. :)
DeleteBack in September, I knew what I was getting into when I walked into room 204. My brother, two years before, had struggled with the class, stressing over everything, breaking down at times, but in the end he got his 5. When peeked inside, I was ready for the same thing to happen to me, but I was still afraid. September ended and hell began. Wee morning hours became commonplace to me, headaches and fatigue plagued me daily, and society seemed foreign to me. Living day-by-day I made it to winter break when you finally gave us a break, Ms. Bunje. January sped by and March was suddenly upon me, and tennis season started up. That made things a lot harder, but once again I overcame those difficulties. The test finally arrived and I did my best—I will be content with whatever score I get. Now, as I lounge about in my several study halls and sometimes at my house, I can look back at the hard work I did throughout this year and all the good times and all the bad times.
ReplyDeleteI did more stuff this year than the previous two years (or any other year in fact). This, of course, made things incredibly more difficult, but I got through it all and I don’t regret a single minute of it. Drama, backstage stuff, on stage stuff, in-school activities, out-of-school activities; I did everything. From these activities I have met new people, or got to hang out more with previously made friends. My relationships have all grown at least a little throughout this year, and I even made some new ones, so I believe that is one of the most important things that happened this year. In my yearbook, I’ve run out of space early for the first time in my life. People actually have more to say than H.A.G.S. or good luck. Full notes and touching comments replaced these common half-hearted inserts, and I guess that means people like me now, at least more than previously. I have to say, this has been the best year in my life so far in nearly every way.
That being said, I have a special place in my heart for all of you. Each of you brings some part of yourselves into my life that somehow brings me joy, something that I can’t say to any other group of kids. I will miss you guys after high school and I hope to see at least most of you again later at some kind of reunion or something of that sort. From this year if I have learned nothing else I have learned (although it is extremely cliché and I apologize for that) to always be yourself and live the way you want to live because in the end, only those that care for you matter and those that don’t should be left behind. I know that every one of you will do great in everything you do, so, like Ms. Bunje said in the title, I won’t say goodbye but see you all later!
Tom, I think I know exactly how you feel about these year books I feel like I've gone to a lot less people than I normally do, but I als have gotten a lot of stuff written by the people I have gotten to. I've gotten a bit teary eyed from some of the messages. We've grown a lot this year, and I think that we've done so for the better.
DeleteThis is it. No, not Michael Jackson’s This Is It, because I’m pretty sure none of us are pop icons, but yes, it’s over. Junior year. The most important year of our high school career. And I am happy to say that I was able to get through it in one piece.
ReplyDeleteI wasn’t really expecting to finish junior years in billions of tiny Nyamekye fragments. I wasn’t planning on going through a meat grinder or getting my limbs severed by some genius psychopath eg Hannibal Lecter (Shout out to Amber Kell!). But I was expecting some anxiety attack/ mental breakdown. With the onset of pressures from demanding courses, standardized testing and the oncoming stress of applying to college, it was bound to happen. But I think I handled this year way better than what I had anticipated.
When I look back at all my previous years of high school this by far has been the best. I’ve opened up to people I would have never have before. I made new friends, lost some others, but all in all I’m happy with where I am. Severing ties from people and making new relationships opened my eyes to how many amazing people I was missing out on. From here, I can only wish to strengthen my relationships and keep the old ones going strong. Granted, I suck at relationships but I’m hoping after high school you guys will periodically (10 year increments preferably) appear somehow in my adult life.
Stressing over the work loads, or comparing failing grades of multiple choice tests, is something we’ll always have in common. It’s obvious that AP Lang has unified us all. Something no class has ever done before. And to be honest, it was quite refreshing knowing other people we’re having difficulties with an assignment, and I wasn’t in it alone. Though 12th period thinks they’re the better period, I have to say that I really enjoyed my time with my fellow Period 2-ers. Granted, most of you are super opinionated, and frighten me, but you made mornings bearable. Having AP Lang at 8 AM isn’t the greatest experience! So thank you all once again, for opening my eyes to the world with your different perspectives on life.
Sadly, this year has taught me a lot about myself. At the beginning, I wasn’t too fond of the deep insightful blogs. I’m still not really fond of them. I hate writing about myself, and always will hate writing about myself. But blogs, OPs, and Bunje Essays forced me to reflect on my inner being. Sure I’m still not 100% sure of myself, but at least now I kind of have a better grasp on what I want in life.
Finally, I would like to thank you Bunj. You get your own full paragraph. At the beginning of the year, you terrified me, you still do, but that’s beside the point. I’ll admit, I had you on the dislike list for a while for calling me Gwen (worst thing ever to say to me -_-). But I’ve forgiven you for that. I also didn’t enjoy how you just seemed to know something was up with me. No one is ever able to read my emotions, and those couple of times that you did took me aback. I felt like I had been violated, like my exterior had been shattered. I remember at the beginning of the year, when I stayed after school and you asked me something…I forget what it was, but after I blubbered a nonsensical response you simply stated “That must be lonely to not tell anyone how you feel,” and just like that I was crying, because that was exactly how I felt. From that point on, I found myself opening up a little bit more to you. I can’t promise that we’ll ever be buddy-buddy (because I have this weird thing when it comes to authority figures. Respect comes before all, and I can’t treat you like one of my friends) but I won’t ever forget the things you’ve taught me, even though I never talked once in your class. Thanks for everything!
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DeleteI completely agree with that, I don't think I've ever had a class that has been brought so close together. I mean I've had teachers who have tried to bring us together (cough cough Mrs. holdren) but we all know that ended in an unsuccessful mess. This year has been great and I hope we go on college road trips together in the coming year.
DeleteEvery ten years? What about our every-other-Thursday college skype date plans? Don't you dare push me out of your life, Nyamekye Coleman!
DeleteThere first thing you ever said to me (that I can remember) was "Should I keep teaching Lang?" which was terrifying. One, because I had no idea who you were. Two, because I had no idea how you taught. And three, because Maegan had just given me a pep talk about the importance of our pending conversation and how I needed to give intelligent answers if I wanted you to take me seriously. I answered by saying something along the lines of “Yes, because you’re really good at what you do”. At the time I was just assuming, but as it turns out, you really are good at what you do.
ReplyDeleteAlthough we occasionally bumped into each other from time to time in 2010, I lived in a constant fear of your mysterious presence. You had such a big reputation as both a genius and grade killer, I had no idea how to think of you. Some people absolutely loved you while others hated your guts. Whenever I asked someone about your class they would reply by saying it was the hardest class they have ever taken, but that it was worth it. “How could something so extremely painful be ‘worth it’?” I guessed I would find out.
When I first stepped into room 204, let’s be honest, it was weird. I thought you might not recognize me. I wondered what impressions you might still have of me from Freshman year. It seemed not to matter, you took all of the Langers in as if they were complete strangers. As time went on, they dreaded AP Lang work began. Honestly, I can’t remember much. I was always so busy, I never got a chance to soak in the experience. Soon as I was finished one assignment, it was time to begin another. I never had time to realize all the work I was finishing. And before I knew it, you were announcing that only a week remained until before the end of the AP exam.
Regardless, what you did was expand my boundaries. Your class with the addition of 4 other AP classes basically desensitized me. It was traumatic, and I may suffer PSTD later, but no amount of work can compare to this year’s workload. I could’ve never imagined writing so many essays, and doing so many homework assignments before this year began. College will be no sweat, not because the work won’t be challenging, but because I have already dealt with a huge workload.
Oh, and you were cool too. Now that we’re neighbors, you’re just that much cooler. I’ll come visit you from time to time even after graduation. And if I ever need advice I’ll come find you. After all, you’re only a few steps away.
Lucky! I wish I had Bunje as a neighbor!!! I guess that she wouldn't really want to live out in Weymouth though. I remember being in Costal's last year and hearing about Bunje for the first time. She always seemed like some dark figure in the distance, waiting for us to arrive at her door. Honestly, I tried to picture what Bunje would look like, and failed miserably. I was scared walking in, but like you, I feel far better off than I was before!
DeleteEven though I wasn't in class with you, I feel like you've changed a lot since like eight grade, and I honestly really like the person you are. I'm only saying this because I feel like your writing perfectly describes you. You rock, don't ever change! :) and that was from Lizzie McGuire
DeleteI'm almost surprised about how you felt going into lang. Sometimes you are hard to read George. I would have thought you would have been more confident about taking on Lang and everything associated than you described. I guess we all had our own reservations I suppose, but as you said it was worth it desite it being a little painful. Also have fun being neighbors with Bunje...don't bother her too much.
DeleteI feel the same way with the workload (minus a 5th AP class) considering all the work we did in here, piled onto chemistry (which was tough) and calc (which wasn't much) and history (pfffft wait is that a DBQ?). Although I probably wasn't desensitized, it's still shown me that I can take it, and maybe even do well with a busy schedule like this.
DeleteIs it weird that I felt like you were in my class this year George? I really liked your post and all, but I wanted my comment to pertain more to the fact that I feel as if you were in period 12 this year. You were brought up a lot, and you always seem to share the same beliefs as us (according to your blogs) I don't know. I just feel like you were with us somehow. Is that creepy?
DeleteI honestly never expected to have this year to go by so fast. I legitimately believed that I was going to be writing essays and doing RRLs for ages. But now its over, and were about to enter our senior year, and I cant help but feel a sense of sadness and excitement for all the positive changes that are coming our way. I feel really blessed to have been in period 12 Lang, there were some interesting characters in that class.
ReplyDeleteAlthough we spent a lot of time doing similar work and being very stressed out, I feel like I don’t really know you all as much as I should. Which is my own fault really, outside of trying to express my opinion without looking like an idiot, I mostly just talked to Ciara. No, I think the real benefit I got out of taking Lang this year was learning about myself. Without Lang I don’t think I would have been able to decide that being myself is ok, and that it’s ok to not be the best (not that I ever was academically, I speak mostly to other areas). I learned that everything is going to be ok. Which was a really important for me to learn because going through life getting stressed out about all the things that “I’m doing wrong” just gives me a big headache, and I think for the first time I started to give myself a little more credit.
Unfortunately I think the worst is yet to come for me. I mean it’ll be ok because ill be in lit with some of you next year, but I’m the most afraid that when I go to college the familiarity of having you all in my classes for the past 10 years with some of you and even longer for others. But it’ll be ok, we all are here to serve a greater purpose, and I feel really lucky to be able to have worked with each of you on some level. I just hope when your standing at a podium accepting your Nobel Peace Prize or selling the third edition of the book you have written, that you will remember me. Maybe not right at the time but like I hope you remember me even when you become successful and famous and rich and what not. My mom always said that our ten-year reunion will be really interesting, and I definitely agree with her.
Now Ms. Bunje.
You really are an extraordinary teacher and person, im really glad that I had the opportunity to be your student. Thank you so much for everything. ☺
Okay Olivia, I know that I wrote this general thing on your paper today, but I know for a fact that you are going to go places in the arts. While we are all remembering you as we reach our success, you need to make sure that you remember us as well. I feel like this past year we've gotten to the point where we could bridge that gap between us because lets face it, I know for a fact that I annoyed you before. However, I think that we understand each other a bit more and I can tell you for a fact that Olivia is okay, I wouldn't want her to change a bit!
Delete“Never say goodbye because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan
ReplyDeleteWell, I know that we aren’t typically supposed to use a quote when we start writing, however, I think you all could excuse this. Every single one of you AP Langers are people who I don’t want to say goodbye to. I don’t ever want to forget about any of you. AP Lang hardly ended when we stepped out of 204. I think I can vouch for everyone on this blog when I say that it was the moment when we stepped outside that AP Lang really began. No, I’m not just referencing the many nights in which we would stay up into the wee hours trying to rid ourselves of an RRL or a TSTD. I’m referencing the change in how we look at each other now compared to before Bunje got her hands on us.
I don’t know. I think that these blogs were the most beneficial part of the year for us. We truly found out how much support lined up for us between the different lang kids. I can’t truly express to all of you how grateful I am for the support you’ve given me regarding theatre. I’m normally used with having to go against people like my mom or Dr. Steinacher, but when I discuss things on here, all of you seem to back me up. Heck, these past two days in class I’ve gotten a lot of comments on my papers about acting, and directing and stuff to that effect. With all genuine humbleness, thank you.
As this year is coming to a close, I think a lot of people around me are getting a bit nervous. I know we are all antsy for summer to look forward to, but after that there’s just one year left. To me, that’s a scary thought. Not because we’ll all be heading off to college soon. That’s not it at all. I’m not worried about college. I’m nervous about being a senior. Being a senior means that everyone is looking up to you and you have no one else at Oak to look up to student wise. This will be especially true when it comes to drama. I will be one of a very small group of drama seniors and people are already saying that next year I’ll be the one that everyone’s looking to. I’m the guy who has been involved the longest, so I have some seasoned nature about me. I’ve already gotten comments from John about having to “dominate Oak drama next year” and many thanks for support from Molly in my year book. It’s just strange because I have gone from having the class of 2012 to look up to in drama and I’ve been in their shadow for so long that I don’t know how easy it will be to take the reigns.
The strangest experience happened to me today at Absegami for the Summer Show workshop. We were all separated by grade and of course I was one of the few seniors in comparison to all the other grades. A lot of the Gami kids are juniors and sophomores. A bunch of them turned around and said to me “Sheesh, you’re old.” I was kind of caught off guard because, well, today was almost like my first day as a senior. At one point of the workshop when everyone needed to be quiet so that Tunney could move on I had to raise up my voice and I silenced everyone with 2 or 3 words. A lot of the other veterans just looked at me and said “...Nice!” I guess that if I have to take the reigns then I will.
That being said, my only advice for you all as you become seniors is to take your little niche in this school and do the most with it that you can. We have one year left. That means that we have one year left to make a difference I don’t think that any of you want to miss that.
Next year Mike, you just gotta bring it all home. My advice, go all out with drama to get the part you want. Personally, I think you deserve to be as involved with drama as you want, and don't let anyone take that away. I know it's just more support that I typically give, but I'm being sincere and honest. Just do it man. Do what you want. Support is just one of those things taught through this Lang experience.
DeleteMike I can't even tell you how happy it makes me that you believe in my abilities as an actress. Thank you so much. Next year may be a little rough to start off but no matter what happens in school, I agree with my dad on this one, don't give up on any of your dreams to become a director or an actor for that matter. Just remember that drama clotting factor"
DeleteAnd let me quote Aaron downs for that one, but we will alway be here to support you, and that's a promise :)
DeleteIt doesn’t seem like it was over a year ago that last year’s Langers were bitching and moaning to me about how intolerably frustrating this class is. I distinctly remember two specific seniors in my Pre-Calc class constantly saying how they have to pull an all-nighter nearly every night and how terribly sleep-deprived they were. Frankly, I think they were being a bit too overdramatic. The way I see it, Lang is what you make of it. If you’re not willing to put your time and best efforts forth in order to succeed, then well, you won’t succeed. I’ve consistently done decent in this class (although my grade right now isn’t too hot…) when I’m admittedly the most brain-dead person in the world when it comes to English. Especially its composition. Gah. But, despite all the horror stories, I feel like taking this class was truly worthwhile because I took far more out of it than I ever could have anticipated – not only in the knowledge I’ve gained, but in the bonds I’ve made and that I’ll look back on fondly as the years pass.
ReplyDeleteI remember the first day of school distinctly because Bunj, you scared the shit out of me. I know the intimidating first-day-of-Lang Bunje is polar opposite of real Bunje, but that first day really made me doubt my place in the class. I honestly thought that the seniors weren’t exaggerating when they said that Lang was hellacious, and there was a point when I considered dropping out. What kept me in the class, however, was starting my first day of working in the main office with Bunje up there with me. It was then that I really saw the real, sweet, funny, caring Bunje. The fact that I could relate with a teacher on a different level and see her in a less formal setting gave me the chance to come to my senses and stick through the year. I’m beyond glad that I did.
Every single Langer – despite their affiliation with either period 2 or 12 – is a part of a family. We’re all family. We’re the ones who took the leap from being AP Gov kids to becoming AP Lang kids while others in that class shied away from the challenge and opted for the Honors cohort. The fact that we all survived the year together and rocked that AP test is what makes us a family. Our constant support of one another is what makes us a family. All of us having a common single, guiding force *cough cough Bunje* is what makes us a family. You don’t get to choose your family, but you’ve all got to admit that we’ve got a damn good one here.
I know one thing from this class that I’ll always be able to smile about is the day we got our first RRL back. I remember reading a little note from Bunje saying, “this is how a reading log should be done! :)” In that moment, I felt all proud and content inside because I knew, even back then, that this would be my most challenging class, but I never knew it would be the most rewarding. I’ve learned more in this class – from technical stuff in class, to life lessons from Bunje, to the insight I’ve gained on my classmates through blogs and OPs – than I ever could have if I were taking this class anywhere else. Bunj, I know you only worked us to the bone this year for our benefit, but you’ve made us all explore who we are, a task that most of us would never even dare attempt at our own discretion. So for that, I think thanks are in order. Actually, I think thanks are in order for much more than just that. You’re a wonderful teacher who truly cares about your students and you push us to reach our full potential; most teachers wouldn’t even bother. So, thank you for being there for us. Thank you for creating this family and molding us into a better us. I’m really going to miss this class next year, it’s been one of the most frustrating, overwhelming, yet rewarding and pleasurable experiences of my life. Crap, now I’m sad. :(
I, too, distinctly remember last year's Lang class advising us not to take this class. They said it wasn't worth it. What's up with that?! I'm so glad I didn't listen to them, and I'm glad you didn't either because I've really enjoyed your company this year. :)
DeleteGiovinco: That quote is beautiful, and fits here perfectly. I don't think any of us could ever bear to truly say goodbye to this class, none of us could ever forget what became of us just beyond the door of room 204. Also, I know what you mean about the blogs and the support shown by everyone. I've learned so much about the people I'm surrounded by every day and I'm so thankful for that. Plus, we've all become so close over the course of this school year and honestly, without Lang, half of us wouldn't even acknowledge one another; but now it seems like everyone is just genuinely caring towards everyone else. It's so heartwarming. :')
ReplyDeleteNyamekye: Your note to Bunje made me tear up a little. You're right about this year being the best, though. It's been so rewarding to survive this roller coaster and it truly feels like we've all done it together. We've all made it through together.
Tom: D'aw, I love you. I'm going to miss you so much, bud. But I agree, the stress and tumult this year has inflicted upon us was definitely worth it. It makes me proud to look back and know that I always put forth my best effort even when I wanted so desperately to give up. It's nice to be able to say that we've all survived; but now I'm left wishing that it wasn't all ending... /:
It’s been a great year. It’s been difficult, stressful, but at the same time, so short. Would I do it all again if I could? Honestly, I’m unsure of that. But still, it’s been an adventure and a grand experience.
ReplyDeleteThe thing with Lang class that’s so unique is the sense of community. The people of period 12 simply.. seem to fit together. And because of that, I’ve come to be comfortable around all these people. We’ve poured our thoughts and personality out into our OPs and blogs, and flocked to the AP Lang group the day before that important assignment was due. Secrets came out, we found out things we would have never known, and we’ve become closer because of all that we’ve learned about each other. There just isn’t this type of feeling in any other class. In other classes there’s closeness, but in period 12, there’s a family.
I can’t help but mention the split between period 2 and period 12. Though the idea of this dichotomy was probably made popular in period 12, I know there are definitely members of period 2 who believe in it as well. I always thought the rift was kind of obvious. I won’t specify though because I know people will get offended, haha. But I’m glad I got placed in period 12. You guys are my kind of people!
So obviously - or hopefully - we’ve all learned a lot this year. Although it would probably please Bunje very much if you remembered all the RRLs and STDS--er, TSTDs I mean, that you got this year, I hope everyone remembers the people of Lang, and of high school in general. When you are all off being fancy and successful and stuff, I hope you remember those good conversations we’ve had in lang, especially the incredibly off-topic ones, the best kind. (Ahem period 12.)
Buh-bye everyone! But not really. We still have another year together, even though many of us are taking different classes from each other. But good luck, and we’ll always be together in our hearts, or something like that!
Matt:
ReplyDelete“Freshman, sophomore, and junior years were all spent tightening these friendships that may or may not last past next June. Although many of us may not speak again after next year, it’s alright; it’s time for all of us to turn the page in our lives.” I kind of forgot about the whole “we’ll never see anyone ever again” until I read your post. Oh so sad..! Thank you for the encouraging words though, Matt! You’re inspirational.
Nyamekye:
“Though 12th period thinks they’re the better period, I have to say that I really enjoyed my time with my fellow Period 2-ers.” Hey hey! It goes both ways, I know some period 2-ers who think they’re so much better! Nonetheless, I agree with you that Lang has unified us in a way never done before. And I guess that’s why everyone feels so much pride in their own period.
Mike:
“Being a senior means that everyone is looking up to you and you have no one else at Oak to look up to student wise.” I know what you mean. I feel almost unprepared to be a big scary senior. It’s crazy to imagine having to be a role model for all the little (or more little) ones. Ahhh!
It's been quite a few blog posts since I completed mine the day before. Tonight, I've done a lot of makeup work, and study guide work, so I was in the mood to get stuff done and out of the way. I'm not a fan of the whole 'thought-provoking' type of blogs, but I do them the best to my ability (the majority of the time). This blog is quite different from all the rest and isn't my kind of writing.
ReplyDeleteI may be known as an arguer, a procrastinator, a slacker, or other adjectives that pretty much mean the same thing. What I'm not known for (for good reason) is my sentimentality. I'm never one to pour my heart out, share my feelings with anyone, or talk to people about my problems. I don't think it has anything to do with lack of trust or anything of the sort. I just choose not to. Now, let the blog begin.
This one has been the most memorable, in terms of all of my English classes I've had over the years. It's been the most fun, along with, the most stressful (self-induced). I've seen sides of people that I never knew existed. I applaud everyone for their honesty, and openness in OPs. I could never muster enough courage some of you have done to read and write them. The amount of work assigned has easily surpassed all of my previous years of English. It would've been significantly better had I not done all of my work the night before, but the past is the past. This year's been a blast...
I would write something emotional and great about Ms. Bunje, but, I don't know how. You've been a great teacher, and an even better inspiration.
I'll end it on a +44 lyrics... "Please understand, this isn't just goodbye. This is I can't stand you."
Just kidding.
Emily:
ReplyDeleteThis year really did by go by fast! All year I remember complaining and always asking, "Is it June 7th yet?" But now that it's right around the corner I'm kind of sad. Not really, who am I kidding. But I think it's funny though, I really feel like the two periods had the right types of people in them. I definitely would have felt out of place in period 12.
Becca:
I remember the first day of Lang as well. I think I almost cried. I heard so many horror stories, and then there I was, sitting in Lang. It was incredibly daunting! But yeah, I really think that previous years were extremely dramatic. " Lang is what you make of it." is the perfect description of the class.
Mike G:
You're one of the people I got to know a little better this year. Even though we weren't in the same period, you always forced me to calm down when I was stressing out in period 1. Thanks for that! I agree with you, that everyone deserves a big pat on the back for being supportive. I never knew half of you guys would actually support me in my endeavors, it's nice to know.
THIS IS PATRICK DURR
ReplyDeleteI came up with the idea of going down the line and saying something individually to each and everyone one of you and thinking of memories to go with it. -- Lets get real though, I'm too lazy for that but that doesn’t mean I don't love you all. So here’s my loving generic goodbye to all of you(well not goodbye see ya later), lets look back on our year together.
In the beginning of the year we all came a little unprepared of what to expect as we walked through the door of room 204; the AP Lang classroom. We questioned, whats she like?, what does she look like?, whats she expecting of us?, any question we could think of we asked ourselves deep in the back of the cornerstones of our minds. (I know I was especially nervous) We heard stories about the class and we wanted to see if the rumors were true so we were shocked when we found out who the true Ms. Bunje was. However,we found a deep caring lady who took a vast interest in her students than any other teacher had questioned before. I got to say though I miss that beginning uneasy feeling it brought forth a different kind of excitement and wonder that I have today. Anybody else feel that way?
Anyway, she encouraged us to do blogs, to help us realize not only things about others but about ourselves. The first blog is were I truly got a better understanding of everyone else opinions and was enlightened by the minds of the people I have spent a great deal of my life with. We talked about what we expected from this year, and I'm glad to say most of what we expected has come true. I remember I had trouble writing that blog. It was the first blog of the year and I had no idea how to format it. I'm a stickler for a precise map to get me from point A to point B, (which is probably why I love math) so to have no clear format for the blog I was lost on what to say. It took me hours to figure out exactly the right things to say to answer all the questions presented and at that specific moment I had wished for no more blogs because they were a pain in the ass however, I wouldn’t think that way for long. I now see blogs as a place of catharsis, were I can just let go and were I learn how the great minds I have been with for at least 3 years were formulated. Im going to miss these blogs that let me learn about you guys.
MORE PATRICK DURR
ReplyDeleteIn addition, I remember the stress we felt when we found out how the vocab system works and is built upon. Images of last minute, rushed studying in Cervi's class fills my brain now as I look back. I remember getting Mikey B to tell me the definitions of words as we were “encouraged” to watch the movie that Mr. Cervi had played for us that day. I remember the middle of death month were we wanted no more AP multiple choice tests and couldn’t wait for it to be over. I remember the many laughs period 12 had over the many inappropriate comments made in class but we somehow always managed to get our work done. I remember so much, so much has happened. There’s one thing I can say for certainty, we have all changed in some way shape or form this year. We learned things about ourselves this year or made things more prevalent to people. This year, this class has made visible to me the many promising futures I feel ahead for each and everyone of you. I couldn't have asked for a better group of people to spend my time with. All of you have become like a second family to me, we have the crazy uncles and aunts, the greatest moms and dads, the present giving grandparents, and the annoying brothers and sisters. We are a cohesive unit and that will never go away. Anyway I would like to end on a good note so thank you guys so much for everything you have taught me this year and may your futures be limitless. I'm sure I will be seeing most of you in my classes next year!!! Anyway as Micheal Kyle from My Wife and Kids once said, “hey so long, see ya suckers, bon voyage, arrivederci, later losers, goodbye, good riddance, peace out, let the doorknob hit ya where the good Lord split ya, don't come back around here no more, hasta la vista baby, kick rocks, and get the hell out!” Just kidding, I love you guys (as I keep saying)
Mikey G: I love how you began your blog, breaking the first rule of writing that we were taught never to do, its kind of.... whats the word I'm looking for...(insert word here I can't think of it). But its great, it just reminded me of all the essays we wrote during the year. In addition, its the great way to leave the class year by breaking that sacred rule that we were taught. Anyway yes I remember the stress of trying to finish RRL's and TSTD's and I must say they definitely helped me a lot this year. Now it seems that every time I read something I secretly do a RRL or TSTD in my mind. It's weird!
Becca: “Every single Langer – despite their affiliation with either period 2 or 12 – is a part of a family. We’re all family.” This is so true. To be honest I don't even remember how the period 12 vs period 2 feud started. All I remember is that one day we all just started to compete with each other over little things for fun. I would play along sometimes and tell people from period 2 how much their period sucked ( of course I was kidding). In spite of the fact of period 2 or 12 like I said in my blog you are all my family and just like family we love to joke and compete with one another. I know we love each other so very much.
Tom: A reunion would be awesome, someones should get working on that right now. Who's great at planning things? Seriously though I would love to see how most of you would turn out in like 5, 10, 15 years from now. I imagine that when I go to this reunion I'm going to be surrounded by millionaires all enjoying their lives with children (if wanted). Ok let me stop thinking about the future and the past, it gets me all sad, lets just focus on the present and the time we have left with each other.
This has been one hell of a year. To be honest I don’t think Lang was as bad as we made it out to be. There was a lot of work, but looking back on it, it wasn’t THAT horrible. I was especially pleased with having Lang second period. You guys are a great group of people and I don’t think I would have lasted in period 12. I think that great bonds were made during the course of AP Lang. This year I had the opportunity to talk and work with people I merely said hello to before. It was a very interesting opportunity to see each other learn and grow.
ReplyDeleteSo what did I learn? I don’t think I’ve learned very much at all, actually. My 30 average on vocab quizzes and that 20 on the final vocab test show that my vocabulary hasn’t grown very much. I still spell horridly. I still read the same. Morally, I feel the same way I did when I walked into 204 in September. I still have a loud mouth and I still have the same views. If any transformation happened during the school year, my skills were sharpened. Vigorous activities and reading response logs helped to clarify things I already knew. I don’t necessarily think that AP Lang is a class to learn in. It’s more of a class to expound upon ideas that are already there.
I would like to say congratulations though. We made it. Today was the last full day of our junior year at Oakcrest. I hope that next year will be bigger and better. We all hit our pitfalls and our mountain peaks and now it is over. After we complete this blog we can sit down and….. not do anything until September! All of you are very important and special people. All of you will do great things in life and I just want to end by saying I am glad to have met each and every one of you! Have an amazing summer y’all
I'd like to think we're better friends now Janel. You seem like a pretty neat gal, if I must say so myself. That said, yes, period 2 is a wonderful bunch of people (no offense to that OTHER class) that most certainly helped me get through the year. But I feel like it really was as bad as people made it out to be, but now that it's all over, I can't imagine it really being that bad in the first place.
DeleteMikey G: Of course you would be the one to quote Peter Pan! Haha, well anyways, that quote was perfect. i definately think this group of people is one that should not be forgotten. As much as we all want to move on to bigger and better things, Oakcrest and AP Lang should remain in our memory, somewhere, for the rest of our lives.
ReplyDeleteEmily: We did become much closer as a group. Although we only had the oppertunity to read each classes blogs, we still grew together as a unit. I wish that period two could have had the same relationship that we have with each other, but with period twelve. It's amazing what ten months can do to people to make the bonds between them stronger!
Mimi: I too believe that this year has been the best. I grew especially close to a lot of people. You being one of them. I will miss our moring rants and conversations. We talked about pretty much everything under the sun. I hope that we have latin and lit back to back again next year so we can continue just being us! Have a great summer Mimi, you deserve it!
It’s always this time of year when I’m feeling particularly nostalgic and depressed. The realization hits that a whole school year has flown by. Inside my head I’m scrambling through moments and memories and words – little fragments that I wish I could hold onto forever. Each year they’re rewritten, but some traces of the past always remain. I knew from the start of the year that we had a good class, all unique individuals with original personalities to bring to the table on our journey through Lang; some of whom I’ve known for years, some I never knew at all. I used to be upset with the fact that all of my “best” friends weren’t in my classes. But this year was different. I expanded my friendships and became close with people who were mere acquaintances before. In all of my years of high school, I haven’t felt that “class bonding” feeling that was created in most middle school/elementary classes. But Lang was different – probably because each of us not only shared knowledge but shared secrets of our lives, which strengthened friendships, and tightened the connection in our class.
ReplyDeleteI always looked forward to going to 204 at the end of the day, no matter how much work was awaiting me. I’ll miss our discussions, our jokes (thank you garret), and our arguments (thank you nick). I’ll miss the movie game (I don’t know what it’s called), especially rise of the planet of the apes ;-)! I’ll never forget everyone’s reactions to the grades of our first AP M.C test. Or our reactions upon seeing our first rhetorical analysis prompt (general consensus: w.t.f is this). Everytime there was a calendar slot that just said “partaaaaaay” , everyone felt a little less stressed . During our Christmastime lang part, Matt, Garret, and I sang christmas songs in Ms. Kennedy’s room and danced a little in front of the class. I remember reading schuyler’s 1st (or second?) O.P and yelling at him for opting to take the lower grade for not reading it…In the end he read it so I was happy! Dan Heckman, Emily Ding, Schuyler, I, and occasionally Mike Giovinco would study for vocab quizzes during gym every day, I’ll miss our rounds of walking for fitness :’). One time during the year, George posted a bunch of Schuyler memes on our lang group and they were hilarious. Speaking of the lang group, I’m reading past posts and there was probably more “random conversation” than actually Lang help. Thank you Tom for all the Quizlet stuff, Thank you Dominique for ALWAYS reminding us of what needed to be done . Declamations will always be my favorite assignment of the year. When Emily Ding read her assigned one about cats, she stared at me the whole time because she said she didn’t have anywhere else to look. Thinking back to this makes me giggle because I was trying so hard not to laugh and mess up her presentation! When we exchanged valentines cards my favorite was from Schuyler because it was more of a greeting card than a Valentine. And Garret’s “Your are as beautiful as the deep blue sea” (real creative bud ;)! ) Our “battle” between period 2 and 12 was always humorous (all in good fun !) !!! All these memories keep popping up…but I guess I’ll stop here!
So I guess this blog post turned into somewhat of an overall class yearbook signing. I guess in the past couple days with all of the class activities, parties, and summer hysteria in the air, I’ve been able to really appreciate what a great class we have. It isn’t about the grades or the ranks but the respect we had for each other and for you too, Bunj!
I’d just like to say thank you, to everyone in our cohort, who made this year spectacular and considerably less stressful. I couldn’t ask for better classmates. And of course, thank you Ms. Bunje for proving to me that there exists someone who can actually fulfill the role of a teacher; someone who is selfless and helpful and kind and unconditionally caring. I have never had a teacher that showed so much concern for a student when in need. I cannot even begin to explain how much you have all taught me, thank you!!!!
LOL@ The Rise of the Planet of the Apes reference, i loved our class, thanks Connie for making it a great year for me!
DeleteBecca - I love how you refer to us as family, and you're completely right, what got us to this point was all the months of supporting each other and working through all the challenges. I couldn't have said it better myself.
ReplyDeleteGeorge - I completely identify with your statement here: Honestly, I can’t remember much. I was always so busy, I never got a chance to soak in the experience. Soon as I was finished one assignment, it was time to begin another. I never had time to realize all the work I was finishing. When i look back, I don't think about the mountainous piles of work (though i know they were there), It all went by so fast it feels as if it was nothing.
Matt - Your post was so sweet and nostalgic, I almost teared up a bit through the end
:'). I feel as if we've all made lasting impressions on each other. Positive or negative, we became close- not strangers!- and thats what makes our class spectacular.
*Christopher Walken voice *: “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.” That’s what I take away. Through all the struggle and mayhem—we survived AP Lang…and I guess all I can say is that it was probably well worth it in the end. It can only make us stronger after all. Really, I’m just surprised I’m still alive. After the AP test I was like,” Holy Shit, I made it!” To be frank, this year was not as bad as I anticipated it to be. I mean the only real pain was that one TS/TD on “What High School Is”. I still don’t give any shits about what that guy said. I don’t think I will ever get over those countless hours stretched over that weekend—At least for a little while. I think know what High School is. I don’t need 40 plus paragraphs on monotony and BS. I know BS; I’ve used it to get by on nearly every English related standardized test I’ve taken. If I can take anything away from this year, it isn’t necessarily critical reading skills or writing skills; rather it was time management and conceptualization of ideas. I don’t believe I’ve changed much in my writing. I’ve always enjoyed how I’ve written and I don’t intend on changing my style. What I base my writing on is ideas and the beauty of an idea. I could care less about your similes and complex metaphors—give me some old-fashioned eloquence and development of ideas. Give me humor, give me voice, give me something I haven’t heard before. I think that is what writing is all about, and I’ve kept status quo on that principle for a while now. I think this class has worked to affirm my growth as a public speaker. I delivered arguably an awesome speech—that’s probably my highlight of the year in Lang. But I can’t help but reflect on eighth grade where I struggled to read my papers aloud in class. Despite how well-written they were…I never had the same confidence I have now. Ever since I delivered my rebuttal in last year’s debates I felt incredibly poised with my speech and discourse. I think what boosted it along was Costal crediting me with what he affirmed as the best speaking part given in a debate that year. I think I’ve become satisfied with where I am as a writer. It really was all avowed in my writing conference. To hear high praise for my work really gave me a special sense of gratification, and I thank you Bunje for sharing your thoughts on my work. It really made the year worth it. I think the greatest gift to teach is the principal of never being satisfied—striving for greater things. I think Lang in some way encouraged this principle through our writing; it was up to us if we wanted to strive towards it. Bunje, you set the bar high, and I respect you for doing that. On an unrelated note, I never once thought I would be giving a Christopher Walken rendition of Stronger aloud in class, but here we are just a week after that spectacle. If anything, I’ve learned to just go with it and go for it I guess. I suppose that’s really what it all comes down to in the simplest of terms.
ReplyDeleteAs for you guys, (and I’ll give my honest opinion), I really believe that our class is one of the better ones to go through the halls of Oakcrest on an academic level. But regardless of academics, I think there is one thing that needs to be pointed out. Speaking for period two, you all are just the nicest people, and it has been a pleasure to weather the storm with you all. You all are incredibly kind, supportive, and unique individuals, and I don’t think I’d rather have anybody else but you guys to go through Lang with. It was a good year, and I look forward to seeing some of you in Lit next year.
I just need to say that I love your Christopher Walken voice. During your talent, I literally didn't stop laughing.
DeleteI swore to myself that I would make this the longest blog yet and I managed to without even trying. Oh dear.
ReplyDeleteHair back and up. Comfortable clothes on. Belly full. Contacts out. Throat constricted. Tissues ready. I can do this.
I lied; I can’t do this. I’m two seconds from a full-fledged hysteria ridden sob, oh oh, okay, those two seconds have passed. It has begun. When I write (cry) like so, it will signal me pausing to suddenly breakdown again.
To briefly explain the conundrum of why I’m periodically bawling (I’m writing another line about every five minutes, hence the “periodically”), I should elaborate on what tenses my mind operates under. It’s not that I necessarily live in the past, though I am constantly torn by the feeling that so much time has passed, that so much has changed, that I can never go back. And it’s not that I don’t live in the present. I’m painfully aware that every moment I live is a onetime deal that is literally gone the moment I think it. I think it’s a combination of these two. I’m plagued by the future tense. I’m plagued by knowing that every moment I am living now will be the past. I’m plagued by knowing that one day (cry) I’m going to be in college, one day I’ll be married, one day I’ll have a job, one day I’ll be old and looking in the mirror and wondering where the time went. I look at my parents and know that they were my age once. They thought aging seemed far off once too. I live knowing that in my future, these wonderful present memories will be an unreachable past (cry).
I suppose I should start from the beginning of Lang. It was never in question that I was taking Lang and I know this because it baffled me when my counselor asked IF I wanted to take Lang. It’s not like my ear wasn’t talked off by querulous seniors, but I think if anything that just made me more excited. I craved this challenge. I craved it so much that I remember, during summer, being wracked by boredom and frustration that my life felt wasted. All summer I looked forward, in the truest sense of the phrase, to all my classes, Lang and Chem especially. Kerry told me that she told you, Bunj, that she knew a sophomore that was excited to take Lang (guess who?). Apparently you asked her, “Are they crazy?” That was slightly unsettling.
You know, I was originally in 12th period Lang. But my schedule didn’t fit so I had to drop and switch classes and that stuck me in 2nd period. I wonder sometimes if I would have been different in 12th period, if you would think of me differently, but I don’t really think so. I pretty much act the way I do in your class in every class, and I always have. I do like the calmness of 2nd period though. It’s possible that I would talk less in 12th period, though I love all the AP Lang kids equally. I never really got the whole divide thing.
Anyway, my God finally it was the first day of school and I was just about overflowing with excitement. Sure, my stomach probably hurt because I was in equal parts stressed and excited (my stomach was messed up for the entire first two weeks of school). Naturally, you came off pretty cold, but you alluded that it was something you had to do. Our first project was the lit terms and (cry) you handed me a little slip of paper that said “zeugma.” Besides the fact that I had never heard of the word (to this day I picture a zebra), the thing that really struck me was the way you looked at me. It was a really intense analytical (oh hey there mascara, nice to see you too) stare, like you were both testing me and trying to read me.
As much as I took part in the whining this year, would you believe me if I told you it was always halfhearted? Jesus Christ I’m telling my one friend now how I’m crying and he’s utterly baffled because summer is basically here. Was it just last week I was praising the onset of summer with my friends? Don’t hate me guys, but if I could push back summer another month, I’d do it in a heartbeat. I loved junior year. Wait no, not loved, I mean I love it, shoot (cry).
ReplyDeleteStill, I mean I got a lot of homeroom stomachaches this year. I remember the word “speech” being mentioned in November and I swear I had a permanent stress day in and day out until that speech was over. I’d like to think that I feel more comfortable with public speaking, but I don’t think that’s a thing. I think I truly just became more comfortable with my (BIG cry) classmates, which just makes it all the more horrible that we’re all leaving each other. We WILL be graduating next year and I will be absolutely blubbering like a baby, as you can imagine. But you won’t always have to imagine it. You’ll be experiencing it and then you’ll be remembering it. Oh dear.
What I got most out of this class was relationships. I understand a lot more about my fellow classmates now (cry) and about myself. What’s so painful about the prospect of next year is that I owe everything to my classmates. They’re all I’ve ever known and they have undeniably made me who I am today. I generally like who I am and I owe such a huge part of that to all of them. You know, since the day before first grade started, I’ve been dreading this. Worse yet, I’ve always known it would be here, so I’ve had literally ten entire years to dread this moment. And it’s worse than I expected, because I liked junior year better than I could have ever imagined. Hell, I’ll even miss the stupid robin that has been attacking my windows nearly every morning since Easter Break.
Even though I’m clearly emotionally unstable and really am on a daily basis anyway, I don’t think I really expected to cry today. All day pretty much went by without me saying goodbye to classrooms as is my usual custom on such final days. I knew I would cry though when I almost cried in lunch, but that was just listening to seniors talking. (Cry) Even then I didn’t think it would be as bad as it was! Man, this is just a truly awful feeling. I don’t know how for a second I thought maybe this would be the first year I didn’t go through this.
I’ve been at a loss of what to say next for a while now. I feel like this is all more pointed at you, Bunj, than the rest of the class. Even though I’ll miss them all, I should be with all of them next year. I can’t even fathom having another English teacher now (cry). The funny part is, I didn’t realize the depths of any of these feelings until today. I don’t know how I feel like I developed such a bond even though I barely spoke during the past school year. I don’t like the thought of writing a personalized thank you message, because that makes me feel like I’m never ever going to see you again, but I feel as though I should.
My tissues are failing me. What is this?!
So, dear Ms. Bunje,
ReplyDeleteAt this point I’m not going to bother saying when I’m crying and when I’m not, because I don’t think I’ll quite stop at this point. If it helps at all, this isn’t the end. And I don’t mean that because I can’t bear the thought of not coming back to visit you next year, which is true. I mean, when I got into my car at 5:30 and started telling my mom about having to say goodbye to you, with like tears in my eyes and everything, my mom cut me off and asked if I had asked you for my recommendation letter yet. Thanks mom. You really know what counts here. I said no because, besides the fact that I completely forgot, I really just hate asking things from people, which was complemented by my not knowing how to ask. But really, I don’t know why she thought that moment was an appropriate one to nag me. You would think she of all people would know when I’m on the verge of crying and have recently cried, seeing as she has both caused and witnessed me crying more than anybody else. Still, when I said no, instilling just the right amount of shock at remembering that I forgot and self hatred, she did the usual, “Amber!” spiel and immediately made me cry more. It was shortly followed by questioning whether or not I asked Matlack, following by another no, except this time with more tears. This was then followed by a lecture on how I have to ask people for things even if I hate asking. Finally she said, “That’s it, you’re going to school on Monday!”
So while this is not me asking you, this is me telling you that I will be finding my way to your class, possibly the twelfth period exam where I may possibly still forget to ask you. I’ll either act like I’m completely not in school or I’ll ditch music comp somehow. I’m debating on whether this extra day is good. Either it means I can somewhat stop crying because it’s not over, or it will just make me have to cry and say goodbye twice.
We shall see.
I regret not talking to you more, I really do. In a way I always felt close to you even though we didn’t talk, so maybe that’s why I never especially felt the need. But judging by the fact that I spent a grand total of four and a half hours in your room today, I didn’t really like the idea of saying goodbye, but I hated the thought of not saying goodbye even more. And since I couldn’t even look over at you for a good thirty seconds… I guess I don’t have to say much about that. I’ve just gotten so much out of Lang. I’ve learned so much about myself and others. I don’t remember ever feeling quite so strongly about a teacher before, not even my favorites. Whenever I think about our goodbye I tear up again. This is getting ridiculous. The Zeugma poster is sitting on my bed in front of me and making it all worse, and I keep flashing back to pulling the last AP Lang poster off of the wall. That’s when it really ended. But, I’ll be there Monday, which I am not looking forward to at all because there is no possible way I can keep myself from crying my eyes out. I’ll be seeing you next year, Bunj.
Instead of just doing a Lang goodbye, I really wanted to say goodbye to junior year in general.
ReplyDeleteSo I’m listening to “The Wind Blows” by The All-American Rejects right now as I write this blog. I know you’re judging me James, but I’m okay with that. So anticipate this post to be sort of sentimental and sappy. But then again, what else did you expect from me? Oh Junior Year. You have probably been the best learning experience for me, as a person and as a student. I can’t believe you’re about to leave me. I still feel like a freshman, but in reality, I’m a senior.
I remember my cousin, who just finished his freshman year in college, giving me one big piece of advice last summer. He said that I would finally figure out who my true friends are during junior year. He said that’s when I would finally put it together and realize who will be there for me when it counts. At first I told him I already knew who my friends were and he just responded with a chuckle before walking away. I thought there was no way my friends would leave me. I already knew who I trusted and who I didn’t. Looking back, he was right. I should probably tell him that. Anyway, I realized this year who my true friends are. The ones I used to rely on quickly cut me out of their life. I was completely forgotten, and those people never did anything to try to fix it. I tried for awhile to fix it, but to no avail. That hurt. It still does sometimes, but I’ve come to terms with it. All of the people I trusted with everything just left me alone. Since then, I’ve found new friends, and I’m so happy I did. It’s a funny thing. The other day I was thinking about who my true friends are, and I didn’t know a majority of them before high school. It’s so weird how things change. However, I’m sort of happy I was stabbed in the back. It taught me a lot of things. For one thing, it taught me not to hang around those people anymore and it forced me to make new friends. And now, I’ve finally found people who understand me. All I was really looking for was acceptance, trust, and someone who genuinely likes who I am, not who they want me to be. I’m so excited I now have that. Next up, I’ve learned a lot about the true meaning of family. I also thought I knew that before this year, but I was totally wrong. My entire family has been through hell this past year, and I’m really not sure if that’s over yet or not. I don’t think it is. But through these terrible events, we’ve become closer than ever. So thanks junior year for everything you’ve done to me. It’s made me stronger than I was before.
Yay! You listened! It's good to know someone was. And the All-American Rejects are pretty okay by my estimation, so I'm not judging you too harshly. And just so you know, my judgement of your musical taste has very little to do with my estimation of you as a person. It would take far more than an obsession with a boy band to shake the high opinion I have of you, you're a kind, helpful and highly intelligent person and that matters a lot more than what kind of music you like.
DeleteOkay, now for Lang memories. I remember getting my schedule on the first day and realizing that I had Lang second period. I’ll be honest, I was so scared walking into that room. I don’t think I breathed in that room until November. I didn’t want to say anything in fear that I would sound like a complete idiot, which I’m sure I came across as anyway. I remember the tension in that room. It was cold, uncomfortable, and so unpleasant. I did everything to avoid being called on. I don’t think I had a single thought that entire first period until I walked out of the room and the tension disappeared. I went home thinking about the tension and wondering why it was that way. Then I immediately ordered a copy of the Strunk & White book and the Bedford Lit Term Dictionary because you said I needed it to do well. I wasn’t going to risk anything by not listening to you. I did use the lit term book a lot this year, but never even opened the other one. I actually forgot I had it. So thinking back, I was really intimidated, not only by the work, but by Bunje too. Sorry, Bunj. I’m glad I’m not as scared of you now.
ReplyDeleteI remember our first project for the lit terms. I had chiasmus. I remember Bunj handing me the slip of paper and thinking, “What the hell is this? I can’t even say this. How do I say this? How do I even say this? No really, how the hell do I say this?” That weekend I was working on the project, and my phone starting ringing and Kendall’s number flashed across the screen. She was frantic on the other line because she couldn’t find a good definition for her word, synecdoche, and didn’t really know what it was. I emailed her the definition from my lit term dictionary. I was so scared I was doing the project wrong and asked like six people to make sure I was doing it right. So I was going for a quilt look so I could create a visual metaphor of the clauses/phrases switching places. I had scrapbook paper and tried making a border for it and gluing it all together. Every single time I tried to do it, it wouldn’t line up right because I had cut it crooked like usual. Now I had no paper left except for four pages and I’m pretty sure they weren’t even. I had been working on it for awhile, and it still wasn’t fitting together. Eventually, I threw a minor temper tantrum and started crying. I was so stressed out and it was only September. I stormed out of my dining room and slumped in one of the chairs in my living room. At the same time, my dad came in the dining room, told me to take a chill pill because I was being a baby, got a razor blade, cut the paper straight, and glued it. Then he walked back into the kitchen. Then I went back into the dining room and wrote the definitions on. I really think he saved me that day. As I had a minor melt down, I kept thinking there was absolutely no way I could make it through this year, especially in Lang. So much was going on in my life outside of school, and my classes were just killing me at the time. I hadn’t gotten the hang of it yet.
I have a few memories of RRLs and TSTDs. Blah. I remember doing the very first RRL before a field hockey game and thinking, “I have absolutely no fucking idea what I’m doing.” It took me so long to do the ten boxes, and I did them all wrong at first. When we got them back, it said “See me” at the top of the paper and my heart completely dropped. But I learned how to do a correct RRL that day, and I actually think I got pretty good at them. Then there was one TSTD that was like 47 or 48 paragraphs long. I remember everyone arguing over the Lang page about how many paragraphs it actually was. Oh man. I sat on my living room couch late on a Saturday night with my headphones in, and listened to Bob Marley all night. I was swaying with the music as I typed and in four hours I had finished it. I would do about ten per hour, but I went a little faster than usual that night, and I remember being so proud of myself that I finally got it done. And it wasn’t even Sunday yet! I’m pretty sure this was during December though, and I was constantly doing work during December.
ReplyDeleteI don’t even think I soaked everything in. I was constantly working and after I printed one assignment, it felt as if I was printing another. The days flew past, and even though the work seemed like it would never end, it actually did. It felt like I was doing a lot in a night, but not a lot of work overall. I don’t know. It’s extraordinary how much work I did get done this year. I’m actually kinda proud of myself for that. I would really like to bid farewell to vocabulary. You were such a pain, but I’m happy I got to know you. I learned so many words. I can’t believe I learned almost 300 new words since September. It doesn’t feel like that, but as I look back on the weeks, I suppose it is. Every Tuesday night, I would lie on the living room floor, as my dad sat in his chair and he would quiz me. He hated doing this, because it would take away from his relaxation, but he never said anything. He would spend a few hours every Tuesday making sure I knew all of the words, synonyms, spelling, etc. It wasn’t like he was forcing me to do it or anything, but he knew that I learned a lot better that way. For the first fourteen lists, he would make me flashcards because he knew that I was so busy that I would probably never do them myself. I told him he could stop because I could just use the lists. Plus I felt bad that he would take time to make me flashcards. He shouldn’t have to waste his time doing that. He would always offer to help me with anything, even if it wasn’t vocab. I usually rejected his help because he doesn’t know anything Lang. But it was really nice to have someone there to support me through it. If I had to stay up late (which was often), he would try to stay up with me, just so I wouldn’t be alone. One night it was really late, and it was very obvious that he was tired and he had to wake up at 6 the next morning for work. I told him to go to bed, but he told me he was fine. I asked him why he was forcing himself to stay awake. And all he said was something along the lines of, “I know you don’t like to be downstairs by yourself this late.” Events similar to this happened a handful of times throughout the year. So thanks, Daddy. It was really sweet of you to help me all year. You’re a pretty cool dude. I’m happy I can call you my dad, and I’m pretty sure I don’t deserve someone as wonderful as you.
Okay, now all of you, my fellow Langers. I just want to say thank you. Thank you for taking this challenge and sticking with it. I know how hard it was, especially with other AP classes, but I’m so proud of you. I’m glad I can say there are such awesome people that I got to stand alongside this year. We did this together. I know this sounds super cheesy and cliché, but it’s the truth. I’ve grown closer to a lot of you this year, and that’s just so amazing to me. I got to really know some of you better than I had ever known you before. I will take this experience with me for the rest of my life. Through the panicking, jokes, conversations, tears, and late nights, I formed this special attachment to you guys in my heart. I’ll never be able to share that bond with anyone else because we underwent this together. Next year, we’re all taking different classes for the first time ever. This makes me really sad. It actually kind of makes me want to cry. We were always in the same classes since middle school and that’s all over next year. There was a clear progression of classes through high school (Rock, Costal, Bunje and Daube, Sera, Cervi ) so far, but what comes next? There is no clear cohort for next year. We’ll never have that opportunity to spend every day together again. But please just know, these past years with you guys have been amazing, and I can’t thank you enough for how much your smiles have enriched my life. Seriously. I know there is still one more year left at Oak, but there’s a good chance I’ll never share a class with some of you ever again. Don’t forget me down the road; I won’t be forgetting you. Five years from now I’ll look back at this blog and remember all of the memories I have with each and every one of you, and wonder what everyone is doing at that point. I’m sure it’ll be something big. Okay now I actually am crying a little. Love you guys.
ReplyDeleteLast, but certainly not least, Bunje! I really didn’t think you liked me. I’m not sure why, I just always thought that. You scared me so much, but not as much anymore. It’s only sometimes, but in a good way. I’m glad I took your class this year. I learned a lot, not only about langy things, but about life in general. It was really insightful. I remember I stayed after with you once and we were chatting about some things, and you gave me this look and asked, “Why are you doing that if you don’t love it? You shouldn’t do things you don’t love.” I couldn’t give you an answer because I honestly didn’t know. I wanted to cry right then because I couldn’t answer and I still don’t think I can. One day though, when I figure it out, I’ll let you know. So thank you x7 for a fantabulous year. (I thought the word “fantabulous” was made up, but according to Word it’s real. Another thing I just learned!) Anyway, you’re really awesome at what you do, so don’t ever stop doing it. I really wish I got closer with you this year. I’m sorry I didn’t.
On a final note, I reread my first blog post before writing this one. So in my first blog post ever, I wrote about how after the second day of school I opened a fortune cookie that said “Your hard work will soon pay off.” I remember the event very specifically. I was sitting in the hospital, staring out the window of the trauma center wishing more than anything that my fortune will come true. Reflecting back on this year, I think it did.
This class was the most time consuming of any class I’ve ever taken. Like most of you, I spent many frustrated hours staying up late to finish the reading logs or TSTD. The vocabulary quizzes, blogs, reading logs, TSTDs, multiple choice tests and AP essays all seemed too much when thrown at me all at once, but I managed to get it all done. The only homework assignment I missed this year was one of the categorizations for a multiple choice quiz, so I did well. I’m also pretty sure I passed the AP exam, which is a satisfying thought. My work ethic has definitely improved from taking this class, which is one of the main reasons why I don’t regret taking it. I think all of this work prepared me for what a college course might entail. I feel ready to take on more AP classes next year, and eventually college classes the years after.
ReplyDeleteMy best memories of the class would have to be when we read our occasional papers. The occasional papers always say something about us, whether it be explicit or not. I like to learn about my peers because I spend a lot of time with them and I’ll probably spend next year with most of them. I like to learn what you guys think about certain issues and your moral values, so that I may compare myself to you and perhaps improve myself. We all help each other achieve greatness in the classroom and outside of the classroom, which is one of the beauties of having class with mature AP students. Another thing I really enjoyed in this class was the talent show. I don’t have any talents for performing, so I settled on telling Demetri Martin jokes. Despite my “talent,” I enjoyed watching everyone else’s talent. I like seeing my peers with skills outside of academics.
I surprised myself with this, but I do have some words of wisdom to share with you all. If you ever miss your bus, fail a test, get rejected, get made fun of, fall down the stairs or flush your dead goldfish down the toilet, just remember life could be a lot worse. Acknowledge the fact that you’re alive, you’re healthy, you don’t live on the street and you have friends and family that care about you. Many people may have it better than you, but many people have it worse than you too.
Like I said in my occasional paper, I couldn’t have asked for better classmates to spend the year with. You guys are all great people and you all have the best personalities. I know we’ll be in some of the same classes next year, so there’s something to look forward to. We have one more time to spend together in room 204, so let’s make it the best we can. For some, the tears will come naturally as we say “see ya later” to our dear teacher Ms. Bunje and to each other. For others, like me, we’ll be too manly to show any sadness but we’ll probably feel something on the inside. So I’ll just end my last blog post here and move on with other things. You’d all better enjoy your summer or I’ll find and kill you (figuratively). Have fun and Godspeed!
Amber - Your post was so sweet. Don't worry about it. I've cried a lot today too. I don't know why. I'm not really that nostalgic over classes ending, but for some reason I was today. When I walked out of physics and turned away from Kelley, I felt like crying. Some of my best friends are graduating this year, and I'm taking it pretty hard I think. I just feel as if everything is over and that just makes me want to cry. I cried a little while reading your paragraph about the stress because of the speech and graduating and all of us. Ah stop. I'm going to start all over again. I've been looking forward to summer since September, and I've had a countdown since February, but now that it's here, I feel sad. We're all going our seperate ways and there is no way to stop it. Okay I really need to stop writing this right now. I'm already a mess. <3
ReplyDeleteConnie - AW! You're very welcome. It was really nothing. Just trying to help my fellow langers out with some reminders and words of encouragement when things seemed rocky. I really liked how you listed a bunch of memories from the class. I remember a lot of them as well, and I'm pretty sure I'll never forget them. I held them tight all year and I don't know if I'll ever let them go. All of us really became close this year, through one common undertaking, and that is something that is truly special. <3
ReplyDeleteI honestly did not think this year would go by so quickly. It’s June 1st and I’m wondering where did the time go? This truly was a tough and stressful year. But that’s not to say it wasn’t rewarding at the same time. I think what we’ve gained from lang and possibly our other classes will help us a great amount in the future. No matter how hard and frustrating Lang was plus our 50 other AP classes, we’re still alive! And I think everyone deserves to pat themselves on the back.
ReplyDeleteThis year I found myself opening up to people that I never thought I would have. But then again, we really had no choice. I enjoyed writing OPs the most in Lang. I liked reflecting back on the crazy situations I’ve gotten myself into. I guess my life isn’t that boring all the time. Through OPs and blogs, I’ve gained a better understanding of myself and my peers. Seriously, AP Lang has become a family. Those late night TSTD and RRL sessions united us. We went through everything together. The sense of unity and willingness to help one another out was outstanding. Also, I cannot believe that there were so many AP Langers that were worst procrastinators than me. But in the end, we got all of our work done. And that was the best feeling in the world.
I never thought I would get to learn so much about my classmates in one year. I really didn’t care about the rift between period 2 and 12. It never existed in my mind. Not going to lie, I didn’t enjoy having lang 2nd period, because I’m usually still dead, but I will say this about period 2 – you guys are some of the most funniest, caring, and intelligent people I have ever met. ALL of you have made me smile and laugh throughout the year. I could not have asked for better classmates. And period 12- you guys are awesome as well. I wish that we could all of had lang together, but that might have been a little too crazy. I look forward to having lit together and more classes together next year!
I love what you said about the willingness to help each other out. If I learned anything from my Junior year, it's the power of collaboration. Everyone in this class has at some point stepped up to help someone else and just about everyone has needed help at some point, and hasn't had to go far to find it. That's what I really admire about everybody in this class and why I really loved this year.
DeleteTo Tom: I agree that tennis made the throes of Lang homework that much more difficult. But we did pull through together. I can’t say the same about my yearbook though. Not many people have signed it. No one who signed it took up half a page or more. But I’m not complaining. I had all my close friends sign it and that’s all that’s important to me.
ReplyDeleteTo Nick T: I also like how some students were brave in writing and reading their occasional papers about touchy subjects. I only did that for my first one, but I decided I didn’t want to write about those things anymore because of the pity that comes after. I also like how you ended with +44 lyrics. Good band.
To Ted: That What High School Is TSTD was the worst! When I mentioned the stress of TSTDs that was the exact one I had on my mind. I wish I could say the same about my confidence as a speaker and writer. I still get nervous when I speak even if I have no real reason to, and I still don’t think I’m as good a writer as anyone in the cohort. I’m just here because I’d rather be the worst writer in Lang than the best writer in a college prep English class. Perhaps I’ll be more confident in the future. We’ll see.
Dan - The occasional papers were probably my favorite part of the class as well. I loved hearing what people had to say. Those papers let me into everyone's life a little bit more than before. It was a true pleasure getting to know everyone. I still think about everyone's papers from the beginning of the year until the last ones. Those essays helped me understand things and I've applied some of the concepts to my own life. Thanks period 2 for some awesome occasional papers! <3
ReplyDeleteTo Amber and Dominique: Look at you guys writing so much. When I saw Amber's post I was like "Damn!", then I saw Dominiques and was like, "Oohh, Dom is giving Amber a run for her money". But in all seriousness, I read both in their entireties and was impressed and warmed by the sincerity of both. Both of you are such wonderful and kind-hearted individuals and it has been a pleasure to be in class with both of you and to listen to what each of you has had to say.
ReplyDeleteNyamekye: I had to respond to your blog. It was calling to me. My serial killer senses are tingling. You get the idea. Work Hannibal into anything and everything possible. I’m glad somebody got through the year okay, because I’m fairly sure I’ve had three mental breakdowns in the past two months, and probably four or five total otherwise. I still don’t know why you don’t like learning about yourself. Maybe you would disagree with the idea that I’ve gotten to know you this year, but I like what I see. I enjoy your personality and how you don’t feel the need to talk all of the time. You should like yourself; other people do.
ReplyDeleteJanel: I think when I read your blog, that was the one I really started crying during (not that I hadn’t been previously crying). It was the last paragraph. I don’t know why it got to me. But I agree, when people say they didn’t learn anything really this year, I try to say that there isn’t really a measurable way to learn in an English class, but I think Lang was really what you made of it. As was one of Bunje’s goals, we got to learn about ourselves this year.
Dominique: Let me start off by saying I completely love how much you wrote. And how sappy it was. It makes me not feel weird for crying the entire time I was writing mine. And what you put on the AP Lang group? I couldn’t agree more. And now I just read your comment in response to mine. Even though I don’t think we’re that much alike, as far as sentimentality goes, we’re exactly alike. Your Dad is so sweet! My mom usually studies with me, because even though she hates it she cares too much about my grades to say no. But I don’t think I mentioned vocab because if I did she would incessantly nag me every Monday and Tuesday night.
Matt: “The ironic aspect of AP Lang is that your best times in the class and your worst times in the class are often one in the same.” So true. All of us bitched about the work, but that made our bond even stronger. All of our experiences this year will be quite helpful in the future. And thanks for mentioning me! And same goes to you! Even though we weren’t in the same lang class, you certainly are a funny guy! Chem was great.
ReplyDeleteBecca: All of those past AP langers scared the crap out of me about this class. But I didn’t even think once about taking honors. Lang certainly was stressful, but we did it! “It’s been one of the most frustrating, overwhelming, yet rewarding and pleasurable experiences of my life.” I feel the same way. And I think that’s the beauty of it. None of us were alone in this experience. We got through it together.
Emily: I wish I could have sat in and listened to these off topic conversations in period 12 every once in a while. Haha. It certainly has been a grand experience and very rewarding.
To Connie, Matt, Garret, Bobby, and Bunje- Thanks for making this year memorable. One of the few classes that I couldn't wait to go for. Figures this counts as...5 comments ;)
ReplyDeleteI remember when I used to be nostalgic…Oh man, those were the times. Anyway, as you can probably tell, I’m not very sentimental about this kind of stuff. Rather than trying my best to repress sobs, like everyone else seems to be doing, my tear ducts are experiencing their seasonal droughts right about now. In my mind, the end of a school year marks the end of stress, the end of drama, the end of homework, and most importantly, the beginning of summer.
ReplyDeleteBut this year has been the best of my life. I’ve learned so much in these past nine months, about life, about friendship, and most importantly, about the difference between synecdoche and metonymy. I learned to stop asking for the things I want, and start reaching out and grabbing them. At this rate, as flawed as I still am at this moment, I know I will grow up to be remarkable, and I can say the same for each of my classmates. We’re the ones who will change the world, or at least a little part of the world. Being an AP Lang student has taught me that the ugliest flaw often gives birth to the most outstanding strength.
As for my brilliant AP Lang classmates, it’s been fun. Well, not all fun. But there was definitely some fun mixed in there. A few of you are my best friends in the world. A few of you used to be my best friends in the world, and are still so close to my heart. And some of you I (regrettably) never really got to know. But ALL of you guys—yes, even you, period 2 :p—are just the most incredible people to have shared junior year with. And who knows what unexpected friendships will form next year? Seriously though, I can’t wait to find out.
Bunje, I’m not very good at expressing my feelings, but you need to know how much I appreciate you. You’ve helped me (or rather, forced me, at times) along my necessary path from shy, weak, submissive junior, to slightly less shy, weak, submissive senior. Ok, I’ll admit it; I haven’t changed much since September—at least not on the outside. But my attitude has transformed in ways that I never could have predicted. You’ve helped me realize that giving up, though easy, is rarely the best choice. Honestly, Bunje, you’ve taught me to be a fighter. Even if the one I’m fighting is myself: my own doubts and fears. The rare thing about a teacher like you is that you care more about opening our eyes to our potential than you do about getting us to like you, and ironically, I find that so likeable. So thank you. Thank you for forcing me to see that I’m so much stronger than I ever knew I was. Thank you for helping me realize that I really do belong in this world. Above all, thank you for being an excellent teacher and an indelible inspiration.
I guess a good way to start would be to describe the emotions I'm having as I write this. First, I've got a good bit of terror, because the end of Lang signals the end of Junior year. The end of Junior year is the beginning of Senior year. I'd be lying if I said I'm not a little relieved to see the end of work related to Lang, but that's sort of an undercurrent to the strongest tide of emotion. I'm really, really sad right now. I didn't expect to be, I expected to get my crying done at the baseball banquet (that didn't happen, mostly because if how fun a group of people our team really is.) But now, with the banquet being over and me trying to quickly write this blog so I can get some sleep before the Blue vs. Gray intersquad game we're playing tomorrow, I'm really, really sad. Maybe it's overlap from the banquet, but I'm really feeling it right now.
ReplyDeleteSo theory time, here's my analytical perspective. Lang has become a part of my life this year, for better or for worse. Whether it's something I love like laughing away in 204 or something like I hat like TSTDs. Or being voted "Most Likely to Become an Oak Teacher" when I DESPISE CHILDREN. All of that, whether I remember it fondly or not (and I good share of it, I do) isn't something that is easy or painless to let go of. But I guess this blog is my chance to do that, so here goes.
My favorite memory has to be the day of the exam, when I came back to period 12 and we were reading Garret's old Yahoo! Answers, and then we watched Youtube videos, including Old Greg. Even though I advised heavily against that, given that I don't find it particularly funny. Whatever, sue me. I just loved this day though because it symbolized the transition into a lighter, funner less-AP Lang, and because we had animal crackers.
Next, I'm sorry to say is a Bunje-less memory, and that's the day that Bunje left sick and there was no substitute to cover for her. So, responsible people that we are, we Period 2ers administered the Vocab quiz to ourselves without a hitch. Kudos to George for keeping us under control in what would have otherwise been a moment of panic.
This isn't really an in class memory, but I loved the sort of fake-competitiveness between the two periods. Our false hatred and Facebook group fights always entertained me. Especially the meme war, which successfully distracted me from doing work for like 4 hours.
Last I guess are all the fun assignments we got to do, things like the declamations and OPs that really let us express ourselves in ways that we had never thought possible before. They all really gave us a new window into the personalities of our classmates, in a way that I think even the most soul-searching blog doesn't really do.
To my fellow Langers, I would tell you some cliche advice like "Never give up!" but after this year, I hardly feel like that's advice you need. Instead, I'll just say goodbye for now and don't forget to write. Or text. Or Facebook. Or just say hi when we see each other next year.
And to Bunje, all I have to say is bye for the summer, let me know when those AP scores come in and I'll see you next year. You may not be my teacher but you're not done with me yet!
Did we really give ourselves a vocab quiz? I honestly don't remember doing that. So either I wasn't here or YOU'RE A LIAR, BECAUSE THERE'S NO WAY I HAVE BAD MEMORY OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT. Anyways, Lang really did feel like an essential part of the junior year experience. Honestly, I would feel incomplete without it, which is scaring me, considering how much I didn't expect it to be this way.
DeleteNo matter what you say about Old Greg, cranberry sauce still goes well with any poultry!
DeleteMimi: I liked your post this week. I saw a lot of myself in the words you wrote, but I guess that's what happens when you go through a journey together like this. I can say that this year has been the best year of my life and you're one of the people that made it that way. So, thank you for that.
ReplyDeleteDominique: I remember when I posted Bob Marley on Facebook and said that it was the perfect artist to do homework to. I'm glad that that had benefited you and Mikey Black when you guys did your TSTDs way back in September through December.
Man, the time really has flown! It seems like it was last week I was walking into lang and the tension was so thick and heavy I could have swam through it. Well, there's nothing we can do, unfortunately, but go into summer and enjoy it to the best of our abilities and kick back until September and we can have a blast being seniors!
Olivia: I know exactly what you mean. I have had the exact same experience with this class. Of course, being me, I still made myself look like an idiot, but whatever. Well, I have to thank you for letting me use your hair when I needed it, especially during Saving Private Ryan and when school stressed me out beyond belief. I don't think you realize what that did for me.
Bunje: Wow. This year has been something special. I'm not sure how you did it, but you broke me. You broke my shell. You broke my psyche. You broke my heart. You broke my ignorance. You broke me. I have to commend you for that.
In the beginning of the year, I hated your class, especially when you asked us questions that made us look at each other like "what is this blasphemy?!" However, the more I got used to your style, the more I realized the benefits of your "torture". Regrettably, I didn't get to know YOU as much as I could have. I only started coming to Period 12 in the past month or so, but that was when I seemed to actually know you, as if I saw another side of you, or maybe I just got more time of you per day.
In any case, I have to say thank you for this class. I have discovered more about myself this year than any other year of my life, which is more amazing than I can describe. I now know how I want to live my life, or at least I know how I want to think about my life, and that has been eye-opening.
Now that Lang is over, I think I will miss you, even your nerve-racking questions that were secretly loaded with discovery.
Well, thank you for a good year and I will probably visit you next year! See ya later Bunj!
Oh god. I can see the whole year before my eyes right now. Lots of work, some more work, and a few bagels. It sounds like I’m living the American Dream, except for the dream parts. But the work did help me in a way. I know I can take a little bit more than I ever thought I could, in terms of school work. And it helped me get my time management issues under control, thank Zeus. And it may even have prepared me a little bit for the work load in college. Who knows.
ReplyDeleteBut, aside from all of the work, there were still some not work things in there, like declamations. I remember just having this great idea for the first one, where I would walk around the room pretending to grab people’s noses. And it turned out to be better than my wildest dreams of declaiming (how many of those have I had?) which really boosted my confidence for the other two. Even though I didn’t come up with any neat ideas for those, they still turned out fine. And I got to dress up for those ones!
And then there were the circles. I know there were a few that were more focused on Lang stuff, but those were boring. I’m thinking of the fun circles, where we talked about the fun stuff, like religion and neatness vs. sloppiness. Talking about Penn Jillette’s This I Believe paper was probably a favorite of mine, and my time in the circle would’ve been too short no matter how much time I spent there.
Speaking of the This I Believe papers, I’m glad I was forced to write that. The same goes for the What -____ can teach us about _____ essay, and the occasional papers because those turned out far better than I expected, and helped me realize I’m a far better writer than I suspected at the beginning of the year. It just took a little coaxing to get me to where I am at this point as a writer, and the general atmosphere of the class probably helped a lot more than I’ll ever come to realize.
But the general atmosphere of the class didn’t just improve me as a writer. I’d like think that I’m an all-around better person now, aside from all the complaining about work. I’ve never been in a class where I felt I could be so open (save for band class) and connect with nearly everybody in the room (something band doesn’t have). And I feel like I’ve seen the same thing happen to most of you, in period 2 at least. I remember staying quiet and reserved at the beginning of the year, which ends up happening every year, but this year, instead of coming out of that shell, I ripped it apart with Herculean strength and then ate it. And I’ve seen a lot of you do it too, if in a more subtle, less manly way.
So I wanted to say thanks to you guys for letting this class become what it is, and Ms. Bunje as well for making it all happen.
Sitting here, listening to Doc Watsons “River Blues”, I realize that the person who came into this school in September is an alien compared to the person that is typing this right now. The reason for this dramatic and rather annoying change is because of the people around me. In essence I started to question who I am and what I do, most, actually all of you have probably never seen me post a blog, either because of my indolence or because for half the year I just sent them in an email. I will post this one just for an old tradition. I came into this class with a very nonchalance attitude. I thought that the danger was hyped and that nothing really bad was going to happen to me. At first nothing did, work was piling up but I knew that was going to happen either way…but then stress came and I liked the stress. Everything was fine for almost the whole entire year until we hit 3rd marking period. Around this time I started to become emotional about stupid stuff, I started to have family problems and I started to care about things that I never really cared about. I began to change how I thought; I began to change, which is completely idiotic because now I see that this change is idiotic. Either way, I experienced so many different things this year that I wish I can take back. In the end I am mostly stating that this year has been a disappointment. I lost many people, many friends. However what is done is done, and I can’t change what has already happened, and now I can’t go back to who I was before.
ReplyDeleteNow to the Lang part, I loved this class; my favorite part is of course the declamations. For some reason I am just really fond of them, I love them. It is just something about declamations that made me have fun or express some inner feeling or desire, or maybe I am just insane, yep I am probably just insane. Now the part I disliked the most were the OP’s and I am not that fond of blogs too. I just don’t like opening up, I am not a very emotional person and I like building walls around myself. I find introspection to be too revealing and I don’t like the things it shows me. However I still think I got a lot out of this course, Mrs. Bunje you are an amazing teacher, by far the teacher that has cared the most about me in all my time here in the U.S.A, which I still have not thanked you personally. You are an amazing person, and just thinking about leaving your class, leaving your company, leaving this school, this district, this state, leaving all my friends behind, leaving everything I know and have become comfortable with has made me cry a little (which in itself is a great accomplishment). I have something to say, my dad recently notified me that he is planning on moving to North Jersey after I graduate. And knowing my family they will follow him like a group of sheep. So there will be a very low chance I will see any of you after I graduate…I can’t write anymore, I really can’t ugh “looking into the future makes one realize that the present has become the past.”
Cole, Tom, Schuyler, Michael G.- I will like to thank all of you, you guys have been there when no one else was and I am forever in your debt. You guys are all amazing friends and I can only hope we can get even closer.
Ms. Bunje- You are an amazing teacher, I think I already stated that. It is not just that, you are an amazing person, I don’t see you like any other teacher, I see you as a close friend that cared for me when I was going through hard times. I see you as a friend I say hi to when passing the hallways, I don’t see your classroom as a room but as home. I know that I am probably not the best student you have ever had, but I hope that you can remember me in (put number of years here) because I will remember this; you, this class and all of our beautiful experiences will forever be in my memories. I love all of you, and I will miss all of you in two years. Live long and prosper.
Last assignment for Lang-ever! Here we go. I’m usually not so great at goodbyes. They make me sad, so I’ll be sticking to the see-ya-later concept. I want to start by saying that I’m really proud of all of us for sticking with Lang through the thick and thin. I can definitely say that it was worth it! I’ve learned better time management and writing skills throughout the year.
ReplyDeleteI guess I’ll start at the beginning; always a good place to start. I took Lang for two reasons. One: because I wanted to see if I could tough it out and make it through and Two: I felt like I should continue on the path I started when I took AP Gov. I also had no interest in suffering through the year in a class with people and lessons that would make me want to tear my hair out.
When I first walked into class I did that whole hesitant awkward pause thing that I always do when I’m trying to scope out a class. I was trying to see if the class would be all that I was expecting it would be (it pretty much was if you were wondering). When Bunje first walked in front of the class and spoke I remember thinking that she looked like a cool teacher, and I liked her outfit. (Bunj-you really do have some awesome clothes and shoes). As September went on I got my first taste of Lang with our crazy calendars and work load. I got the hang of managing time and getting into my Lang mindset. I will admit that at first the class was a bit intimidating, especially after I’d heard all the talk from the graduating seniors.
I think that I was most stressed about the speech and the what __ can teach us about __ because Bunje mentioned how she was expecting such great things from us and I was worried that I wouldn’t measure up to her expectations. I hate disappointing people. But I got through the papers and (hopefully) became both a better writer and a better speaker in the process.
I am glad that I ended up taking the class and stuck with it. And I’ve got some awesome memories to take with me from period 2! I’ve enjoyed getting to know you all through all your essays, OP’s, and other random tangents. It’s been real, and I can’t wait to see you all next year, if not sooner.
*Sigh* you know I had a whole list of things that I wanted to say to all of you before the end of the year, but I kind of like how I ended things with my OP.
I’m going to miss going to my home in 204 everyday for second period, so you should definitely expect to see my face next year! I honestly can’t believe that it’s summer already. It really doesn’t feel like we should be getting out of school in just one short week.
I’ve enjoyed a lot of the reading we’ve done this year, and I’m glad to have been introduced to the greatness that is Chuck Klosterman. I’ve especially enjoyed the discussions that have taken place, and the opinions of certain people (I’m sure you know who you are).
I could probably write a small book to each one of you, but to save time, and embarrassing mushiness, just hit me up with your yearbook if you want to hear it.
It really has been an experience this year, and I can’t believe it’s all already over :’( Love all you guys—it’s been a pleasure to be a part of the Lang family!
To keep up with my trend as started in my OP, here are my parting words to you all: A drunk driver is very dangerous. So is a drunk backseat driver if he’s persuasive.
And also, (This one’s for you Rachel) if you didn’t already know, the worst time to have a heart attack is during a game of charades. ~Demetri Martin
Given that we really shouldn’t end any writing with words of others (see I did learn something!) I’ll say this last thing: Don’t stress over what’s coming—we’re a great group if I do say so myself, and I know that everything is going to work out just fine for all of you. Enjoy your summer and keep in touch!! <3 Ashley
This is a little late, but I love the reference. Made me smile. <3
DeleteIt has been fun, to say the least. “It” being the meaningful class-wide discussions on subjects ranging from religion to food, or the countless hours spent perfecting projects at the last minute, or even the few precious one-on-one conversations with the Bunj, that is. We’ve shared a lot of ourselves with each other – parts of ourselves that we didn’t know existed until we were forced to reveal them – and learned more than any textbook could ever teach us as a result of our prolonged exposure to the magical world of human interaction.
ReplyDeleteMr. Cervi says that every class has a certain kind of chemistry about it. Remove one classmate from a familiar environment, or introduce a foreign element, as it were, and the chemistry of a classroom will be forever changed or destroyed completely. In Ms. Bunje’s class, we have a special sort of conglomerated relationship that couldn’t be found in any of my other classes. We’re competitive, yet well-knit. We’re argumentative, yet peace-seeking at heart. Some of us will go on and on and on about nothing for the sake of having something to say, while some of us just sit quietly and listen. That’s the difference between AP students and other kids: Some people hear what they want to hear, and remain inactive in their interpretation of the world around them. We actually take time to listen, rather than simply hear, and we feed off of each other’s knowledge.
And don’t even get me started on the amount of collaboration that has gone into this year’s workload. If it weren’t for half of the class instinctively posting updates and mentioning assignment details, the other half of us wouldn’t have stood a chance in the battlefield. In any case, even though I will be seeing every single one of you next year, I’ll still always think about the events that occurred in Ms. Bunje’s class, and I will be forever grateful to have been surrounded by this specific bunch of lunatics.
Mike G:
That quote is beautiful, and fits here perfectly. I don't think any of us could ever bear to truly say goodbye to this class, none of us could ever forget what became of us just beyond the door of room 204. Also, I know what you mean about the blogs and the support shown by everyone. I've learned so much about the people I'm surrounded by every day and I'm so thankful for that. Plus, we've all become so close over the course of this school year and honestly, without Lang, half of us wouldn't even acknowledge one another; but now it seems like everyone is just genuinely caring towards everyone else. It's so heartwarming.
Nyamekye: Your note to Bunje made me tear up a little. You're right about this year being the best, though. It's been so rewarding to survive this roller coaster and it truly feels like we've all done it together. We've all made it through together.
Tom: I'm going to miss you so much, bud. But I agree, the stress and tumult this year has inflicted upon us was definitely worth it. It makes me proud to look back and know that I always put forth my best effort even when I wanted so desperately to give up. It's nice to be able to say that we've all survived; but now I'm left wishing that it wasn't all ending...
Amber: I totally feel your pain girl. Thinking about how this is really our last real full summer as high school students...wow. And I know that this time next year I'll be a mess. I hope you know how much I've appreciated our talks this year. Also, you have great hair.
ReplyDeleteDan: I really meant to tell you this before, but I think that the way you told those Demetri Martin jokes were spot on--definitely a great talent! The jokes aren't as funny Of you don't say them right. I completely agree with you about both the time consuming aspect that this year held, and the greatness that was this year's OP's. I don't think i've ever been able to say that i've known a class of people better.
Ted: I've enjoyed hearing your work throughout the year this year--you're a great speaker and make me laugh often. I like that you started this last blog with the mention of your talent--it really was very impressive! Haha. But I also agree with most of what you said. Great last blog!
Truth be told, I don’t know what to say…
ReplyDeleteBy which I mean of course I fell asleep from 6 to 12. I guess hanging out in Bunje’s is stressful even if you’re not doing anything. But I have gym eleventh, so if there’s no classes then maybe I’ll just hang out some more. Who knows. I hate not talking to people face to face, anyway.
But now it’s 1:30, so I’m in my element, supposedly. And I read some other people’s blogs. Then I listened to a couple songs, for what it’s worth. Two of them were sad and one of them wasn’t, really, but I don’t think I’m upsetting anything with that.
I saw you as more human than my other teachers, which made it easier to see your flaws, but in the end I think it increased my respect for you, and I take all your advice as valid, if not practical, and I’ve never taken you for a fool.
This is a fickle and tenuous world we live in, you know, like a dream. It’s easy to make out a lot of things like they don’t matter, but I will miss you, Bunje. You cared, and that was pretty tangible, and I probably should’ve talked to you more. If you think I didn’t like you you’re wrong, so there. I guess I’m just no good with dealing with people.
Junior year has probably been the best year. I’ve become close with people that matter. I’m not going to lie, I’m not looking forward to summer all that much, and not only with the trepidation with which you look towards any change in the status quo, because I feel like there’s still so many things I need to do and summer will act as the great equilibrator and I’ll have to give all that up. Oh well, I guess. You can’t have everything, or even most things, really.
Jeez, I really don’t know what else to say. It's 3 A.M. now. Maybe I’ll add on to this blog later. Maybe I’ll just talk to you Monday. The world is my oyster, even if I hate seafood. You’re a good person, Bunje, and other things. I like you.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cHcunREYzNY
C'est la vie.
Wow, I am so sorry about this. Long story short, Phillies game last night, then I got home wet, cold, and grumpy and went straight to bed knowing that i had the SAT's in the morning. So i totally apologize about the hold up.
ReplyDeleteBut, basically, there hasn't been a class in as long as i remember that i've felt as comfortable around as this one. I feel like i can be me, under any circumstances. It's nice to know that you don't have to hold back on what you want to say or do, and as you all know, i have no problem doing that. I'm not going to be as mushy as some of the others in this cohort, but we really have all truly bonded this year. The best friends become closer, some regular friends became best friends and some acquaintances became real friends. Now sure i could pick out specific times and memories of everybody, but that's sad, and if i can, i'd rather push off all my emotions until May of next year. For us, this isn't the end, sure maybe of a class and an experience, but it's the start of real life. No more mommy help me color in between the lines, this is real stuff here. It's going to get real, and it's going to be fast, but with this great core of people i have here and the amazing teacher i have to always help me in Ms. Bunje, i'm sure i'll get through just fine. So thanks again for this year, it's been great and i'll see some of you this summer, but all of you next year i'm sure. Everyone have a safe two and a half month break! Love you guys.
I wrote about your comfortability in my blog, and how it made everyone else much less comfortable. So I'm glad we can agree on that. Otherwise, comeon dude, I expected you of all people to remember your blog! Just kidding. lol. But I think you wrapped it up nicely in that very short post.
DeleteWell guys, it wouldn't have been a correct ending to the year if I hadn't forgot about the blog one final time. So much in fact that Bunje had to remind me! Two days later! I think my forgetting this blog actually sums up my whole year. I mean, it is about time i finally missed an assignment after a year of procrastination.
ReplyDeleteNo, but seriously, I want to thank you all, and Miss. Bunje for the best class I've had in a while. I can honestly say, if I were given the opportunity to sit through lang with all the work and everything, I would take it. I loved that class, and Bunje just shot up on my list to one of my favorite (if not my all time favorite) teachers of all time. Between the competitions, and the blogs, and the papers, and the notifications on facebook, and the staying up together, I look back and realized that I loved every second of it. For as much as I hated it at the time, it's all worth the 4 or 5 on the AP test that I'm sure each and every one of us got.
But passed Bunje, I want to thank all of my classmates, especially those in period 12 (the better period). There were people in that class that I felt I got closer to, just because of spending time together in lang. I mean, I knew these people before the class obviously, but this class opened a new door of friendship. I think I'll use Connie as an example. Well, I don't think I will, I'm going to. Obviously, I've known Connie for years, and she's known me. We've been swimming together for three years now, we grew up going to the same schools and hanging out with the same people. The only thing is, I never felt like me and Connie were truly friends until this year. DId struggling through calc together help a little towards that? Sure it did. But I think I can honestly say that Lang brought me and Connie closer together. I don't know what it was about the class, but now I'm happy to call Connie a great friend. And that goes for everyone in my period 12 that I didn't really know before this year.
Now I'm really looking back. Remember the first day? You thought it was going to be a terrible year, and you were probably more scared of lang than anything ever before? Then you made your star, and you thought to yourself "what is this 3rd grade?" Then the projects, they had to be colorful and artsy, and brighten up the room. I'm sure everyone was thinking Bunje was nuts in making us do such simple projects. But then, you slowly realized that 204 was the most welcoming room in all of Oakcrest.
Then, reading logs. Everyone heard stories about the dreaded things, but no one actually thought they were real! But they came, and they came quickly. All the sudden, that 3rd grade work sounded great! And just when you thought it couldn't get worse, everyone got STDs! Oops sorry, TSTDs. I think TSTDs are worse actually. What was it, 50 paragraphs? I can remember sitting in gym (back when I actually went before I spent all of my 11th periods harassing poor Bunj) and cursing the work.
Then, just when you thought everything was over and it was all ok, Garret got comfortable, and became very, VERY inappropriate. I'm not sure what made him think that half the things he even thought about saying was close to acceptable, but he didn't care either way. Boy, did we have some laughs then. Remember when we sat in class talking about that word that Garret, Nick and I didn't know the meaning of, and everyone made fun of us? Remember when Garret spent the entire class period talking about how he killed cats? Remember friday when he told Bunje "hey, at least it's not my special sauce". Yeah, that happened, period 2.
ReplyDeleteSo basically what I'm getting at is, this class was my favorite class ever, in my 12 years of schooling. For as much work and as much heart as it took to get through, it was all worth it, because I realized that I love everyone in that class, and I love Bunje. There wasn't a day when I wasn't looking forward to 12th period. Freshman year, I wouldn't have ever thought to skip gym, but soon I was doing it every day to hang out with my favorite teacher. So, I just want to say thank you. Thank you period 12 for the memories and the laughs. Thank you period 2 for being worse than us so we can rub it in your faces. Thank you period 2 for being good sports. Thank you 204 for being such a great room. And most of all, thank you Bunje for giving me not only the best class in 12 years, but the best overall year. I love all of you, and if I don't see you this summer, I'll be happy to see all of you next year.
Here I thought that I was done crying. :( I’m not going to lie; I really did not want to write this blog because I was getting so sad. Okay well this year was a great year and it was because of you guys. By you guys I only mean per 12…just kidding I love all of you. It was a year full of stress, of fun and of success. We all shared many great unforgettable moments together. That period was the most interesting 45 minutes of my day. Even though we will still be together next year, it will not be the same.
ReplyDeleteThis year was our last year as just kids in high school. This is the beginning of the end. Next year we are basically going to be adults. We are going to start applying to colleges and start our exciting lives. Then we will leave the good old Oak and go our separate ways. But let’s not think about that yet; let’s talk about all of the good things that happened this year.
Even though all of the Lang stress, we all managed to have a good time together. We all laughed and made many fun memories throughout this year. We laughed about really weird things that Garret would say and fought with everything Nick would say. But not only that, we all opened up in this class and talked about personal things. We talked about our hopes and dreams and were asked to think about our lives. Sure I may have been silent throughout those conversations, but it was nice hearing what you guys had to say. And even though I didn’t talk, I still did think about all of the things that we were asked to. This class made me rethink my life and I really appreciated that about it.
What I really liked about this class was the homey feeling that it provided me with. No it wasn’t just a feeling, it is home. That room gave me a sense of safety and comfort, that is what I loved the most about it. I love how the door of room 204 was always open for us whenever we needed something. Anything. It was the first place where I actually felt that someone was there for me. Personally, this year was the best year of my high school career. When I look back at high school, room 204 is what I will remember. Thanks for the best year, guys!
Bobby: Lol I think you and I just posted our blogs up at the same time. Your blog made me think about so many funny things that have happened in our class. It’s kind of sad to think that after tomorrow, we aren’t going to be a part of Bunje’s period 12 anymore. :(
ReplyDeleteMatt: If I had to pick my classes over again, I would pick this class again. I wouldn’t change it for the world. I too love the fact that we all grew together. It’s so sad, I love period 12.
Amanda: I can’t believe we all made it, either! It’s crazy to think about how much work we did throughout this year, but we did it! Even though we argued with period 2 sometimes, we still all love each other. I think it would have been great if both periods were meshed together too!