Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Klean Kanteen Stainless Steel Water Bottles


Today is the last day to order Stainless Steel water bottles for your family or friends.

11 comments:

Anonymous said...

this is the only way to comment to Chaffey Burke,so..when will mr. Macritchie or whoever posts the pictures onto the website post new pictures! The Events section has bean the exact same for months!And yeah THIS IS A COMPLAINT!

Anonymous said...

Just.. wow.
the music filled the room, and I felt my stomach clench together. I leaned forward, and I eyed Deanna, she was already gazing at me, her eyes red with misery, tears streaming down. my eyes shifted to Firoze's. Her eyes- just the same. Tears started to fill- I wiped it quickly, ashamed of the misery I was about to show.
I know we held our sorrows back throughout the traditional slideshow.
We held our emotions back throughout the whole ceremony.

It wasnt until backstage that I let agony flow down my cheeks. I hugged Dee tightly, and I took my dress and let the teardrops soak up in the black cotton. I stepped onto the stage, and I descended down the stairs, and I thanked the little boy who handed me the red and white flower. I hurried down the hall, my hand to my face, my face burning with horror.
Oh my god, its over..
I felt the tears screaming to be released. I let it win. In the hall, I found everyone hugging- especially Deanna. The photographer, snapping pictures of Dee and CJ. I walked down covering my eyes, whimpering silently.
"You too??" I heard CJ ask in a panicked tone.
I embraced her, weeping on her shoulder. And there in that narrow hall I hugged many other girls and guys... wailing in their arms. Some assuring me that highschool'd be the same. We'd see each other. Others- overwhelmed by the same fear and anguish.
Around me, people's eyes clasped together, drops of water seeping out of their eyelids, their voices all in my ears, arms clung around me.
I hugged my guy friends. Telling them how thankful I was for them to be by my side for all these years, I felt their wet sleeves. Other girls had moaned against them.
Guys around me displayed agony, in the arms around one another.
The emotion around me continued to surface.
I did not stop crying.

The flower clutched in my hand- I stumbled to my final division. My friends- who were bouncing and laughing an hour before- were huddled up- collapsed on the floor, their faces buried in their hands, the captured breaths from moaning, their cheeks stained with water. Eyes tinted in a deep red. I sat- still wailing. Longing for it all to stop.
I dont believe I've cried that much in my life.

Anonymous said...

HEY!!! THEY DELETED OUR COMMENTS!!!!

Anonymous said...

I would like to understand why the anonymous post stated that "they", (meaning whoever runs this web blog) deleted his/her comments. Shouldn't all opinions and thoughts be valued?

Anonymous said...

I believe the posts that were deleted were chats between a few people and not comments about the website or the Klean Kanteen posting.

Anonymous said...

Actually, those "chats" as you put them were between my friends and I. Those posts were important to us, they reminded us of the good times, friends, and memories we've had at Chaffey.Now that you have deleted those posts, our memories of our favorite elementary school will fade faster.We needed those posts to hold on to our friends tighter. We won't see most of them at our new schools, but we could always look back at this website to remind us of the good times that we've had at chaffey. Nonetheless, you've deleted our posts, but more importantly our precious memories.

(If you can, PLEASE give us back our comments. If you can't, please discontinue to crush fragments of our hearts.)

Anonymous said...

wow... it's been days and you guys still aren't confident of yourselves enough to answer the last comment

Anonymous said...

...
wow. they really DID delete our comments.
-shrug- oh well. that's what facebook is for? x)

Anonymous said...

by the way- thank you for not deleting my friend's story (re: Just.. wow.)
=) it means a lot

Anonymous said...

FACEBOOK!!!!

Anonymous said...

high school actually IS different. But in a good way, i guess. I do miss my old friends though... On the other hand, I made many new friends and regained old ones, for that, I am grateful