Last Day of School
Today was my last. I counted down the minutes, waiting for all the high school bull shit to be over.
Obremski gave me my old journal entries back all nicely binded together from Kinkos. She also bought me a nice journal and a glass unicorn (based on a journal I wrote about how all of mine broke, sort of a metaphor in my life). She wrote down her e-mail, school and home humber to keep her updated on everything. I'll at least e-mail her.
Hess gave me a bookk that reminded her of me, "In the Company of a Courtesan". She said I could return it or keep it. If I decide to keep it, I told her I'd give her a book, like a trade. )I did that with Nancy Foster when I left I.S.).
Passed by Baker in the morning. He told me to stop smoking. I told him that I graduate in a couple of hours so he can count himself one less smoker now. He laughed.
I didn't expect fireworks or anything afterward, not like how little kids do on their birthdays. I was kind of hoping for maybe metaphorical fireworks but all is good.
So my dad after school. He said that I'm officially graduated. I told him I'm officially an unemployed adult. Great transition.
I am very happy though. New pressures, but now their my pressures. It's my life. It always has been but now it's more official. I have no health insurance, a shit load of medical bills, no job, tax forms to fill out and I'm actually quite....the best word for it is content. I'm pleased. Not jumping up and down or anything just...relieved. It's nice to move on.
Obremski gave me my old journal entries back all nicely binded together from Kinkos. She also bought me a nice journal and a glass unicorn (based on a journal I wrote about how all of mine broke, sort of a metaphor in my life). She wrote down her e-mail, school and home humber to keep her updated on everything. I'll at least e-mail her.
Hess gave me a bookk that reminded her of me, "In the Company of a Courtesan". She said I could return it or keep it. If I decide to keep it, I told her I'd give her a book, like a trade. )I did that with Nancy Foster when I left I.S.).
Passed by Baker in the morning. He told me to stop smoking. I told him that I graduate in a couple of hours so he can count himself one less smoker now. He laughed.
I didn't expect fireworks or anything afterward, not like how little kids do on their birthdays. I was kind of hoping for maybe metaphorical fireworks but all is good.
So my dad after school. He said that I'm officially graduated. I told him I'm officially an unemployed adult. Great transition.
I am very happy though. New pressures, but now their my pressures. It's my life. It always has been but now it's more official. I have no health insurance, a shit load of medical bills, no job, tax forms to fill out and I'm actually quite....the best word for it is content. I'm pleased. Not jumping up and down or anything just...relieved. It's nice to move on.