Last Day of High School. Ever.
So, I guess this is the sort of thing I should talk about, huh? So that 50 years from now when my grandkids have livejournal (wow, that would be SO COOL), they can read what my last day was like, and what I thought of high school, and things. Or at least I should reflect on it, for myself.
Where to begin? I really, really love that my last day of high school was spent in music and drama. 2 hour music final (scary minor scales- that's literally what they're called, it's minor melodic scales, arpeggios, and intervals played in 16th notes at about 80 beats per minute, desirably). Mine went fine, I probably got a 18/20 or so, which was fine considering I left my oboe at school by accident so I didn't have a chance to practice. Wylie's final was HILARIOUS. I imagine he may have been high, or something, but basically- it was his turn to play the scales, and instead of playing the scales he just...started plucking random notes. At about the right speed, but it was completely random and he just did it while having a stare down with Mr. Schick for about three minutes.
When it was done, Wylie explained that he doesn't care what grade he gets, he just really wanted to do that. Mr. Schick said that was fine, but could he play the actual scale now? Except Wylie couldn't really do it, like he sorta kinda tried to, but he really must have been high. He triumphantly finished, everyone laughed and applauded, and Mr. Schick just looked at him and at the rest of us and said, "I don't even know what to do with that."
Drama was fun. Very chill. I realized how much I love that entire class and I wrote down everyone's names in the drama page of the yearbook, so I could remember all of them.
I don't know, then there was the grassy knoll fiesta, which was rudely called to a stop by the security guards (You know, I don't hate a lot of people, but I hate them.) So we all went to Rachel's. And afterwards Sam and I ended up at Mel's house. Which was lovely. I like all those people.
I haven't said anything profound yet. Sorry to all you people still reading. I'll try to be more interesting! Exclamation points may help that along! Yay!
So, graduation.
It means suddenly nothing is set in stone. Like, I'm sorta kinda almost definitely going to CSUN, hopefully (good lord) but I can't really do anything about that until AP scores come in about three weeks.
I have a lot of faith that I'll keep in touch with the people who I already regularly go out with outside of school, anyway. And I'm used to making new friends...I haven't had to do it as much lately, but I used to change friends at the beginning of every school year. I think I'm going to meet a lot of really amazing people. It's hard to imagine anyone more amazing than my current friends...but then, I've said that about all my groups of friends in the past, and I always end up liking my newest group more. Life's funny like that. You don't want to move on, but you have to and one day you wake up and realize that you like your new life better than the old one.
I ordered Rosie's for my graduation party Saturday. Did you (the whole of the people reading my livejournal) know that food for 40 people from Rosie's is nearly FOUR HUNDRED dollars???? My jaw dropped. But apparently that's totally normal. My mom thought it was really cheap and she said Dad expected it to be about a thousand. WHAT??? With that four hundred dollars I could buy a plane ticket to like, New York. Or an iPod. It's insane. But they want it, so that's fine. That is one screwed up value system. Lunch for 40, music for 1 person's listening needs for about two years, or a plane ticket across the country- all the same price. Why are all you people walking around with iPods? If you and your friend both have iPods, you could have used that money and spent the weekend in San Francisco. Anyway.
So yeah. Graduation tomorrow. The whole cap thing. And Grad Night at Disneyland, with my marvellous date Ali. Wow.
Carpe diem, everyone:)
Where to begin? I really, really love that my last day of high school was spent in music and drama. 2 hour music final (scary minor scales- that's literally what they're called, it's minor melodic scales, arpeggios, and intervals played in 16th notes at about 80 beats per minute, desirably). Mine went fine, I probably got a 18/20 or so, which was fine considering I left my oboe at school by accident so I didn't have a chance to practice. Wylie's final was HILARIOUS. I imagine he may have been high, or something, but basically- it was his turn to play the scales, and instead of playing the scales he just...started plucking random notes. At about the right speed, but it was completely random and he just did it while having a stare down with Mr. Schick for about three minutes.
When it was done, Wylie explained that he doesn't care what grade he gets, he just really wanted to do that. Mr. Schick said that was fine, but could he play the actual scale now? Except Wylie couldn't really do it, like he sorta kinda tried to, but he really must have been high. He triumphantly finished, everyone laughed and applauded, and Mr. Schick just looked at him and at the rest of us and said, "I don't even know what to do with that."
Drama was fun. Very chill. I realized how much I love that entire class and I wrote down everyone's names in the drama page of the yearbook, so I could remember all of them.
I don't know, then there was the grassy knoll fiesta, which was rudely called to a stop by the security guards (You know, I don't hate a lot of people, but I hate them.) So we all went to Rachel's. And afterwards Sam and I ended up at Mel's house. Which was lovely. I like all those people.
I haven't said anything profound yet. Sorry to all you people still reading. I'll try to be more interesting! Exclamation points may help that along! Yay!
So, graduation.
It means suddenly nothing is set in stone. Like, I'm sorta kinda almost definitely going to CSUN, hopefully (good lord) but I can't really do anything about that until AP scores come in about three weeks.
I have a lot of faith that I'll keep in touch with the people who I already regularly go out with outside of school, anyway. And I'm used to making new friends...I haven't had to do it as much lately, but I used to change friends at the beginning of every school year. I think I'm going to meet a lot of really amazing people. It's hard to imagine anyone more amazing than my current friends...but then, I've said that about all my groups of friends in the past, and I always end up liking my newest group more. Life's funny like that. You don't want to move on, but you have to and one day you wake up and realize that you like your new life better than the old one.
I ordered Rosie's for my graduation party Saturday. Did you (the whole of the people reading my livejournal) know that food for 40 people from Rosie's is nearly FOUR HUNDRED dollars???? My jaw dropped. But apparently that's totally normal. My mom thought it was really cheap and she said Dad expected it to be about a thousand. WHAT??? With that four hundred dollars I could buy a plane ticket to like, New York. Or an iPod. It's insane. But they want it, so that's fine. That is one screwed up value system. Lunch for 40, music for 1 person's listening needs for about two years, or a plane ticket across the country- all the same price. Why are all you people walking around with iPods? If you and your friend both have iPods, you could have used that money and spent the weekend in San Francisco. Anyway.
So yeah. Graduation tomorrow. The whole cap thing. And Grad Night at Disneyland, with my marvellous date Ali. Wow.
Carpe diem, everyone:)