Graduation and Vacation
GRADUATION
The week leading up to Graduation-
Exhausting! Not only was I still in pain from my dental surgeries, the medicine I was taking was beginning to make me sick (I have never taken as much prescribed medicine in my entire life as I did in that one week.) I had graduation rehearsal, which was a migraine in itself. I had to make up all of exams week, which wouldn't have been so bad if I would've had to simply make up exams. But, no, I had to do an entire week of hardcore sucking up to make sure my teachers were going to let me keep my A's and B's despite missing 60 days (with 1/2 days included). I hate sucking up, but it worked. I finished all A's (ECON, AP BIO, HON LIT, ADV THEATRE, and CIT) and two B's (ADV. FASHION and ADV. SPEECH.) What the fuck? Then there was the reception planning. Ugh! Who has to plan their own grad party!? I also had to run around saying goodbye's and wrapping shit up. (That's an entirely different entry.) Last, but not least, was my semi-economic downfall. Though I have managed to save $1,200 since March, I decided early on that that money was to remain untouched NO MATTER WHAT until pre-college shopping/college. Thus, when all my medical and graduation expenses started to pile up (a grand total of approx. $900.00 not including the wisdom teeth surgery or braces) my finances went mildly to hell. I am now about $200.00 in debt. I need to find that money by June 8th or I will officially begin credit card payments. :( I'm sure I'll figure it out- I've gotten quite good at making something out of nothing.
Graduation-
Phenomenal feeling! Granted I almost fell asleep twice at the ceremony, and was so woozy when I stood up to sing the alma martar that I actually fell back into my seat, the feeling of such finality was so overwhelming I skipped like a little girl from the stage all the way to the point where we received our diplomas. When the diploma was in hand, I turned towards three administrators, my homeroom teacher, and a counselor and said, "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, you're cool, fuck you. I'm out (directed in the order stated above)."
Nearly the way I had wanted to finish. I wanted to bypass the shaking of hands, grab my diploma, yell "Fuck you!" and run off stage. Two problems- (1) My grandparents from Texas were in the audience (2) They would have suspended my diploma indefinitely. Yeah...
The reception-
Awkward at the beginning, just how I would've wanted it toward the end. My family was wasted. Randy was an asshole. Max was awkward. Joel tried really hard- it was nice. My stepmom was nicer- but still mildly a bitch. My brother was nice. My friends were hilarious. I drank a bottle of champagne, and had half of a very large bottle of very nice white wine. But, towards the middle of the party I got overwhelmed and was feeling really unsure of myself, my relations, and my situations, but received a lovely couple of calls from a lovely person throughout the night that made the entire night and the prospect of future interactions much better. It was exactly what I had needed in that moment. (More on the party later with a "goodbyes" entry.)
VACATION
The day after my reception, I woke up with a sinus infection. Me and my family went to the Zoo, because, "The aquarium had too long of a wait," then spent eight hours finishing up last minute errands. On Sunday I woke up at 6:30 a.m. to finish packing, and then spent 13 hours in a car to Texas in absolute pain. I slept 12 hours last night (more than I had slept within the entirety of the previous week) and woke up to learn that I had to go to the funeral of a great aunts brother. Funerals normally have no effect on me (other than the nervous, highly inappropriate laughter), but this one was different. For a while now I have spoken of the traditions executed at funerals (lovely speeches, flowers, gathering of family, exchange of memories and love for a person, etc.) with disdain. But today I saw it displayed bluntly. ("All that icing and all that cake, can't make it to your wedding, but I'm sure I'll be at your wake."- Modest Mouse) By the time it's reached the funeral, it's too late. Why do people wait to appreciate, love, care fore, bring flowers to, gather, and rejoice someone until they're dead. TOO LATE. HELLO! HE CAN'T HEAR YOU! HE'S DEAD! What people do after a loved ones death is for selfish purposes. I know it sounds harsh, but it seriously disgusts me.
In any case, I'm in Texas now (I realized that when I saw more mobile homes than houses, four wheelers on the road, hitch hikers, numerous inbred persons, bumperstickers supporting the war, Bush, and the NRA, and when it took me only a short total of 24 hours to get my accent back.) "Toto, we are not in Kansas anymore."
This should be interesting...
The week leading up to Graduation-
Exhausting! Not only was I still in pain from my dental surgeries, the medicine I was taking was beginning to make me sick (I have never taken as much prescribed medicine in my entire life as I did in that one week.) I had graduation rehearsal, which was a migraine in itself. I had to make up all of exams week, which wouldn't have been so bad if I would've had to simply make up exams. But, no, I had to do an entire week of hardcore sucking up to make sure my teachers were going to let me keep my A's and B's despite missing 60 days (with 1/2 days included). I hate sucking up, but it worked. I finished all A's (ECON, AP BIO, HON LIT, ADV THEATRE, and CIT) and two B's (ADV. FASHION and ADV. SPEECH.) What the fuck? Then there was the reception planning. Ugh! Who has to plan their own grad party!? I also had to run around saying goodbye's and wrapping shit up. (That's an entirely different entry.) Last, but not least, was my semi-economic downfall. Though I have managed to save $1,200 since March, I decided early on that that money was to remain untouched NO MATTER WHAT until pre-college shopping/college. Thus, when all my medical and graduation expenses started to pile up (a grand total of approx. $900.00 not including the wisdom teeth surgery or braces) my finances went mildly to hell. I am now about $200.00 in debt. I need to find that money by June 8th or I will officially begin credit card payments. :( I'm sure I'll figure it out- I've gotten quite good at making something out of nothing.
Graduation-
Phenomenal feeling! Granted I almost fell asleep twice at the ceremony, and was so woozy when I stood up to sing the alma martar that I actually fell back into my seat, the feeling of such finality was so overwhelming I skipped like a little girl from the stage all the way to the point where we received our diplomas. When the diploma was in hand, I turned towards three administrators, my homeroom teacher, and a counselor and said, "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, you're cool, fuck you. I'm out (directed in the order stated above)."
Nearly the way I had wanted to finish. I wanted to bypass the shaking of hands, grab my diploma, yell "Fuck you!" and run off stage. Two problems- (1) My grandparents from Texas were in the audience (2) They would have suspended my diploma indefinitely. Yeah...
The reception-
Awkward at the beginning, just how I would've wanted it toward the end. My family was wasted. Randy was an asshole. Max was awkward. Joel tried really hard- it was nice. My stepmom was nicer- but still mildly a bitch. My brother was nice. My friends were hilarious. I drank a bottle of champagne, and had half of a very large bottle of very nice white wine. But, towards the middle of the party I got overwhelmed and was feeling really unsure of myself, my relations, and my situations, but received a lovely couple of calls from a lovely person throughout the night that made the entire night and the prospect of future interactions much better. It was exactly what I had needed in that moment. (More on the party later with a "goodbyes" entry.)
VACATION
The day after my reception, I woke up with a sinus infection. Me and my family went to the Zoo, because, "The aquarium had too long of a wait," then spent eight hours finishing up last minute errands. On Sunday I woke up at 6:30 a.m. to finish packing, and then spent 13 hours in a car to Texas in absolute pain. I slept 12 hours last night (more than I had slept within the entirety of the previous week) and woke up to learn that I had to go to the funeral of a great aunts brother. Funerals normally have no effect on me (other than the nervous, highly inappropriate laughter), but this one was different. For a while now I have spoken of the traditions executed at funerals (lovely speeches, flowers, gathering of family, exchange of memories and love for a person, etc.) with disdain. But today I saw it displayed bluntly. ("All that icing and all that cake, can't make it to your wedding, but I'm sure I'll be at your wake."- Modest Mouse) By the time it's reached the funeral, it's too late. Why do people wait to appreciate, love, care fore, bring flowers to, gather, and rejoice someone until they're dead. TOO LATE. HELLO! HE CAN'T HEAR YOU! HE'S DEAD! What people do after a loved ones death is for selfish purposes. I know it sounds harsh, but it seriously disgusts me.
In any case, I'm in Texas now (I realized that when I saw more mobile homes than houses, four wheelers on the road, hitch hikers, numerous inbred persons, bumperstickers supporting the war, Bush, and the NRA, and when it took me only a short total of 24 hours to get my accent back.) "Toto, we are not in Kansas anymore."
This should be interesting...