Well, that's it
Well, that was the last day of high school. For me. EVER. It feels incredibly weird.
It was an excellent day though - I'm in the Advanced program (I can't remember if I've mentioned that and I'm too lazy to check) so I've been with the same group of kids for all history and English classes and even some science and math classes for the past four years. We're like a giant group of siblings (who sometimes date one another): we fight and make fun of and are super competitive with each other, but all out of love. To celebrate our four years and the fact that we are the Advancees who survived everything from MIRP, War Paper, and INQ20 together to graduate as Advancees, we decided we would go to Grainfields for brakfast this morning and planned it with Mrs C, our history teacher, and Mrs B, our English teacher. I did my choral final this morning at 8:10am (Mr K, the choral teacher, is retiring, so Ehren and I surprised him with a speech and roses at our final choral concert and made him cry by singing 'For Good' from Wicked for him) and then Josh gave me a ride from the school to Grainfields at about 9:00 (history starts at 8:50, and we have English right after, so we got two hours between the two classes to just chill) and I sat with Katia, Meritt, Ehren, and Christina. I had a chocolate milkshake in a glass that Ehren thought looked like a uterus, so I shaped the whipped cream on top to look like a vagina. We do things like this because we are about as mature as some twelve year old boys.
Ehren, Chris, and I had some time to kill before the next class (which was a spare for me, band for them), so we went to a second hand book store and read some sex scenes aloud from Nora Roberts books. I went to band with them because I was, until this year, a band student and only left because of scheduling issues. I love band and Mr P, the band teacher who is leaving for a new school this year, so I wanted to be at the last class with everyone. They had a talent show and it was a lot of fun - Cooper did a frickin' amazing solo on the snare. I'll put up a link as soon as I get the video Chris took from her. After that was our last Joss Whedon Appreciation Society (JWAS) meeting, and we had a musical sing-along to Once More with Feeling! and Dr. Horrible. Everyone was super enthusiastic and it was awesome. Nolan showed up, and hung out with Josh, Evan, Jeanine, Anna, and I in our follwing spare. Then he accompanied me to the final pep rally.
Once that was done, Anna and Tracy were both crying (Anna's fault) and it suddenly hit me that it was all done and I almost cried too. Jessica and I saw Kaeton, who is in gr 11, so we ran to cut him off and glomp him, and he gave us a big hug. Jessica then wanted to find and glomp Ms J (our favourite teacher ever, she's amazing, who is also leaving my school - WMCI - next year) but I was like "I'm waaaay too scared to glomp Ms. J!" and Jessica's like "I'm not!" She's a brave human being. We couldn't find Ms J, though. She's sneaky like that.
Now I jus feel weird. There's still finals to do, but high school - class - is done. I don't think it has sunk in yet. Weeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiirrrd............
Sydney Crosby just won the Stanley Cup. Good for him. Oh, and the Peguins. Wow. They're now taking turns with the Cup, and they all scream on the same pitch. It's really quite amazing. It's quite high too. Except Jordan Staal. He just gave a manly scream. Oop, back to the high screams now.
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So, this is from San Fran. Meritt and I, who are both fairly, erm, developed in the chest, were talking about the difficulties of buying shirts and finding a grad dress at our size. I complained a little about being a freak (jokingly). Meritt responded with what apparently her mother tells her:
Meritt: "Oh, no, you're not a freak. You are just gifted in estrogen!"
That's right. Estrogen is a talent.
Well, that's enough to talk about today. I have more to say, I'm sure, but I've rambled enough now. All I can say is that I had a uniquely amazing high school experience. I have made beautiful, open minded, smart, and witty friends who mean the world to me and who I am positive I will remain friends with for the rest of my life. I was blessed with a very open minded school with many oppurtunities and I am eternally greatful that I did not experience the hellish high school you hear about all the time. I am very lucky, and very sad that it is all done. But I'm also ready to move on.
It was an excellent day though - I'm in the Advanced program (I can't remember if I've mentioned that and I'm too lazy to check) so I've been with the same group of kids for all history and English classes and even some science and math classes for the past four years. We're like a giant group of siblings (who sometimes date one another): we fight and make fun of and are super competitive with each other, but all out of love. To celebrate our four years and the fact that we are the Advancees who survived everything from MIRP, War Paper, and INQ20 together to graduate as Advancees, we decided we would go to Grainfields for brakfast this morning and planned it with Mrs C, our history teacher, and Mrs B, our English teacher. I did my choral final this morning at 8:10am (Mr K, the choral teacher, is retiring, so Ehren and I surprised him with a speech and roses at our final choral concert and made him cry by singing 'For Good' from Wicked for him) and then Josh gave me a ride from the school to Grainfields at about 9:00 (history starts at 8:50, and we have English right after, so we got two hours between the two classes to just chill) and I sat with Katia, Meritt, Ehren, and Christina. I had a chocolate milkshake in a glass that Ehren thought looked like a uterus, so I shaped the whipped cream on top to look like a vagina. We do things like this because we are about as mature as some twelve year old boys.
Ehren, Chris, and I had some time to kill before the next class (which was a spare for me, band for them), so we went to a second hand book store and read some sex scenes aloud from Nora Roberts books. I went to band with them because I was, until this year, a band student and only left because of scheduling issues. I love band and Mr P, the band teacher who is leaving for a new school this year, so I wanted to be at the last class with everyone. They had a talent show and it was a lot of fun - Cooper did a frickin' amazing solo on the snare. I'll put up a link as soon as I get the video Chris took from her. After that was our last Joss Whedon Appreciation Society (JWAS) meeting, and we had a musical sing-along to Once More with Feeling! and Dr. Horrible. Everyone was super enthusiastic and it was awesome. Nolan showed up, and hung out with Josh, Evan, Jeanine, Anna, and I in our follwing spare. Then he accompanied me to the final pep rally.
Once that was done, Anna and Tracy were both crying (Anna's fault) and it suddenly hit me that it was all done and I almost cried too. Jessica and I saw Kaeton, who is in gr 11, so we ran to cut him off and glomp him, and he gave us a big hug. Jessica then wanted to find and glomp Ms J (our favourite teacher ever, she's amazing, who is also leaving my school - WMCI - next year) but I was like "I'm waaaay too scared to glomp Ms. J!" and Jessica's like "I'm not!" She's a brave human being. We couldn't find Ms J, though. She's sneaky like that.
Now I jus feel weird. There's still finals to do, but high school - class - is done. I don't think it has sunk in yet. Weeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiirrrd............
Sydney Crosby just won the Stanley Cup. Good for him. Oh, and the Peguins. Wow. They're now taking turns with the Cup, and they all scream on the same pitch. It's really quite amazing. It's quite high too. Except Jordan Staal. He just gave a manly scream. Oop, back to the high screams now.
Quote? Quote!
So, this is from San Fran. Meritt and I, who are both fairly, erm, developed in the chest, were talking about the difficulties of buying shirts and finding a grad dress at our size. I complained a little about being a freak (jokingly). Meritt responded with what apparently her mother tells her:
Meritt: "Oh, no, you're not a freak. You are just gifted in estrogen!"
That's right. Estrogen is a talent.
Well, that's enough to talk about today. I have more to say, I'm sure, but I've rambled enough now. All I can say is that I had a uniquely amazing high school experience. I have made beautiful, open minded, smart, and witty friends who mean the world to me and who I am positive I will remain friends with for the rest of my life. I was blessed with a very open minded school with many oppurtunities and I am eternally greatful that I did not experience the hellish high school you hear about all the time. I am very lucky, and very sad that it is all done. But I'm also ready to move on.