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You know what I just noticed? It does not say anywhere on my high school diploma that I have graduated from, well, high school. There is not one mention of "high school." That's...really dumb.
(yeah, it's hard to read--cell phone cam--but the reason there is no "high school" on it is that the Magnet header just blathers on--that is, if it could talk, it would--about our "Gifted, Highly Gifted, High Ability"-ness, and, I guess, has no room for a "high" preceding "school")
And why did the school decide not to give anyone a diploma? I mean to say, why didn't the general school give them out (I saw the uncleared Magnet list, and very few people comprised it...so I salute Morton, for once)? When I went to school 'cause two silly boys needed their diplomas on Thursday, I saw that the school had a whole stack of them, getting all ruffled and bent out of shape! The Book Room folks were complaining, 'cause all who went to pick up the diplomas were already cleared (how else would they have gotten caps and gowns?). It was just very annoying.
Graduation's end was no fun for me, either, 'cause I didn't have a camera (how the hell did I manage to get it stolen the day before I'd finally be free of high-schoolers' thieving hands?), and couldn't capture final memories with anyone. Everyone else's taking out of their own cameras just made me very sad. I didn't even want to stay and make use of Ben's mama's camera, 'cause I hadn't found my family, and didn't want them to worry.
So...I'll just commemorate these last moments using other people's pictures (I will, of course, cite my sources like a good girl), some of which might've already been posted on other LJs.
Daña's graduation! Yay! (Daña's camera)
Olive Garden after graduation (Marshall's, not Rowland's...grrr...and we got Dana onstage almost, really--if only we'd been smart enough to have her line up with and B and C Trackers!) (Yento)
Beach Day!
Foot Sex! It really did feel quite nice. (Yento's...uh, sorry, I don't like timestamps)
We're lookin' quite confused. (Yento)
Here I am, dancing on Dennis' grave (I don't actually know what I'm doing), looking fat, and, yet again, smirking--only a bit more cheekily this time. (Yento)
My biggest end-of-year achievement: I've gotten Benny to say nunga-nungas! It's very amusing. Oh, how am I supposed to get my hands on the sixth book?
Look at this hilarious Spanish version of the third one! Oh, silly arched-back Georgia:
(yeah, it's hard to read--cell phone cam--but the reason there is no "high school" on it is that the Magnet header just blathers on--that is, if it could talk, it would--about our "Gifted, Highly Gifted, High Ability"-ness, and, I guess, has no room for a "high" preceding "school")
And why did the school decide not to give anyone a diploma? I mean to say, why didn't the general school give them out (I saw the uncleared Magnet list, and very few people comprised it...so I salute Morton, for once)? When I went to school 'cause two silly boys needed their diplomas on Thursday, I saw that the school had a whole stack of them, getting all ruffled and bent out of shape! The Book Room folks were complaining, 'cause all who went to pick up the diplomas were already cleared (how else would they have gotten caps and gowns?). It was just very annoying.
Graduation's end was no fun for me, either, 'cause I didn't have a camera (how the hell did I manage to get it stolen the day before I'd finally be free of high-schoolers' thieving hands?), and couldn't capture final memories with anyone. Everyone else's taking out of their own cameras just made me very sad. I didn't even want to stay and make use of Ben's mama's camera, 'cause I hadn't found my family, and didn't want them to worry.
So...I'll just commemorate these last moments using other people's pictures (I will, of course, cite my sources like a good girl), some of which might've already been posted on other LJs.
Daña's graduation! Yay! (Daña's camera)
Olive Garden after graduation (Marshall's, not Rowland's...grrr...and we got Dana onstage almost, really--if only we'd been smart enough to have her line up with and B and C Trackers!) (Yento)
Beach Day!
Foot Sex! It really did feel quite nice. (Yento's...uh, sorry, I don't like timestamps)
We're lookin' quite confused. (Yento)
Here I am, dancing on Dennis' grave (I don't actually know what I'm doing), looking fat, and, yet again, smirking--only a bit more cheekily this time. (Yento)
My biggest end-of-year achievement: I've gotten Benny to say nunga-nungas! It's very amusing. Oh, how am I supposed to get my hands on the sixth book?
Look at this hilarious Spanish version of the third one! Oh, silly arched-back Georgia: