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*sigh* It's been over a week since I last updated. I sent Caitlin a message on that very night, but she has not yet messaged me back or looked at me funny or anything. I'm not sure if she hasn't seen the message or is still thinking on it.
Last night I went to Andrew's and Hannah's and Holly's and Liz's graduation. That was fun. On a side note, I saw my old elementary school principal (Mr. Martin, a young and cool guy who I wish ran Central instead of our principals, who are the antithesis of "young and cool.") I also got a kick in the ass by the whole ceremony which, for lack of a better term, reminded me of my own mortality. I've been at Central for six whole years. Minus three days. I've seen years of Freshmen grow up and graduate high school. I never knew many of them, nor did I ever go to their graduations. It all seemed so distant. This year was different. This senior class contained the second-greatest number of friends of mine at Central. (The greatest being in my own class and the third-greatest being in next year's junior class.) I can put names to over half of the >200 grads and identify the rest by looks. True, I knew people in previous senior classes, but never like this. So here I am, listening to Gavin DeGraw (who always gets me emotional) and thinking. Everyone in the room I'm sitting at school is a junior. Most people in each of my classes is a junior. We have a year. One year, two days, three hours and fourty-two minutes, minus a week. Then we're out of high school. That's it. It's over. The system which both trapped us and pushed us for thirteen years has spewed us out into the rest of the world. Kinda...final. And I find it at once vaguely depressing and exciting. One year. That's it. Less than a seventeenth of my life left until I'm out of here. A year isn't too long a time. Sure, it seems a hell of a long time when you're going through it, but when all is said and done it looks so much smaller. So we have a year more. A year more of struggles, a year more of happiness, a year more of pain. Just one year more.
Last night I went to Andrew's and Hannah's and Holly's and Liz's graduation. That was fun. On a side note, I saw my old elementary school principal (Mr. Martin, a young and cool guy who I wish ran Central instead of our principals, who are the antithesis of "young and cool.") I also got a kick in the ass by the whole ceremony which, for lack of a better term, reminded me of my own mortality. I've been at Central for six whole years. Minus three days. I've seen years of Freshmen grow up and graduate high school. I never knew many of them, nor did I ever go to their graduations. It all seemed so distant. This year was different. This senior class contained the second-greatest number of friends of mine at Central. (The greatest being in my own class and the third-greatest being in next year's junior class.) I can put names to over half of the >200 grads and identify the rest by looks. True, I knew people in previous senior classes, but never like this. So here I am, listening to Gavin DeGraw (who always gets me emotional) and thinking. Everyone in the room I'm sitting at school is a junior. Most people in each of my classes is a junior. We have a year. One year, two days, three hours and fourty-two minutes, minus a week. Then we're out of high school. That's it. It's over. The system which both trapped us and pushed us for thirteen years has spewed us out into the rest of the world. Kinda...final. And I find it at once vaguely depressing and exciting. One year. That's it. Less than a seventeenth of my life left until I'm out of here. A year isn't too long a time. Sure, it seems a hell of a long time when you're going through it, but when all is said and done it looks so much smaller. So we have a year more. A year more of struggles, a year more of happiness, a year more of pain. Just one year more.