May 25, 2005 16:58
Extremely emotional afternoon. But I wept not. I remained strong. Even when the announcements came on in the afternoon and they were all sentimental and shit.
McGroarty came by while I was hugging people goodbye during last period and informed me in a quite cheerful manner that my life as I knew it was ending, I would never be able to go back to the times I held so dear, and that it was entirely likely I would never see any of my friends again. Then he walked away to his office, whistling. I bet he went there to cry.
There was a trashbag tied to my locker door when I went to pack up. I'm wondering if that means something (besides the fact that I'm supposed to dispose of my trash in said trashbag).