despair, aspired, praised, diapers
Hey, tomorrow is the last day of classes! unless anyone is planning on super-senioring? Think of all those exciting electives that you are leaving behind... ceramics, mandarin, AP statistics, all those classes that you will never take at the high school level. Farewell, fareweelll!
I have a fair amount to do tonight, as do other people I know. Good luck!
School is crumpling--MCAS finishes off the year, our last year, oddly. Everything is whizzing by and I can't stop thinking about Mandarin Chinese. I feel sad that I haven't talked to Mr. O'Connell for a long time. The other teachers haven't sunk in yet. I can't wait to swim and be active outdoors and read for pleasure all night long (that sounds oddly dirty) and try some Vietnamese recipes from a cookbook I bought and fantasize about Mad Margaret and Ruddygore and sleep late with no thought of homework! It is not worth it to leave home permanently. I have traveled little, but I can see how it would be an expanding experience, but still I want to come home in the end. The college transition is a strange process, the process of gradually distancing yourself from your former home, rerooting yourself. I can't believe we have to leave. I notice that no one has been flashing gleeful countdowns on livejournal, perhaps because graduation is so much like death. Not to be morbid, but those bricks in the "senior quad" are creepy! Names of seniors and trite little lines like, "Vanessa Cerelli, the light of our lives." It looks like a memorial for some miniature holocaust. My mind is going in a bad direction... I better keep working before I creep myself out. Good night! I hope I see you guys soon. Hmmm... Yearbooks are distributed tomorrow afterschool, so I will in fact be seeing each and every one of your faces, my dear, dear friends. Bwahahaha! (unless you didn't get your picture taken, in which case we'll have to hunt you down and photocopy your face and plaster copies over all the windows in the school!) For some reason, force-photocopying someone's face seems very similar to forcing the same head into a toilet. Do people actually do that? I am not sure who "we" is, or who I am threatening, but hopefully it won't come to that...
I have a fair amount to do tonight, as do other people I know. Good luck!
School is crumpling--MCAS finishes off the year, our last year, oddly. Everything is whizzing by and I can't stop thinking about Mandarin Chinese. I feel sad that I haven't talked to Mr. O'Connell for a long time. The other teachers haven't sunk in yet. I can't wait to swim and be active outdoors and read for pleasure all night long (that sounds oddly dirty) and try some Vietnamese recipes from a cookbook I bought and fantasize about Mad Margaret and Ruddygore and sleep late with no thought of homework! It is not worth it to leave home permanently. I have traveled little, but I can see how it would be an expanding experience, but still I want to come home in the end. The college transition is a strange process, the process of gradually distancing yourself from your former home, rerooting yourself. I can't believe we have to leave. I notice that no one has been flashing gleeful countdowns on livejournal, perhaps because graduation is so much like death. Not to be morbid, but those bricks in the "senior quad" are creepy! Names of seniors and trite little lines like, "Vanessa Cerelli, the light of our lives." It looks like a memorial for some miniature holocaust. My mind is going in a bad direction... I better keep working before I creep myself out. Good night! I hope I see you guys soon. Hmmm... Yearbooks are distributed tomorrow afterschool, so I will in fact be seeing each and every one of your faces, my dear, dear friends. Bwahahaha! (unless you didn't get your picture taken, in which case we'll have to hunt you down and photocopy your face and plaster copies over all the windows in the school!) For some reason, force-photocopying someone's face seems very similar to forcing the same head into a toilet. Do people actually do that? I am not sure who "we" is, or who I am threatening, but hopefully it won't come to that...