I done graduated and caint nobody tell my ass shit!
I completed my high school education today. It's over. Done. Finished forever. I haven't been this horribly depressed in a long, long time.
The first major event of my last day at NCSSM was a lunch date with Miss Claire Reddy. We savored the delights of Ninth Street/Cosmic Cantina for the final time, reminiscing about past experiences and discussing our plans/fears for the future. After we returned to school, I attended the Awards Ceremony only to witness 1HL win the Academic Cup. Then, the slideshow, which I spent wishing that I'd been more significant to the school community.
My parents, sister, and I made plans to eat at Magnolia Grill and I convinced them to let me bring Jasmine along. We shared an incredibly embarrassing dinner and a short trip down Ninth Street and, then, back to school.
I left Jasmine in the care of Carl, and caught the tail end of Airband. Jake's performance was amazing and "Version 3.0" was worth the nonexistence price of admission. After Airband, I spent an hour or two last night getting yearbook signatures/signing yearbooks and then I hit the dance very briefly.
Next, off to complete a semi-tradition among an assembled group of current and former friends: End of Year Truth or Dare. Highlights included my first vagina, Julia's two vaginas, making out with girls, dominating Robert and rubbing my penis on Dr. Church's doorhandle.
Then, back to hall. Jeremy took the entire hall (in one loop!) to Cookout where we bought milkshakes. The rest of the night was spent signing yearbooks (until about 6 AM) and then watching an episode of Buffy.
Morning. Getting dressed. Graduation. Goodbyes. Now, home.
This is horrible.
I've left the only place I've known for the last two years forever. I've left the only true friends I've ever had forever. I've left the only home I've ever had forever. I've left the best academic environment I've ever known forever.
I was doing well emotionally until I thought to myself, "Wow, there'll be no more scampering up to First Beall to grab Jasmine for a waltz down Ninth Street." There'll be no more Regulator. No more late night conversations with Kar. No more hatred of Brian during games of Smash. No more "JON! JACOB! JINGLE HEIMER SCHMIDT!" No more walking to Hunt and hearing music blasting from Robert's room and thinking, "God, I love that boy." No more staring into Thomas's gorgeous eyes and thinking about how much he loves me and I, him.
All of you. I love you more than you could ever comprehend. I am completely and utterly lost without you. What the fuck am I supposed to do - go to Reed and make new friends? With those guys? Why the fuck didn't I just go to Chapel Hill?
God fucking dammit.
I miss you all so intensely it hurts.
I will always love you and I will always be here for any of you.
Thank you for treating me as if I were worthwhile. It's more than I deserved.
The first major event of my last day at NCSSM was a lunch date with Miss Claire Reddy. We savored the delights of Ninth Street/Cosmic Cantina for the final time, reminiscing about past experiences and discussing our plans/fears for the future. After we returned to school, I attended the Awards Ceremony only to witness 1HL win the Academic Cup. Then, the slideshow, which I spent wishing that I'd been more significant to the school community.
My parents, sister, and I made plans to eat at Magnolia Grill and I convinced them to let me bring Jasmine along. We shared an incredibly embarrassing dinner and a short trip down Ninth Street and, then, back to school.
I left Jasmine in the care of Carl, and caught the tail end of Airband. Jake's performance was amazing and "Version 3.0" was worth the nonexistence price of admission. After Airband, I spent an hour or two last night getting yearbook signatures/signing yearbooks and then I hit the dance very briefly.
Next, off to complete a semi-tradition among an assembled group of current and former friends: End of Year Truth or Dare. Highlights included my first vagina, Julia's two vaginas, making out with girls, dominating Robert and rubbing my penis on Dr. Church's doorhandle.
Then, back to hall. Jeremy took the entire hall (in one loop!) to Cookout where we bought milkshakes. The rest of the night was spent signing yearbooks (until about 6 AM) and then watching an episode of Buffy.
Morning. Getting dressed. Graduation. Goodbyes. Now, home.
This is horrible.
I've left the only place I've known for the last two years forever. I've left the only true friends I've ever had forever. I've left the only home I've ever had forever. I've left the best academic environment I've ever known forever.
I was doing well emotionally until I thought to myself, "Wow, there'll be no more scampering up to First Beall to grab Jasmine for a waltz down Ninth Street." There'll be no more Regulator. No more late night conversations with Kar. No more hatred of Brian during games of Smash. No more "JON! JACOB! JINGLE HEIMER SCHMIDT!" No more walking to Hunt and hearing music blasting from Robert's room and thinking, "God, I love that boy." No more staring into Thomas's gorgeous eyes and thinking about how much he loves me and I, him.
All of you. I love you more than you could ever comprehend. I am completely and utterly lost without you. What the fuck am I supposed to do - go to Reed and make new friends? With those guys? Why the fuck didn't I just go to Chapel Hill?
God fucking dammit.
I miss you all so intensely it hurts.
I will always love you and I will always be here for any of you.
Thank you for treating me as if I were worthwhile. It's more than I deserved.