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By the name of all that's holy, I graduate tomorrow.
The date has loomed monolithically over my life for the past four years, but so much so that I basically stopped noticing it. And even when everyone started talking about it, I would just dismiss it. It wasn't until 10:00 this morning, when I finished my English final and thus my last exercise in high school academia that HOLY SHIT I'M GRADUATING TOMORROW.
Kind of a "wow" moment, although that doesn't even begin to describe it. Think "fire truck to the head" and raise it a few degrees, you'll get the idea.
Which, on the whole, is incredibly ironic, given that I actually spoke at the Baccalaureate ceremony. Nice speech, too. Called it "MMXXIII" and it was all about where we're going to be twenty years from now, and how much will have changed, and yet how much will have stayed the same, and yadda yadda yadda insert cliche graduation phrases here. I suppose my excuse is that I wrote the first draft one hour before I auditioned with it, and the final draft one hour before I gave it, and so I wasn't really thinking about it much at all. Not that it was crap -- it was a very good speech, and I work best in front of crowds, and everyone loved it. It's just that my attention wasn't really focused on the fact that OH MY LOVING GOD WE'VE GOT LESS THAN A WEEK LEFT.
I really haven't spent any time thinking about that. I've kept myself quite busy in the past month, between being light monkey for the final dance concert ever (the program got cut, and I have yet to be paid the $200 I am owed), and putting together a play. I would actually have written about it earlier, but sharing my ideas in LiveJournal before they actually happen always seems to jinx them. So, yeah, I directed and produced and acted in an independent production of "The Compleat Works of Wllm Shkspr (abridged)." And it was very funny. I would be happy to give away DVDs of the recording. Yes.
Where was I?
Oh, right, major chapter of life coming to an end. We've had all sorts of senior activities, like Senior Ball. I've really enjoyed myself, except for the hour of the Ball I spent in a bathroom in San Francisco City Hall with a nosebleed that absolutely would not f***ing stop. Lots of hanging with friends and Rae, lots of yearbook signing and picture taking, lots of berating people for not coming to see my play, which ended up over $100 in the red. Really good, happy times, with a lot of goodwill between classmates. Not counting the five poems we had to memorize for English class.
And it's all over, tomorrow, at 5:30 in the afternoon.
Holy mother of god.
P.S.: Do me a favor. If you read this and enjoyed it, would you let me know? I'm just kind of neurotic that way. No, seriously, I wrote an entire essay for English about the need for an audience in writing. Please?
The date has loomed monolithically over my life for the past four years, but so much so that I basically stopped noticing it. And even when everyone started talking about it, I would just dismiss it. It wasn't until 10:00 this morning, when I finished my English final and thus my last exercise in high school academia that HOLY SHIT I'M GRADUATING TOMORROW.
Kind of a "wow" moment, although that doesn't even begin to describe it. Think "fire truck to the head" and raise it a few degrees, you'll get the idea.
Which, on the whole, is incredibly ironic, given that I actually spoke at the Baccalaureate ceremony. Nice speech, too. Called it "MMXXIII" and it was all about where we're going to be twenty years from now, and how much will have changed, and yet how much will have stayed the same, and yadda yadda yadda insert cliche graduation phrases here. I suppose my excuse is that I wrote the first draft one hour before I auditioned with it, and the final draft one hour before I gave it, and so I wasn't really thinking about it much at all. Not that it was crap -- it was a very good speech, and I work best in front of crowds, and everyone loved it. It's just that my attention wasn't really focused on the fact that OH MY LOVING GOD WE'VE GOT LESS THAN A WEEK LEFT.
I really haven't spent any time thinking about that. I've kept myself quite busy in the past month, between being light monkey for the final dance concert ever (the program got cut, and I have yet to be paid the $200 I am owed), and putting together a play. I would actually have written about it earlier, but sharing my ideas in LiveJournal before they actually happen always seems to jinx them. So, yeah, I directed and produced and acted in an independent production of "The Compleat Works of Wllm Shkspr (abridged)." And it was very funny. I would be happy to give away DVDs of the recording. Yes.
Where was I?
Oh, right, major chapter of life coming to an end. We've had all sorts of senior activities, like Senior Ball. I've really enjoyed myself, except for the hour of the Ball I spent in a bathroom in San Francisco City Hall with a nosebleed that absolutely would not f***ing stop. Lots of hanging with friends and Rae, lots of yearbook signing and picture taking, lots of berating people for not coming to see my play, which ended up over $100 in the red. Really good, happy times, with a lot of goodwill between classmates. Not counting the five poems we had to memorize for English class.
And it's all over, tomorrow, at 5:30 in the afternoon.
Holy mother of god.
P.S.: Do me a favor. If you read this and enjoyed it, would you let me know? I'm just kind of neurotic that way. No, seriously, I wrote an entire essay for English about the need for an audience in writing. Please?
