Journey (typical)

On Wednesday I clapped my hands and did silly dances with giant smile on my face. I completed high school. The end of that blur that made my last four years was my only joy. We celebrated in the parkette, and we know what happens in the parkette. Just like my very first few days of high school, I spent the last moments we had in front of the school laughing with the girl with Jew curls. And when the entire day was over, That-Girl-Who-Doesn't-Know-What-Free-Water-Is and I spent two hours on the phone looking through our yearbooks. We came a looong way.

Thursday morning I woke up unsure of my freedom. It felt weird knowing that I'm done. So I had a session, grabbed a Chinese bowl of muesli cereal, and caught up with the last episode of Glee. Perhaps it's because of the session, or maybe cause it's that time of the month, but I finally let out my end-of-the-school-year tears. It's relieving to know that I feel for that community that we all built. We all put in our two cents into it and I really can't picture that school without us. I really really loved my senior year and my graduating class and that grad skip day and that don't stop believing parade and our grad 2010 facebook group and just anything and everything that brought us together.

I can't believe I'm gonna have an emotional attachment to that "Hell Hole." It isn't really that bad.