"You show that you are a letter from Christ, the result of our ministry, written not with ink but with the Spirit of the living God, not on tablets of stone but on tablets of human hearts." --2 Corinthians 3:3
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Well, it's officially official
Yes. I now have that coveted piece of paper with my name on it certifying that I did, indeed, graduate from high school. I got to turn my tassle, chuck my cap into the air and then take a multitude of pictures to commemorate the day. But now that it's all said and done, I'm relieved. I think it's sort of sunk in that I don't have to go back to high school. Ever. But then again, I'll catch myself thinking of myself as a high school student still and as of a couple of hours ago that's just not true... I'm very excited to be done, though, and can't wait until August 27 when I get to head off to college! Can't wait for what lies ahead!
ONE MORE
One more English. One more History. One more Career Explorations. One more chapel. Only not really because tomorrow is going to be all convoluted. A couple of us seniors have to help out with the elementary school's chapel service in the morning so that cuts into English class. English will probably cut into History because we have a test in English and besides we're not doing anything in History anyway because our history teacher is in charge of making the yearbook so she's all stressed about that. Today in history class consisted of helping her with the yearbook, making a Starbucks run, and watching this video. Oh she made a passing comment about the Vietnam Conflict because that's the chapter we're supposed to be on but I think she's sort of just given up on making us learn anything new. Anyways, history is going to be cut short because three of us are going to help serve lunch for the elementary and high school. Career Explorations is not going to happen because we're practicing our entrances and stuff like that for graduation and chapel should be good. And then I'm done. Six hours. I just have to be there for six hours more. Take one English test and them I'm done with high school. That's a little daunting and a lot exciting!!
Everything Changes
This was my last Friday of high school. This brings my count to a grand total of four History classes and English classes, one Career Exploration and one Chapel, in other terms: 15 hours of high school left. Strange, everything is changing and it seems like it's all at once.
Still no success on the job front but I'm waiting for applications to be read over and be contacted if any of the surrounding businesses found my application satisfactory.
Also, I chopped all of my hair off. Seriously. Dance is over, I don't have to be able to pull it back into a bun anymore so it's GOOOOOONE. It now looks like Sasuke's from Naruto--minues the duck's derrière look he has going. Mine is more flat in the back, but I can make it stick up if I really wanted to impersonate Sasuke [which I don't]. I keep freaking out because I can't feel hair on the back of my neck. I've never had it this short so I'll reach up to twirl my hair around my finger which seems to be a nervous tick of mine and realize: there is no hair to twirl around my finger! I like it, though, so that's good. I'm glad for the change. I needed it.
Unsuccessful Job Hunting
So that was the most singularly unsuccessful thing I have ever done in my entire life. I'm searching for a summer job before college and let's just say that it was not the most rewarding experience ever. I went to seven different places around town and only filled out two job applications. I'm just feeling that this isn't going to happen. I really don't want to go to the fast food restaurants around town, because I really don't want to have to ask: "Do you want fries with that". But I get the feeling that's what will happen. So I guess I'll have to sacrifice my dignity. I just wish that it were easier to find a job; but I know that's just wishful thinking in this economy and if wishes were horses, beggars would ride.... :/
and if you get the choice to sit it out or dance. dance.
Which is pretty much all I've been doing the last two days. We've had dress rehearsals for the end of the year recital all this week. So when I'm not at school I've been downtown at the college's auditorium running around and dancing and generally exhausting myself. For the rehearsal for the first show [there are 3. I dance in Shows 2 and 3] I have been enlisted to be a parent rep. Meaning I am the stage mother, the lady who makes sure everyone is entertained when they're not dancing and when they are dancing they're in proper costume in their places, ect. Let us clarifiy--though I am NOT anyone of these kids' parents, I'm still their parent rep because none of their moms volunteered to be, so I was asked to do it. I'm cool with doing it because I absolutely ADORE one of the little girls in this class. I think she's the cutest thing ever. So anyways, back to my slightly amusing story pertaining to being a parent rep, I was sitting in the dressing room making sure all of my kids were there on time and introducing myself to their parents so they would know that some psycho wasn't watching their kids when one of the moms goes: "So are you one of the girls' moms?" I seriously had a wtf moment. I was thinking: 'Do I look like one of these girls' moms?!' But I really said, "No, ma'am. I'm an employee at the studio; I was asked to help this class for Show 1. I'm eighteen years old, I don't have a child." Seriously? Seriously? Damn, no I don't have a kid. Geez. And one of the little girls told me that she didn't have to listen to me because I wasn't her dance teacher. I was like, "Well today I am yoru teacher." She wasn't pleased. Bratty children. Hopefully they'll be better on Saturday for the real show than they were for the rehearsal.
Oh, and as for my countdown: 8 English's and History's, and 2 Career Exploration's and Chapel's. That's a grand total of 29 hours of high school left. Just a little more than a full day. I might be able to survive this after all.
