Paisley Love

Senior year of high school is finally OVER. Soooo, officially over! Admittedly, it's a lil' bit strange, only because I was the eighth grader who looked ahead into her future and wondered how on earth she was going to get there and when she finally did, was the journey what she had dreamt of? Or maybe even expected from herself? The obvious reality is no. A simple, plain, flat out no. All because of a seven letter D word I had learned in Mr.Broeske's Creative Writing class: D-E-V-I-A-T-E.

I started this blog about Monday of this week I think, which is the day of my last finals. Literally my last day as a 12th grader. I think I did pretty well in some of my exams considering that I was stressing out in all of them, and I don't work well under pressure.

Tuesday was my last day at school because of graduation rehearsal that wasn't much of a rehearsal, by the way. We just sat there and listened to the principal's instructions and whatnot. That was a complete waste of time since it was something obvious thanks to a lil' something called common sense. But it was fast, and I accompanied my mum to her workplace since she had a meeting. After that, we were off to the mall to buy a white dress with a black satin layered band and full of black and blue floral and abstract paisley shapes, and of course my shoes!!!

And then the big day. Woot woot! So yeah, I got a lil' bit cranky because I felt heavy with the big earrings, the curly hair, the toga, the cap, and the heels. We were supposed to get to the stadium by 11:45am-12nn. So, my family and I arrived at the University of Phoenix Stadium just in time. And my mum was trying to get pictures, and I was getting irritated because I thought I wouldn't make it in time to do whatever it is that needs to be done before graduation. And tut. We had to wait in line for a good thirty minutes or something, and it was really hot outside. My feet were hurting. And I was just like, why are some girls wearing 6inch highheels??? Craaaaziness. Once inside, a couple of teachers and guards checked us for inappropriate things. And then, the ugly part: we had to walk four flights of ramps all the way to the base of the stadium. Plain, downright madness... considering that the escalators were there for use. That really ticked me off. So I had a choice to make. Either walk all the way with my shoes on and lose the circulation in my feet OR take my shoes off and walk barefoot. I did the latter. And others followed suit. Ha! A few last minute instructions. We sang our school song for the last time as senior students. And we were off to the actual graduation ceremony. Woooohooooo!!! I swear, I was so ecstatic, I don't think I minded my feet hurting so much.

About 2pm on Wednesday, I became an '09 LJCHS graduate! Time truly flashes in a speed of lightning. Senior year had its ups and downs. And it definitely had its own accomplishments and failures, which meant it was just full of lessons. I met awesome people. I befriended inspiring individuals. And my experiences as a senior were mostly unforgettable. But since highschool is over, HELLO REAL WORLD.