I keep starting, then discarding blogs about the end of the school year, graduation, prom .. all that stuff. I just don’t seem to be able to capture my thoughts or feelings. I either end up sounding like a complete emo lunatic, “It’s the end of an era. It’s so sad to grow up. What if I’m a complete failure?” Or a writer for the social section of the local hick paper.. “The class of 2009 held their prom this weekend. The ladies of this particular graduating class appear to be very well endowed and evidently were proud to show it. Many of the gentlemen were wearing tennis as opposed to dress shoes. Once the dancing began it was apparent why.”
But it does seem that I should be able to string together some meaningful sentences about this particular turning point in my life. So I will say this. Prom was this past weekend. It was fun. Everyone looked lovely and a good time was had by all. Today we went to Six Flags and rode roller coasters and spent a lot of the day standing in line for that. We ate cotton candy, caramel apples and tons of junk food. No one puked, surprising given that a good many of us were either still slightly tipsy or hung-over from last night. Those of us that weren’t driving fell asleep on the way home. The weekend was over.
Graduation is in a few weeks. It should be interesting. We'll all look the same in our caps and gowns and there will be a good many parents with tears in their eyes. Some of them just thankful to have survived our teenage years. I'm guessing there will be at least one speaker who tells us that we are the future of this county. I’m not having a big party but most of my friends are so that should keep me busy for a few weeks. In any case, that will mark the end of my rather untraditional high school career.
See? Neither meaningful nor about a turning point in my life. Maybe it’s because I don’t feel it is one. It feels like the end of something that I’m glad to have behind me. I’ve done as much planning for what comes next as anyone can given that no one can be sure. So for the first time in many weeks, I feel at peace with things in this moment. Maybe I should stop writing.
But it does seem that I should be able to string together some meaningful sentences about this particular turning point in my life. So I will say this. Prom was this past weekend. It was fun. Everyone looked lovely and a good time was had by all. Today we went to Six Flags and rode roller coasters and spent a lot of the day standing in line for that. We ate cotton candy, caramel apples and tons of junk food. No one puked, surprising given that a good many of us were either still slightly tipsy or hung-over from last night. Those of us that weren’t driving fell asleep on the way home. The weekend was over.
Graduation is in a few weeks. It should be interesting. We'll all look the same in our caps and gowns and there will be a good many parents with tears in their eyes. Some of them just thankful to have survived our teenage years. I'm guessing there will be at least one speaker who tells us that we are the future of this county. I’m not having a big party but most of my friends are so that should keep me busy for a few weeks. In any case, that will mark the end of my rather untraditional high school career.
See? Neither meaningful nor about a turning point in my life. Maybe it’s because I don’t feel it is one. It feels like the end of something that I’m glad to have behind me. I’ve done as much planning for what comes next as anyone can given that no one can be sure. So for the first time in many weeks, I feel at peace with things in this moment. Maybe I should stop writing.
There were a lot of boobs showing fersher! lawl
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