It was the last day of school on friday.
Haha. Where's the exlamatory exhange of slurred shouting and oaths to paint the town in colors or beer, street and puke? It was a rather schoolish and anticlimatic end to friday and my entire high school education. I was in english class, busy fleshing ideas from thoughts to paper when the sweet bell serenaded us seniors with its last toll. It was 2:45pm Friday April 28th 2006. Screams and shouts, dancing and jumping, hugging and cheering commenced as seniors ran, walked, skipped across the quad to the senior hut. Seniors were also still busy scribbling, still busy at work in Mrs. Hughes Period 1 English A1 Higher Class. Still doing their last english paper 2 mock, their last mock of high school past the bell - by 45 very long minutes that was etched with furtive looks and sighs, smirking glances and the very amiable high school student shushing. It was now 3:28pm Friday April 28th 2006 - the english students smiled or frowned, turned in their papers and then smiled or frowned some more. It hadn't really hit me yet.
In celebration and a taste of good fun before a suicidal week of non-stop red bull gives you wings ib exams beginning tuesday. Went to watch a movie, the sentinel, with melin, kara and mike before international night series 2 at manna. The place was quiet, the guys were there too but everything seemed subdued. At 12, self imposed curfew brought me home in a dingy cab and I stayed up to finish my geography review notes untill three this morning.
Then at 8:26am in a mad rush in an ohshitI'mlate mood, I fled to school for english review from 9 to 12:30. Walking the long walk to the front by myself, in a rush to get back to finish some econ, it had hit me. Out english class had been talking about this and that, this and that of what was, what was our high school experience and sharing with a 50something year old teacher from Boston her shock of whiteblond hair but very much the head cheerleader dating the quarterback and now married to him, munching on bagels cream cheese and strawberry jam, banana squares and spring rolls, it felt good to be out of school. I felt that we had so much more in store.
i'd hate to break up a string of prose with now seeming blasphemous set of photos. but we were bent to squares at (manna)(manna) so enjoy.
Haha. Where's the exlamatory exhange of slurred shouting and oaths to paint the town in colors or beer, street and puke? It was a rather schoolish and anticlimatic end to friday and my entire high school education. I was in english class, busy fleshing ideas from thoughts to paper when the sweet bell serenaded us seniors with its last toll. It was 2:45pm Friday April 28th 2006. Screams and shouts, dancing and jumping, hugging and cheering commenced as seniors ran, walked, skipped across the quad to the senior hut. Seniors were also still busy scribbling, still busy at work in Mrs. Hughes Period 1 English A1 Higher Class. Still doing their last english paper 2 mock, their last mock of high school past the bell - by 45 very long minutes that was etched with furtive looks and sighs, smirking glances and the very amiable high school student shushing. It was now 3:28pm Friday April 28th 2006 - the english students smiled or frowned, turned in their papers and then smiled or frowned some more. It hadn't really hit me yet.
In celebration and a taste of good fun before a suicidal week of non-stop red bull gives you wings ib exams beginning tuesday. Went to watch a movie, the sentinel, with melin, kara and mike before international night series 2 at manna. The place was quiet, the guys were there too but everything seemed subdued. At 12, self imposed curfew brought me home in a dingy cab and I stayed up to finish my geography review notes untill three this morning.
Then at 8:26am in a mad rush in an ohshitI'mlate mood, I fled to school for english review from 9 to 12:30. Walking the long walk to the front by myself, in a rush to get back to finish some econ, it had hit me. Out english class had been talking about this and that, this and that of what was, what was our high school experience and sharing with a 50something year old teacher from Boston her shock of whiteblond hair but very much the head cheerleader dating the quarterback and now married to him, munching on bagels cream cheese and strawberry jam, banana squares and spring rolls, it felt good to be out of school. I felt that we had so much more in store.
i'd hate to break up a string of prose with now seeming blasphemous set of photos. but we were bent to squares at (manna)(manna) so enjoy.
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