Gradjitation, in the words of Aunt Stacy

Well, first I must add that I just changed my toothbrush today and my teeth are super clean and shiny! It makes my mouth feel good! And now I must move on to the more important stuff.

I finally did it. I graduated from high school. It was strange not being in school this last week and a half knowing that the other students were still suffering through the torture they call learning. It was all pretty surreal, nothing seemed to fit until last Friday when we were all in our caps and gowns for class day. That is when it hit me that I would never again sit in the JHS gym as a JHS student. Scary! I made it through the holiday weekend and then I finally made it offical by walking across the stage to receive my fake diploma on Tuesday night. They give you fake one until you turn in your gown, and in my case collar because I was a girl. They make such a big deal about those stupid robes. They have to be at least 10 years old! Anywho...Generally you would think that Graduation is a time of happiness and a time to spend with all your friends. As most of my readers know, graduation was anything but. It is really a long story that deals with very personal matters so I wont divuldge(is there a 'd'?) the entire story here. Let's just say it involved my best friend, my ex-boyfriend, and another friend. Imagine what you want but only a few people know the whole story, and I'm pretty sure I'm not one of them. Anyway, life pretty much sucked and it was all I could do to smile on Tuesday. Later that night I went to Bennigans with a few friends and then Ashley called me. She said that she was heading over to Colby's where there was a bonfire and a sleep-out. I was pretty confused so I called her back when I left the restaurant.

I arrived a Colby's and figured out that it was a group of seniors and they were going to have the bonfire at Colby's, he's a junior which is why I was confused because there was still school the next day, because he had a fire pit, and then we could sleep there if we wanted. They had two tents and some food so I decided to go home and get my stuff to return. It was pretty shaky because the ex and the best friend were there, together, and I had just had two very long discussions/arguments with both of them the night prior lasting til 3 AM. It took everything I had to go back.

As I was returning my friend Steven, whose party it truly was, was walking up to his house a few houses down to get some lighter fluid for the fire. Luckily Eittreim had called and asked me to bring some so he turned around and walked back with me. I asked him if it was ok if I was there because I hadn't techniquely been invited, rather just invited through Ashley, and he told me definitely. I gave him a brief background as to what was going on and why it was weird and he told me that it didn't matter if anyone else cared if I was there because he did. That was the nicest thing anyone had said to me, besides family, in a week so I felt much better about being there. To make a long story short we messed around and talked by the fire until about 4 when everyone who wasn't already in a tent decided to go up to them. It was pretty coupled off by the time I get to the tents so shortly after crawling into a 4-person tent that already had 6 people in it, I got out and Steven and I set up camp on the ground outside. A little background on Steven: I sat next to Steven in AP Calc last semester and we became pretty good friends. I hadn't talked to him in quite awhile so it was nice. We ended up talking til close to 7 AM. I'm not really sure as it was too buggy to check the phones for time so we pretty much suffocated ourselves under our sweatshirts and sleeping bags.

We talked all night about the most random things. Of course the occurances of the previous week, and he gave me his 2 cents, girls, boys, school, life after school, and by far the most interesting, the difficulty of peeing in the woods, at least the difficulty for chicks. He just didn't seem to grasp the fact that girls don't have the great ability to aim their stream. Nick had left to get coffee early that morning so we discussed turning the cup into a funnel and all sorts of strange things. I can't really talk about everything we discussed that night because some things just aren't meant to be shared. Let's just say we didn't really run out of things to talk about.

So Wednesday morning, after I had gotten maybe an hour of sleep, I awoke to everyone else leaving our "camp." I laid back down but in five minutes I knew I wasn't going to fall asleep. The bugs were so bad and I was so hot that I just gave up on sleep. I woke Steven and we set out to clean up. We had made a ginormous mess. Yes, ginormous is a word! I went home feeling so much better about the goings on and just happier to be myself. I finally had someone to talk to that wasn't Dana or my mom. And it isn't that I don't appreciate all that they do for me and how much they are willing to listen and help, but I needed to talk to someone who is close to the action all the time and understands the people involved like I do. I passed out on the couch for about two hours and then I went to work at the golf course.



This is Steven and I after graduation at the Knapp Center at Drake.


First of all, this job is going to kick ass! I get paid 8 dollars an hour, PLUS tips, to drive a golf cart all day. I get to be in the sun, I get to talk to all sorts of people, and I get to be close to a game I love. And I am pretty sure no one can top a first day of work story like I can. So a girl that did this job a few years back came out to train me. We drove around together til about 5:30 when she had to go. Then it was me all alone. I drove around and I sold over-priced beer, and a pop, to the golfers. I was starting the cart after a sell and realized that it wasn't going like it had been. It was making that putt-putt sound and I wasn't moving very fast at all. I kept going and ended up getting stuck on a bridge that had a sligh incline. Being as it was the only way around and there were groups behind me, I tried to keep going up, it didn't work, so then I put it in reverse and used the sligh hill to my advantage to get the cart off the bridge and out of the way. Luckily I had grabbed my cell to keep track of time but I didn't have to number to the clubhouse and no radio. I had to 411 the number and ask them to come get me. They brought out a truck and towed me in. What it came down to was the cart needed gas and the gas-gage doesn't work very well. Yeah, it was an exciting day. But, I just kept thinking of the night before and all the funny things that occured and I was all good.

Well, I guess this is good-bye. I'm not going to quite writing, but I am going to say good-bye to high school, the drama, and the stupid crap that comes with it. I desperately hope with all my heart I never have to go through that crap again. It is sad to say but I know there are people I have spent multiple years with, whom I will never again see or speak to. It saddens me to think I am leaving a class of people who have meant so much and so little to me all in just four short years. However, I am very excited for the future and am ready to embrace all the in has in store for me. Good-bye JHS class of 2005, see you in 10 years if our crap-ass student body president ever gets around to organizing a reunion. Hello future.....