No wonder, though: I'm graduating from high school in something like nine days. That means it's time for me to get nostalgic about the past four years, or even more than that, my life to date. I've spent a lot of the past week working on my graduation announcements, looking at pictures of myself when I was younger. I'm remembering things I hadn't ever thought about before, or at least hearing about them in stories and seeing them on videos and in pictures. I guess high school didn't jade me enough though, because now I'm feeling feelings. I'm excited. I'm happy. I'm sad. I'm terrified. All the makings of one big ball of indifference, really.
Tonight was Senior Honors Night. I got a golden rope, which means I'm graduating with a grade-point average above 4.0, a recognition for Drama Club and for Newspaper. My friends and I, clad chiefly in blue, celebrated by eating ice cream and playing pool. John and I found a pizza place open 'til three. There, John attempted to finish the crossword. I attempted to finish John's calzone. Only one of us succeeded. I did the Jumble upside-down and across the table, but still got the first four words immediately (CHAFFSWAMPFLIMSYBUBBLE). I toiled for a good ten minutes on the final puzzle, though (What the soldiers on KP considered the garbage).
A MESS "HAUL."
-Todd
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