And now folks, I will tell you of the epic adventures of my life since December.
(Oh and by the way, I found out a little after my last post that adults occasionally read this, and then I was insanely embarrassed at my "creative language" sooo I am trying to tone it down...even though I'm all big and graduated so I suppose I can say all the shit I want...oops I already failed)
Anyways...
The months of January-March were a whirlwind of working on State Fair the FHS musical production. My character was a whore (typical) who basically wanted to flash her cha cha to the world. Okay that was an exaggeration but I still had a great time and it was a wild experience that will stay with me forever. After that it became the race to find the motivation to A. apply for scholarships B. make it to prom/graduation C. Not became a suicide bomber in Spanish class and D. give a flying fuck about school . All three were VERY difficult and the only ones I accomplished were B and kind of A and C (I didn't actually murder anyone if thats what you were wondering). Prom was great and lots of fun. Then somewhere in the months of my absence I decided on USD as my new home next fall. And then May came around and I became the most hormonal, unstable emotional wreck of a woman....here's my tale of my graduation woes.
Thoughts that constantly cycled through my mind as graduation approached:
1. I CAN'T DO THIS, I CAN'T DO THIS, I CAN'T DO THIS
2. If I don't get out of this shit hole FHS I will kill someone.
3. I'm going to die in college.
4. I'M NOT GOING TO COLLEGE I'M STAYING HIGH SCHOOL FOREVER!
5. Let's just drop out, who cares?
6. What if we road trip for a year in a van?!
7. I USED THIS LUNCHBOX FOR FOUR YEARS! *uncontrollable sobs*
8. This is the last time I'll ever (insert pointless event that nobody really cares if they never do again)
9. I HATE SPANISH, NO ME GUSTA!
10. I'M GONNA THROW UP OR NERVOUS POOP!
So as you can tell, I was more than confused on what I wanted (and completely insane)...I needed to be done with high school but at the same time I didn't want to let any of it go. It's such a strange thought to know I'll never sing in the FHS choir again, or I'll never sit in the band hallway before school starts, dreading the moment when those three obnoxious warning bells go off. The more I think about it, it's like I loved and craved everything in high school that I dreaded and complained about. Looking back on those long musical practices that I just wanted to die, or the band rehearsals that seemed like they'd NEVER end have become the fondest memories from high school. It's the little things like that that summed up my high school experience, not the big walk across the stage and get your diploma (which I thought was anticlimactic, just so you know). I have made some great memories with the coolest people and It's crazy to think things are going to change. I'm absolutely beyond terrified for college (to the point where I am dreading August 25 which is move in day) and let's just hope I can make it. But at the moment I'm trying to not think about college (to avoid a breakdown) and just enjoy summer. School went faster than I expected now it's time I start a new chapter in my life (whether I want to or not). So now that I can check high school off my list...it's time for the next step...COLLEGE (dun dun dunnnn) so saddle up your ponies and lets rock this bitch! :D
So saying goodbye to you now is a fresh FHS alumni who is desperately trying to think positively about the future. Even though I'm scared I can still say that Life's A Slice of Cherry Pie...
Stay Classy Fremont
