Yesterday was the first day of the rest of my life, as my sister Cait told me. I'm not sure if it really was that, but it was a good day. A good day and a sad day. I knew that there would be all kinds of sappy displays of emotion, and I wanted no part. however, that was not to be.
The teachers made breakfast for all the grads, so we had to be there at eight o'clock. Jena picked me up, so at least I didn't have to walk. The breakfast was good, and it was nice to talk informally with all our teachers. I managed to bring up Mr. Lainey's perpetual commencement outfit--sportscoat, tie, and sweatpants. Even though I never had Lainey as a teacher (other than homeroom) I think I'll miss him a lot. I took about half a roll's worth of pictures, just of everyone.
At my school, we don't have bells before classes, we have music, and you have the length of the song to get where you're going. So what else gets played on the last day of school but that crappy-ass Vitamin C graduation song. I hadn't heard it up to this point, and suffice to say I have no real desire to hear it again. A lot of people started crying at this point, but I seem to have totally missed the point of that song. Then we made the teachers take pictures of the entire OAC class, and then all the girls, and I think I got a couple of the guys.
After homeroom, Jan and I decided to head up to the seminar rooms for one last gossip session, with Lauren, Holly, Jena, Kuypers and TC. The guys not being super interested in the gossip session, they were playing guitar. I'd gotten to hear the whole story the night before, so I was a little more interested in the guitar. I sort of taught TC to play "everybody hurts", but the bell rang before we had much of a chance. next period, Jan and I walked to the post office and then home, then back to school for third period, where we decided to drop in on the OAC english lit. class. There we got to participate in something that made my day. Each member of the class got a piece of paper, and wrote their name on top, then passed it to the person on their left. Then you had to write something nice about each person in the class on their piece of paper. Needless to say, when I got mine back and read it, I started to cry. Actually, there wasn't a dry eye in the classroom at this point.
4th period was spent playing trivial pursuit in the Modern Western Civ class. the girls lost to the guys, but only by one. I was just happy that people would play trivial pursuit with me. next came the school picture, so us OAC girls blew up red balloons and sat in the front row. I got yelled at for making a \m/ sign.
The awards ceremony came after that. I got three awards--SAGE, yearbook and editor--and it was really, really long. I enjoyed it though.
After school, I had to give my friend Kevin back his Tori Amos CD, so I made my way over to that side of the school, gave it to him, and then talked to Meggen for abit. We hugged, and cried, and I wished her happy birthday, and then we talked about how stupid it was that we were crying because we're going to the same place next year (me to nipissing and meggen to Canadore college, which is on the same campus). then Ed wandered over, made fun of both of us, Meggen left and we made some small talk about summer plans. and then, he said, ultra-casual-like, "would you want to go out sometime?" After I picked my jaw up off the floor, I managed to muble something coherent along the lines of "I'd love to"...so we'll see how that goes.
I'm still sort of in shock, but at the same time I'm amused at the fact that I've spent the last two weeks obsessing over the whole thing (as any of my ICQ or sloanchat buddies can attest to, since I drove them all nuts with me) and it turns out that all I had to do was smile.
and I still am.
~rhiannon
"love is a temple love's a higher law you ask me to enter and then you make me crawl..."