Almost There...

Yesterday, my best friend and I worked on a project together. To be specific it was the last project we will ever work on together. When we were finished, as pathetic as it is, we cried. It was sad. We always do that stuff together and here it was, the last project we ever will work on. It was just another lovely reminder that High School is ending. We really do make a good team. I type like a million miles a minute and she is creative. I type up the power point and she makes it pretty and organized. I don't know what I am going to do without her next year. I have only done one power point without her before. I guess next year I am going to have find someone else with the patience to fix up my power points for me.

After we finished crying we sat around and talked about practically our entire High School careers. It was fun but it was sad. It is so weird talking about High School ending. We both know that it is going to end but we just can't accept it. It is so surreal. I can't accept the fact that in a week and three days I will never walk through those double doors again. It is a very weird feeling because I am excited but not.

The comforting thing is that everyone feels the same way that I do. My friend and I were commiserating together yesterday and today during gym all of the seniors were sitting in a circle talking together and everyone mostly feels the same way. We all want to graduate but we are scared and know that is going to be hard to leave our friends.

I know I am going to miss my friends so much. We all have went through so muc together. My other really close friend was telling me that she thinks it is going to be really hard to meet people when she goes aways because she is going to be comparing everyone she meets to us. I know exactly what she means but I guess when we are all there, at college, things will be completely different.

I can't wait to see what happens the last day of school. I want to see how everybody in my grade reacts as we all leave for the last time. Every year we all watched that year's Seniors leave and this year everyone is going to watching us.

Whats the Deal With Prom?

I never knew that one night could cause such a controversy. It is a very dramatical situation. Prom is next month and that is literally all that everyone talks about. The tables have turned. First it was all about college, then it was all about graduation, and now it is all about Prom. I never knew that it was possible to be able to be so obsessed with Prom, because that what it is, an obsession. Every time I talk to someone in school the conversation always winds up at Prom. Everyone wants to know everything, your dress, your hair, what limo you are taking, what you are doing after, who is in your limo, who is your date, where is your pre-prom, and like a million more things after that.

My favorite thing is when everyone talks about their dresses. You would think that it was like their baby by the way everyone talks about it. I can understand how everyone likes their dress, I mean they should if that's what they are going to be wearing when they get a million pictures of taken of them, but anyways, their is no need to treat the dress like a child. Guess what guys, your dress does not have feelings and its not alive, despite what you may think. Another thing, its not the end of the world if you get it dirty because there is thing called a dry cleaner that you can bring it too.

If someone is not talking about their dress, the next best thing to listen to them talk about is what they are doing after. My entire grade sucks and no one knows how to plan ANYTHING. So basically no one knows what they are doing, which makes the conversation very interesting to listen to because basically all you do is hear people talking about their tentative plans, which may not sound interesting but for some reason it is to me because I am one of those people. At first my friends and I were going to get a hotel and then we were like no lets get a house. Then I called a bagillion places and got shot down by all of them because it was for after prom and I, the saint, cannot tell a lie. So then we were back to hotels but then we got invited to go in on another group for another house. We had the plans all set and then the owner of the house screwed all 60 of us over so now we are back to square one. I think now we are going back to someones house and twiddling our thumbs all night.

Okay, my prom rant is not over yet because I got another kicker for you guys. My best friend got mad at me because I "stole" her prom hair. No joke. She was like describing what she wanted to do and I was like, "sounds nice", when I had no idea what the hell she was talking about. Then I went and got a free test hairstyle thing at the mall and I showed it to her and she told me I stole her hairstyle and did what she wanted to do. I don' get it though. Her hair is short and dark and mine is long and light. Please tell me how I stole her hair because it does not make any sense to me what so ever. Oh also, going back to dresses, she yelled at me for trying on a blue and brown dress when her dress was blue and drown, even though the dresses were completely different. I didn't know prom was worth fighting.

Another lovely fight was over the limo. One person wanted a hummer and then someone else wanted an escalade and then someone else thought we should get a party bus and stay in that the whole night. I feel really out of the loop because I had no idea that all of these things were even possible.

I can't believe this is the focus of my life right now. There are people starving in places and here I am worrying about my Prom night. Really does this stuff even matter, like in twenty years at my reunion is everyone going to be talking about their prom limo? I highly doubt it. Basically I just want to have a fun night and for all this stupid crap to stop. I am going to be so mad if it is not worth all this stress and time and work.

Reminiscing...

School is almost over. It is so weird to think about and I cannot believe it is happening. I feel like it was yesterday when my dad dropped me off for my first day. I moved the second day of freshman year so my dad had to drive me from my old house. It was a twenty minute drive and I had to get up at 5:45 so I wouldn't be late. He felt sorry for me so he stopped and got me Dunkin Donuts on the way to school. When I got to school I had no clue where my first class was so by the time I got there I was so scared and when I walked in I didn't know where to sit. I know it sounds ridiculous but I didn't know anybody and I didn't want to sit where I would be in between someone and their friend. I got even more nervous when the teacher called my name because everyone turned around and looked at me because I was new. That whole first week was really hard and I don't know when it happened, but I made friends and I started talking to a lot of different people. After a while I finally became happy about the fact that I moved.

I have to write my Senior thesis. Supposedly, it is a "reflection on our high school career." I have no clue what that means and my teacher told me to write about myself and how I have changed. I don't even know where to begin for that paper because so much has happened to me since I started that first day. Looking back I am so glad that I moved. I made a lot of friends and I became more outgoing. I'm definitely not as shy as I was in middle school.

Senior year has been amazing. I think this has been the best year of my life. I don't know why, but I am just having so much fun. I almost never get homework, just projects so unless I have something due the next day, I can see my friends at night. I am so excited to leave for college and end high school but I know I am going to miss my friends. I think that is going to be one of the hardest things about going to college, leaving my friends.