Graduation

I played Holst at graduation. Despite my virginity status, I'd say it was better than sex (from what I hear....).

So many people I know graduated today. Last year, I think I knew 2 or 3 people. This year, I knew about 25. Quite a few are leaving far-far-away, so I'm a little bummed. I guess I'll have to go to Canada or something...

As for my stuff in my room? Still not packed... I'm procrastinating... After this, I'm going to make it a point to make at least two organized piles of stuff before I leave to go bluegrassin'. I'll have plenty of time to pack before tomorrow.

I must tell the world of the evil "Martha Stewart" PED teacher! She treats a 1 credit hour class like it's SOOOO important. So, she says "warsh" instead of "wash".... Like, "be sure to warsh your vegetables before you eat them. Oh, and warsh your hands too." I've had a rough past couple of weeks dealing with an acadmic appeal. I've lost sleep over this, and the final for the PED class was from 8-10. I woke up a bit late, but managed to get to the final about 2 or 3 minutes late. Golly was Martha Stewart angry! I walked in and she was hatefully asking me why I was late and if I thought I could be late for a job while she waved the final papers in my face. This upset me greatly, mostly because I wanted to punch the woman in the face and couldn't. I didn't really want to bring up the academic appeal, so I just kept my mouth shut. Seriously, a two-hour time slot for a test that took me 10 minutes to finish? Who is getting paid here, anyways? I suppose I should say that I have a "ticking time bomb" personality. I put up with so much that upsets me, that it builds up over time and the least little thing sets me off. I went to my desk, crying, and took the test. I found out later that I had scored a 97% on that test, so there you go, Martha. What a meanie! I win, and I can properly say the word "wash".

That's all that has been going on...Time to change for bluegrass at North Bend State Park!