I am still a bit feverish
Oct. 20th, 2007 11:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alandreaI came down with a mild case of death yesterday. I’m okay now, not well but alive. The day before that I was out all day with F and R; they took me to two restaurants where the waiters sing if it’s someone’s birthday. The 17th was my birthday, seven days after the election, but I may have a chance to vote in the referendum. Also, I got my WoW character up to level 61, which, for some reason, is important to me.
Before that... it’s mostly a blur. I graduated! That was exciting. Apparently I was the most competent girl walking in high heels. However, I was told as much by my parents, so their view may be a little skewed. I’m willing to believe it though because there were quite a few wobbly young women and at least one that walked across the stage with her hands spread in a balancing position.
I’m eternally grateful for the grad gowns we were forced to wear. My top turned out to be even lower-cut than I’d thought it was. I’m a very conservative dresser, so this was really embarrassing for me. I did get a few compliments about it though, from people who I’m pretty sure weren’t being snide.
It was nice to see everyone again, even though because it was on a Thursday a few people didn’t come. They didn’t want to miss classes apparently. Really, Thursday was a stupid day to have it on, the kids from far away have to miss two days of classes to get here. I mean, you fly over on an early flight Thursday morning, and even if you get on an early flight on Friday you won’t be back in time for classes. This happens on October 4th by the way, Thanksgiving weekend. I asked a teacher organizing it why grad couldn’t be held on the Friday at least, and she said to me that it was the way it was because it was easier for the teachers to have it on the Thursday. Something along the lines of “People forget that teachers have families too, and we want to spend time with them,” which, don’t get me wrong, I can accept. My mother used to teach, so I definitely feel the plight of the family with a member gone for several hours when I want them to be there, but you know what? You live. I think the reasoning I was given is a bit selfish; teachers get the whole summer off to spend with their family, not to mention more vacations than almost any other profession. Also, it’s not like Friday was thanksgiving itself, most teachers could have been with their families for Thanksgiving even if we’d held grad on the weekend. I think the grad date is entirely selfish. I kind of hope I’m missing something here, but the way I see it is that it would be better to inconvenience twenty teachers and their families than one-hundred-and-sixteen students and their families, some of whom are forced to choose between continuing their education and coming back for grad. I think some people’s reasoning for not returning was that they had tests that they wouldn’t have been able to make up. I just think it’s really sad that some people had to miss their own grad because it was more convenient for the teachers.
The principal’s speech at grad really pissed me off. I could live through him reading to us the sunscreen song, but he then went on to give us anecdotes about his favourite students. Now, these may have been interesting to him and likely to the mentioned students and their families, but he only mentioned about twenty students, giving stupid little inside jokes. Way to spend half an hour boring everyone else in the auditorium to death. It’s sad when people are so bored at a ceremony about them that they start text-messaging their friends. I was one of about twenty-five people in my graduating class who wasn’t on the phone. Even the teachers, who never stop telling us to be polite in assemblies, were restless. It was hilarious in a very sad way. Still, a lot of people were pissed off that their kids didn’t get mentioned in the speech. Way to keep up that blatant favouritism right up to the end Mr.S.
A few years ago, a little bit after graduation, a large sign was vandalised in the front of the school. It read, in red spray paint, “Mr. Simpson sucks donkey cock” and there was a lovely little illustration. I wonder now if that event had something to do with an experience similar to mine.
The Valedictorian’s speech was nice. I feel kind of bad because I made her have a “please get away from me” moment before the ceremony. I am such a social failure, but I figure I’ll live and learn.
Ooh, by the way, I was one of the four or so people stuffing diplomas. For several day before the ceremony they had us stuffing diplomas and transcripts and certificates and medals and yearbooks into bags with students names on them; then taking out the diplomas, feeling bad because they had imprints of medals and yearbooks on them, and inserting them into folios with a picture of the graduating class. They gave us candy at the end, and, more importantly, I learned that when given the opportunity to bend, fold, and mutilate the scholarly belongings of people I don’t like when nobody would know that it was I who did it, I refrain. This is good because it’s means that I’m not actually irredeemably evil.
I am the only graduate I know who’s coming back for a full year though. Even those who didn’t graduate are finishing their courses and leaving after first semester. In related news, the assholes who dropped out last year are skipping class so much that they’re both failing and will have to remain in high school forever. Remember: they’re not assholes because they dropped out, they dropped out because they’re assholes.
In other news they found a corpse in the empty patch of land between our school and the mall. There’s nothing but grass and telephone towers there, so you’d think someone would have noticed it before now, but it is the sort of place that you don’t really look at. I heard the body had been there for a few days too. When they came to take it away the police were wearing red vests, which I’m told means missing person. It’s likely the guy with the head injury. Something had happened to him at university and he was brain-damaged; he came home on the Thanksgiving weekend and went out shopping with his mother. He’d wanted to walk home from the mall and even though she wasn’t comfortable with it she let him. I guess she’s going to hate herself forever now. It’s so very, very sad.
In happier (and nerdier) news, because something to take one’s mind off that is needed, I’m forcing F to play WoW. She made a Night Elf warrior and I made a Draenei priest. She seems to like it, and R is getting interested as well. She’ll need an internet connection first though.
I guess that all I have to say right now. I’m tired and shall be going to bed.
Before that... it’s mostly a blur. I graduated! That was exciting. Apparently I was the most competent girl walking in high heels. However, I was told as much by my parents, so their view may be a little skewed. I’m willing to believe it though because there were quite a few wobbly young women and at least one that walked across the stage with her hands spread in a balancing position.
I’m eternally grateful for the grad gowns we were forced to wear. My top turned out to be even lower-cut than I’d thought it was. I’m a very conservative dresser, so this was really embarrassing for me. I did get a few compliments about it though, from people who I’m pretty sure weren’t being snide.
It was nice to see everyone again, even though because it was on a Thursday a few people didn’t come. They didn’t want to miss classes apparently. Really, Thursday was a stupid day to have it on, the kids from far away have to miss two days of classes to get here. I mean, you fly over on an early flight Thursday morning, and even if you get on an early flight on Friday you won’t be back in time for classes. This happens on October 4th by the way, Thanksgiving weekend. I asked a teacher organizing it why grad couldn’t be held on the Friday at least, and she said to me that it was the way it was because it was easier for the teachers to have it on the Thursday. Something along the lines of “People forget that teachers have families too, and we want to spend time with them,” which, don’t get me wrong, I can accept. My mother used to teach, so I definitely feel the plight of the family with a member gone for several hours when I want them to be there, but you know what? You live. I think the reasoning I was given is a bit selfish; teachers get the whole summer off to spend with their family, not to mention more vacations than almost any other profession. Also, it’s not like Friday was thanksgiving itself, most teachers could have been with their families for Thanksgiving even if we’d held grad on the weekend. I think the grad date is entirely selfish. I kind of hope I’m missing something here, but the way I see it is that it would be better to inconvenience twenty teachers and their families than one-hundred-and-sixteen students and their families, some of whom are forced to choose between continuing their education and coming back for grad. I think some people’s reasoning for not returning was that they had tests that they wouldn’t have been able to make up. I just think it’s really sad that some people had to miss their own grad because it was more convenient for the teachers.
The principal’s speech at grad really pissed me off. I could live through him reading to us the sunscreen song, but he then went on to give us anecdotes about his favourite students. Now, these may have been interesting to him and likely to the mentioned students and their families, but he only mentioned about twenty students, giving stupid little inside jokes. Way to spend half an hour boring everyone else in the auditorium to death. It’s sad when people are so bored at a ceremony about them that they start text-messaging their friends. I was one of about twenty-five people in my graduating class who wasn’t on the phone. Even the teachers, who never stop telling us to be polite in assemblies, were restless. It was hilarious in a very sad way. Still, a lot of people were pissed off that their kids didn’t get mentioned in the speech. Way to keep up that blatant favouritism right up to the end Mr.S.
A few years ago, a little bit after graduation, a large sign was vandalised in the front of the school. It read, in red spray paint, “Mr. Simpson sucks donkey cock” and there was a lovely little illustration. I wonder now if that event had something to do with an experience similar to mine.
The Valedictorian’s speech was nice. I feel kind of bad because I made her have a “please get away from me” moment before the ceremony. I am such a social failure, but I figure I’ll live and learn.
Ooh, by the way, I was one of the four or so people stuffing diplomas. For several day before the ceremony they had us stuffing diplomas and transcripts and certificates and medals and yearbooks into bags with students names on them; then taking out the diplomas, feeling bad because they had imprints of medals and yearbooks on them, and inserting them into folios with a picture of the graduating class. They gave us candy at the end, and, more importantly, I learned that when given the opportunity to bend, fold, and mutilate the scholarly belongings of people I don’t like when nobody would know that it was I who did it, I refrain. This is good because it’s means that I’m not actually irredeemably evil.
I am the only graduate I know who’s coming back for a full year though. Even those who didn’t graduate are finishing their courses and leaving after first semester. In related news, the assholes who dropped out last year are skipping class so much that they’re both failing and will have to remain in high school forever. Remember: they’re not assholes because they dropped out, they dropped out because they’re assholes.
In other news they found a corpse in the empty patch of land between our school and the mall. There’s nothing but grass and telephone towers there, so you’d think someone would have noticed it before now, but it is the sort of place that you don’t really look at. I heard the body had been there for a few days too. When they came to take it away the police were wearing red vests, which I’m told means missing person. It’s likely the guy with the head injury. Something had happened to him at university and he was brain-damaged; he came home on the Thanksgiving weekend and went out shopping with his mother. He’d wanted to walk home from the mall and even though she wasn’t comfortable with it she let him. I guess she’s going to hate herself forever now. It’s so very, very sad.
In happier (and nerdier) news, because something to take one’s mind off that is needed, I’m forcing F to play WoW. She made a Night Elf warrior and I made a Draenei priest. She seems to like it, and R is getting interested as well. She’ll need an internet connection first though.
I guess that all I have to say right now. I’m tired and shall be going to bed.
