Well kids, we did it. We are high school graduates. How does it feel?

On my end, I'm pretty damn happy. I love the fact that we can no longer be called "high schoolers." That's the coolest feeling in the world for me right now. Though I am quite excited for the future and all of the adventures therein...I'm also apprehensive about it. It's always scaring going into something new, leaving everything you've known and come to expect behind. I'm going to miss the camaraderie of the friendships I have made and become comfortable with over thirteen years. However, since my future's so bright I've gotta wear a radiation suit, I guess I'll make it.

I've got a signed diploma...that was the first thing I did when I got it...I checked. :) *giggle* Did you guys? Granted, we all looked at it and made cracks about the signature...but I seriously CHECKED. I couldn't believe that it was actually happening, so I had to make sure that they weren't attempting to keep me back or somethin'. Yay for anxiety! :)

Well, that's about it, folks. We're FREE!

~Lana~

Congratulations, graduates, on this momentous achievements! Amongst all the hustle and bustle of recpetions and parties, great-aunts and long lost friends, don't forget what you've accomplished here. We've made it through thirteen years of the public school system. We're done with high school. Done. With high school. *tries to do a happy dance, but breaks ankle*

I'm wasting time before I scamper off to my room to change for tonite's grand ceremonies. This is probably the last post I'll write as a high school senior. The next time I write... I'll be an alumni. A figurative adult. A degree-carrying woman of age. Then why am I so ansty about post-graduation?!?

I think the "post" stuff is what I'm worried about the most. For the majority of high school, I didn't have to worry about being pressured to do something I didn't want to do b/c none of my friends have ever really been in to hitting the gravel pits. Yeah, I'm curious too... but I'm also extremely paranoid. I want to have fun, but maybe I'm too much of a prude to have fun. Hell, who gives a shite anyway. I'm graduating, right?

*checks signature*
Manda

I got an e-mail from my roomie today, and she goes to high school in one of the Minneapolis suburbs... she says that her school is SOOOO big that they have to rent the Target Center for graduation. THE TARGET CENTER! *bulging eyes* She said that if the T-Wolves beat the Lakers, they'll have to find a new place for commencement. This just amuses me so very, very much.

So... we're done with high school. We haven't technically graduated yet, but we're done with high school. We are done. With high school. Done. High School. *shakes head* Nope, still hasn't sunk in yet. Maybe one of these years I'll realize that I'll never eat another school lunch again. *devilish grin*

The other other,
Manda

Well, let me be the first to say this... Lana/Lequicia, it takes a lot of courage to let yourself change your mind on something like this. I know it wasn't easy, but as long as you think this is the best for you, we're here to support you. And you'll definitely kick our asses in sports, if UND even plays Morris.

I think everyone needs to change their mind about a serious college-related plan at least once. I've already got one under my belt (choosing Morris over Lawrence), but I might be due for a couple more. God knows how many times I'm going to switch my major. Geology, anyone?

I have a collective scrapbook of writing to put together by Thursday, a movie to edit by Thursday, a Chemistry final and a Pre-Calc final to take all by Thursday... I ONLY HAVE THREE DAYS LEFT OF SCHOOL, CAN I SLUFF OFF AT LEAST ONCE!

Well, I suppose that writing here instead of working on any/all of these things right now could be considered sluffing off, right? :-)

We're headed for angry weather,
Manda

So...*awkward smile*...hi.

I guess I should really excommunicate myself from this blog, huh? Brett, since I haven't gotten to talk to you lately, I guess I'll fill you in via blogger, though it's really not the form of communcation I would've preferred. I am officially accepted and going to UND. Surprise surprise! I had been waiting to talk to you two in private (ie, NOT around a constant group of peers/friends) so that we could actually TALK about this, but I've kind of just given up. I took an opportunity to talk with Manda in as close to a private situation as is possible in Pre-Calc.

I don't know how you two feel about this, maybe I won't know, but I guess it's really not right for me to be a member of a blog dedicated to future cougars when I'm a traitor to feline kind. ;) I am, in fact, now a native american...oh goody. ;) Ah well, not going to the school for the mascot, I'm going for the program.

So...excommunicate me in whatever ritual you see fit. I'm strong. ;)

~Lequicia~

*pester*pester*housing*SEND IT!*pester*pester*

I don't have too much to say, otherwise. I kinda wish that I had taken the initiative to apply for more scholarships, b/c I can't win something I don't apply for, right? It'd also be nice, from a time management point of view, to have my psycho skating mom fill out my applications for me. That way, I'd be raking in all the money by only signing the dotted line!

Unfortunately enough for my lack of integrity, my mom frequently asks me to proofread/edit/write her little notes and minutes that she does for skating and whatnot, so having her write my essays would be just a bit irrational.

I'm talking to one of my Class of 2003 skater friends, and she said that "College isn't that great... I miss high school, I never thought I'd say that." I want to tell her, "Hey, I totally understand where you're coming from... but you're going to a technical college for nursing thirty minutes away, and I'm going to Morris... and it DOESN'T smell like beets!" but I kept quiet. No need to upset anyone before they come to my reception, eh?

Toga! Toga! Toga!
Manda

I reeeaally need to send off my housing info. I feel like such a procrastinator. Oh well.

So, UMM has received my presence only twice, but I already feel like it enjoys me. I enjoy it. It's symbiosis, if you will. I like the layout of the campus, I think, and I like the atmosphere even more. It just seems so friendly, so inviting, so we-don't-smell-like-a-barn-slash-beet-plant. Oh the joy of it all.

Now that the banquet is over, *kicks wall*, I am waiting on, let's think, four scholarships. One is through Subway, two are crappy ones through the HS, and the other is through the National Association of Retired Federal Employees. Maybe I can still rack up some money. I could really use the help; we'll see how it goes. I'm rooting for everyone else's fiscal adventures, too, by the way.

Arts Banquet is tonite. Oh joy of joys. It's gotta be better than the athletic banquet... as in I hope we don't have too many awards for "outstanding moral character," or lack thereof if you know what I mean.

*sigh* It's frustrating sometimes, seeing people like that being rewarded for behavior that are less than admirable. It's also frustrating hearing about other certain people's MOTHERS winning $4,000 scholarships... I say mothers b/c this certain person doesn't actually do any of her own applications, essays included. I realize I don't have any control over what these people do in their lives, but what's the use in keeping my integrity if I'm not even going to get an honorable mention?

Mom always says, (*snicker*, Gump pun) when I complain to her about these people, that they'll get what's coming to them in the future. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow... but eventually they will be reckoned with. And I don't have control over that, it's out of my hands. Perpsective is fun and all that... but my patience is a little worn.

Sell out,
Manda

I got a happiful letter in the mail from Morris today. Turns out, I'm in the Creative Writing class I wanted. Woot and a half! The excitement level for college has increased ever-so-slightly. AND XL twin sheets are on sale for $19.99 at JCPenny's. AND I'm getting my graduation blue jean quilt from the church next week. I'm excited about that, I've been looking forward to getting that quilt since I was in 2nd grade! I should probably talk to my roomie about lofting our beds. I saw a loft in a view book that looked realy nice. It was metal, which I think is required by the school... I enjoy that, as long as I get to be on the floor. I'm just a little acraphobic, don't you know.

We graduate in 27 days! TWENTY-SEVEN DAYS! Be happy, kiddos, be happy! Don't be a fool like me and make such a happy time miserable! I have nothing but love for you kids! Nothing but love... well, and maybe a few mini-pretzels, but that's it!

Send in the fam,
Manda