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?

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Manda