11 days until I graduate from high school. Holy freaking Buddha have mercy upon me moly. Initially, I was all like "yeah whatevs, so glad to be out of this place, can't wait to start a new place, NOT GON CRY, HATERS GON HATE, POTATOS GON POTATE ETC ETC"
but this past week has certainly reaffirmed my love for my cohort and my school. The cherry blossoms, the baby goats, the library, the chicken tender rolls, THE LIST GOES ON. And last night, I spent about 2 hours reading a thread on the Year 12 Yearbook page, where there's close to 800/900 comments, detailing all the memorable moments my grade went through from 2007 - 2012. And I'm going to admit, that recent events have got me feeling a lil sentimental yo.
Lets take the 6th of September, for example. I finished History Extension at 5, and half an hour later, I was painted blue and wearing brown pieces of cloth, ready to get into Mel's car to win Best Dressed at Hurlstone's Trivia Night. Even though I was slightly uncomfortable, PMSy, hungry, and cold, I had an amazing night, and the HAHS2012 love was defs up in da ayer :')
And then there was my BFFL, Marie;'s, 18th beeday the following night. It was such a chill night, just hanging with peeps, and eating. I saw AND TOUCHED Wendy's car...BUT THE BEST PART IS IT'S NAME IS KLAUS. KLAUS, LIKE KLAUS BAUDELAIRE, ONLY THE NAME OF EVERYONE'S CHILDHOOD, APART FROM THE NAME LEIF, HARRY AND ARTHUR FBDSHJFBSHDJFDS.
so now I'm actually getting a tad sad. I don't want to leave. This whole year I've been so engrossed and fed up with my studies, that I didn't take the time to appreciate what little, precious time I have left. I'm going to take pictures with all of my fave year 11's. Hold and pat the animals one last time. Hug all my teachers. Have a picnic on Clarke House lawn. Put paint handprints with my group on our brick wall at the Year 12 noticeboard aka where my lads and I hang and bum around.
it's such a bittersweet ending. High school has treated me far too well, but yet I'm nervous yet excited about what the rest of my life has in store for me. I can wake up whenever I want, and choose what I want to do. I'm no longer tied to routine and being spoon fed. I will always come back to Hurlstone though, to watch the musicals and pop in the say hi to my teachers. But I think the best gift I could give to Hurlstone, in return for all it has done for me, is to be happy, and lead a life that I am proud of. And get them a nice ATAR so they look good hehehe 8)
Until next time, where I may or may not be a high school graduate. Love you all :)
