So a lot of things have been going on lately for me. Especially since my final year of secondary school has come to an end. I am about to bombard you with topics now.
Last week was prom, which was a wonderful event, far better than last year's where I got sick and had to leave. They played mostly rap music, which was not very appealing but it was made up for by the fact that I got to wear the poofiest dress ever and my best friend Toria got to go with me. As usual the food was awful and the water tasted of all the minerals and toxins you could possibly get out of a tap. But there was a chocolate fountain and I voted for Harold Saxon as Prom Queen. Despite all the things that aren't great at prom, getting to hang out with some of the best people in the world really makes up for it.
After-prom then consisted of playing Apples to Apples, making cake and sleeping in odd and painful-in-the-morning positions on the couch at my friend Emily's house. I love how tame our parties are compared to what media thinks we do at after-prom.
Thursday this week was the Senior Trip, we went out to Boston and hung out at Faneuil Hall Marketplace. I got bubble tea there, I absolutely can't stand bubble tea and the first time I ever had it I thought someone had put fish eyes in it. I still call them fish eyes and I like to get it now just because of the nostalgia of my first time having it.
Also, FINGER PUPPET TROTSKY! I walked around with him everywhere. I looked for a Stalin one so that they could have political puppet debates, but making a Stalin puppet would be worse than making a Hitler puppet, so I'm not surprised that there weren't any.
Oh, SL History, what have you done to me? I have decided that I have learned too much communist history over the past two years.
We then went on a short cruise where we stood next to the Harwich school seniors who were dressed in suits and the shortest neon color dresses I have ever seen, while we were in sweaty jeans and tees. Lovely contrast.
Something I thought was interesting happened on the cruise as well. All of us Sturgis students literally evacuated for the upper decks because the Harwich students became very rude and loud on the dance floor. But that didn't stop me from trying to have fun. I ended up teaching another girl how to tango, at least the basic steps of it so that we could invade the rap music downstairs with something classy when some Harwich students decided to make a comment along the lines of "Ew, Sturgis is full of lesbians."
I had three reactions, first confusion, second annoyance, third trolling. Sturgis has been such an open and accepting school that I completely forgot that homophobia to any degree existed. I was confused as to why two girls dancing with each other having a good time suddenly made us lesbians. Thirdly my friend Emily decided to react by creating a polygamous lesbian relationship, to which we added multiple people throughout the cruise, and I decided to tango with as many girls as possible because they are my friends and dancing shouldn't automatically bring into question our sexualities.
Finally, yesterday was my high school graduation! It was held outside by the harbor since we have neither a gymnasium or other venue large enough, we have two hallways, we're tiny. We all wore navy blue caps and gowns. I waited forever for all the speakers to finish their hour long speeches.
Have you ever noticed how whenever there are speeches involved the listeners are always trying not to fall asleep, the people who make speeches try not to fall asleep when they are made to listen I bet too, so why not have mercy on us all and cut to the chase already?
Our executive director talked most of all, mostly about school rank, the atrocity of a new school that they are building, himself and least of all the graduating class. He made a speech before and after every speaker and lord he is the worst speaker of them all.
Finally we got to the actual diplomas, which I rejoiced at, and our names were all called alphabetically row by row. And if you want to talk about procrastination, we waited until this very moment to pull our senior prank. Sturgis has a tradition of signing into a ship's log as a freshman and signing out of the log as a senior at the end of the metaphorical voyage, our assistant director, Mr. Marble manned the book. It was a small prank but we decided to play on his name. All ninety-one of us carried a marble secretly and as we all went up to sign the book and shake his had he started getting left with marbles. Another student left him a jar as a mercy and all throughout the giving of diplomas and signing there was the constant clink of another marble falling into Mr. Marble's jar. We thought it was hilarious, everyone else was confused.
I then went out to dinner with my friend Toria and we ate cream puffs as big as your face! It was incredible and I felt quite fat afterward. She gave me this lovely silver starfish necklace that I absolutely adore.
So that's been the past two weeks. I'm done with high school now. I guess I'm officially a college student now? I'm not quite sure, but I'm happy and excited. Leaving Sturgis doesn't bother me, a lot of those people I wasn't close enough to in order to really miss them and the ones I am close to will stay in tough and hang out with me. Most of us are going to colleges that all happen to be near-ish to each other so visiting will never be a problem. I'm ready.
No way - I did an almost identical prank for my senior year! Except the principal's name had nothing to do with it, and they were those flattened marbles that are used for decoration. Yours seems more thought out, with someone bringing up a jar too, ours was just "oh no, we haven't done a senior prank!" as we were lining up for graduation :P
ReplyDeleteAh, sounds like you've been having lots of fun! Congrats on graduating! :)
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