Thursday, May 31, 2007

Last Day of School

So sad. I don't want the seniors to leave! They're so awesome. I shall be very very sad. I have one exam next week on Monday. Graduation is next Friday, the 8th. Kristin and I are the junior officers; we get to lead in the seniors and the pledges and usher/get the teachers/parents out. We had practice for the stuff yesterday and today. Kristin and I got to be surrogate parents for when they were practicing reading their life verse, getting their diploma/pictures taken and then coming down front to hug their parents and hand them the diploma/roses. We got hugged by some of the girls. And Sam. It was so funny. Kristin and I decided that Andrew wasn't our son; he was most definitely adopted. *sadness* I'll miss them so, so much. Yesterday at church, it was Graduation Celebration, where all the seniors sit up front facing everybody else at all decorated-up tables and wear party hats. They got presents. Then everybody talked about their favorite or funny memories of them. Then they told their favorite memories. Then they gave wisdom to us younger folk. Pastor Dave wrote a poem, or something of that sort, like he did last year, telling about each senior and stuff. This year, it was entitled The Odyssey of Senior Lore 2007. I am sorta bored, so I will proceed to type out some of it. Lend me thine ears oh young and foolish of thought Much passes of time - and time passes much The great years of our Lord 2002 to 2007 What has passed is not now gained - but what was gained has not yet passed A clergy of youth twas I, bold and naive The youth thus hither to had been astrayed The winds of immaturity and temptation howling What would become of those young - passing to the new Now I doth again bequeath to thine attentive ears [[15 similar stanzas about seniors]] So may we rise to meet the challenge laid before us by so large and noble a group Tis nobler to learn from greatness and build upon it than to tear it down It was the best of times, it was the best of times Their impact on our lives, lifelong, or at least through the next fer weeks Their memory, though now fading, burning on digital camera prints forever So may it be as it was and evermore shall be - it cannot be again, but may again rise to be so, Though it may be hence a year from now David Burman II-the thirtieth day of the month of may in the year of our Lord and Savior two thousand and seven It only took him 35 minutes to write. PD's insanely amazing. Also, at the beginning of everything, there was a slideshow. And ice cream cake. Some unforeseen evil is strangling the speed at which mine internet doth travel. Speaking like that is fun. And mildly educational. I'm a senior. Sorta. How scary. Have not received my freaking book report back yet, Miss Reeves. The school year is over. So dumb. Today, I brought my camera to school to show Mr. Wright to make sure I could use it for photography class which I plan on taking next year. So I took a bunch of pictures throughout the day. TJ did too. Alot. Of himself. He was in the process of doing so third period when the tornado alarm thingie started ringing. He took pictures of our journey downstairs. They're pretty funny. In history, everybody presented their made up governments. We got do bid on qualities for our society, like power or financial security or health or knowledge, then we made seals and flags and mottos and anthems and prepostambles and outlines of governmental system-types. TJ and Nate and Stephanie and I were in a group. Our country/planet/whatever was all one huge house, like literally, everything communal like. Communalism, it is called. Motto is "Speak softly, live in a big house. Because some people might be sleeping." Anthem was Come on-a My House, a really strange song from the 50's sung by Rosemary Clooney. Mostly just repeats "Come on to my house, I'm gonna give you ____" candy, a pear, a Christmas tree, an "easta egg". Also says "I like your hair". Our flag was a door. Rotated 90 degrees from a normal flag shape, thus resulting in the doorness. Had a room number and handle on it. Also a doggy door. The seal was sweet. Big, big house sitting on top of the earth with wings, like bird wings, symbolizing the house's wings as in expansionized sections. Fun, fun stuff. That is the last class we shall ever have with Mr. Spickler. Was his last year teaching here, after 19 years. Also for Mr. Townsend. Except for the 19 years part. 5 years. Will miss them and Deanna very much next year. Deanna's joining the Marines. And all the seniors. Waah. The fact that school's done is surreal, that I won't ever see any of the seniors in class or the hallways again. I'm sad. I'll still be able to see some of them, yeah. At church Wednesday nights through the end of the summer. But a lot of them are going off to college at Cedarville or BBC or Bob Jones or somewhere. Email and instant messaging and facebook and myspace too. But they suck compared to actually seeing/talking to them almost daily. I hate change.

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