The End of an Era

Yesterday was my last official day of highschool.

It took me three hours to clean out my four lockers (regular, band, soccer, art).

Wow.

It's done.

I don't know whether I should do cartwheels, or become really, really nervous.

Nervous cartwheels, perhaps?

Hmm.

Well, to think positively, now I no longer have to suffer under Tarazona or Persinger's rule, won't have to ask to go get food or go to the bathroom, receive truancy warnings for not wanting to waste my time in AA, or feel obligated to be a leader in...everything.

To think rather negatively, however, as I am prone to do, I no longer have a structured schedule, which means I actually have to plan things and prioritize, both of which I am not very good at doing, I'm leaving a place in which I actually felt masterful in the arts, a place where people actually looked for me for guidance and asked me my opinions so they could make good decisions.

Well, at least Mr. Leahy and my parents think I'm ready.