That's it, it's over! I did it! ...okay, so all I've done is finish high school. Good job, congrats, pat on the back, move on. You're not done yet.
In some ways, the huge fuss over high school graduation makes me laugh. In our society today, it's expected that you make it through secondary school. And yet when people do so, everyone makes a huge deal about it and relatives send you loads of money. ...I'm not complaining. But still, graduation ceremonies amuse me.
I was the Valedictorian (/mini party in celebration of my awesome /no i'm not arrogant /jkjkjk) so I had to give the Valedictory Address and all, and it really wasn't that bad! I wasn't even nervous, which was a first for me. I think it's because standing up there, looking at my 10 precious classmates with whom I've spent at least half my 17 - soon to be 18 - years, it really was the closing of an important part of my life. That's my favorite thing about going to such a small school - I have a family there, and I'm really going to miss it. There's nothing like walking into the classroom and seeing those 10 people arguing over the smallest things, or that one person who always sang "Friday" in Rhetoric class when we were all stressed with Senior Thesis, or all those little moments that just make me smile. I'm going to miss all my wonderful teachers/mentors/friends, who cared enough to pray with me and eat with me and go easy on me (sometimes). I'm going to miss the lounge couches, my best friends during lunchtime. Most comfy couches ever.
Being sentimental is strange.