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Tuesday, May 29:

There's nothing quite like entering you school gym at 9:30 in the morning, especially when all last night you were sick and went to bed at about, oh say, one. What's more is the reason. All the seniors returned for a mandatory rehearsal for our graduation tomorrow. Now, strictly speaking, I didn't mind it much. I'm glad we managed to get everything squared away. What I'm not too keen on is how long the thing is going to last tomorrow. Yeah. Three hours, over 500 seniors, on average 10,000 guests...

AND NO A/C. Oh, the JOY. The HUMANITY. burning_eyes

That, and our gowns are a shiny white material (males get a robust, bright red for our Cardinal theme). Eh... white. It's not bad, but I truly think the men should have had black and the females red. The white is sorta... ah, overly bright. Stands out to much.

After the rehearsal I managed to play two rounds of bowling with my friends Liz, Sarah, Jen, Hako and Michael. God, I loved today. Even though I suck at bowling (last time I played was in grade school), being with those guys was the high light of my day. It eased my tensions about the graduation tomorrow.

Two bowling teams with three people each. Hako, Jen and Liz VS Sarah, Michael and I. Can't really say I pulled it strong for the team (14 points my highest, wooooo!), but today I treasured everything. I wouldn't trade this day even if you offered me immortality. Hell no, you couldn't make me forget this memory.

My friends are something special. With out them, I really don't know where or what I'd be doing in my life thus far. They're the ones who put the smile and laughter back in my life... They see a happy, smiling kid all the time. A kid they dub "hippy" (I love that nickname biggrin ). Thing is, they don't realize that when I'm not around my friends, I lose most of that light. They are the number one cause of my happiness.

I hope I can stay in contacts with everyone. That's my fear. When I step out of that graduation hall, I won't see a majority of them ever again. When I turn around and give my final gaze upon the class of 2007 as they sprint on by me, every memory I've had will flood back into my eyes. Will I remember everyone when I leave? Every joke, every laugh, every smile and personality? Will they remember me? What will their lives hold for them?

What will my life become?


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