The Elite Eight Days of A Senior: Day Eight

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

I have taken upon myself to write about my last week + a day as a senior. I write a great deal on my own, but, sadly, rarely do I have the time to actually post anything that I compose on this lovely blog. My original intentions were to do the last dozen days, however inclimate weather (Now THAT's an understatement if I've ever seen one), addressing the ever so important documents that tell all my distant relatives that I've never met that I am graduating high school, and tidbits of homework here and there have stopped me from being able to pursue this project more aggressively.

I woke up this morning after having slept through a great storm. Last night were the Spotlight Awards for the Drama Department at school. On my way home, my main way home and next two options were made of flooded streets. It took me about 30 minutes to get home from school, which may not sound bad. However, when you take into account that I only live 10 minutes from school, that's a bit excessive. I woke up being unsure of the how accessible school was. My mother unfortunately assured me that the roads were likely mostly clear. However the right lane of Quince was still covered, but it didn't affect me because I do not drive down Quince to come to school. On the way to school, I listened to the new Foo Fighters album Wasting Light which my boyfriend was kind enough to lend to me the previous weekend. It was great. I cannot wait until the concert in May.
Anywho, I went to Bible. We're having those ever so fun sex talks. Isn't that awesome? And we often discuss the recent abundance of storms and Mr. Knight's recently acquired fear of them. In Government, Mr. Pritchard was not even supposed to be there, but he was there! He said the funeral he had planned on attending was postponed due to weather. It's not like the corpse is in a rush. He then informed us of this: "It's supposed to be sunny tomorrow, if we make it." We watched CNN Student News and chortled at the traditional Carl Azuz puns. Pritchard then proceeded with notes. However the sky grew darker and darker out. At one point, he said he was uncomfortable teaching in front of a large dark window so he decided to check the forcast. Class ended. I walk into the halls as usual, go to my locker and then to Speech class.
We are giving speeches right now on whatever topic we so choose to speak on. I had given my speech on photography on Tuesday. Today we continued with speeches. A great number of students were absent, so they were immediately assumed to have been skipping school. While this is likely the case with some of the students, I am positive that some of them actually are sick like they claim they are, believe it or not.

After Speech, came Chapel. Today was Spiritual Mentors chapel and I invited my Youth minister and father. My mother also came because the chorus was supposed to perform. I waited for my father to arrive for about twenty minutes. I never found him. However my mother and I sat towards the back of the auditorium so as to be easily spottable. He never found me, but apparently he was there. Chorus could not perform due to an unexpectedly long program and someone other than our direction made that decision.

I went to English. We tested over Wuthering Heights. It was truly riveting. Then sirens went off right after class ended. There was mass confusion, but we all ended up going to lunch anyways.

In Journalism, we are created hypothetical yearbook themes, covers, endsheets, division pages, and folios. I enjoy it a great deal. The big yearbook reveal is coming up soon. I'm excited.

In Acappella, we continue to prepare for our concert.

In Humanities, we watched Art 21 videos about modern artist. the videos are very intruiging.

I headed home after seventh period frivolocity in the J-lab. I addressed more Graduation announcements then picked up Noah from track practice. I had tacos for dinner. I made a short, but very happy call to my boyfriend. Then I picked up Denise and we, along with Noah, went to Germantown Church of Christ for one of our last Wednesday night performances. We did fairly well. We sang Nata Lux for the first time and I thought it was pretty good for a first time.

I arrived home a short bit ago, free of flooded roads and with a great deal of exhaustion.

And that was day eight.