I No Longer Have Finals Now To Do

For those of you who are slightly less versed in the art of literary sentence construction than I (for I am, indeed, quite skilled), I would like to point out that the title of this blog post is written in iambic pentameter.

I WROTE AN ENTIRE SOLILOQUY TODAY IN IAMBIC PENTAMETER.

Man oh man, school is DONE. We have the requisite day-after-finals tomorrow, but after that we're home free home. It's an amazing feeling. I made it through sophomore year. I made it through sophomore year. Dude, I don't want to incessantly toot my own frigging horn, but I am feeling a little proud of myself right now. Because guess what?

I made it through sophomore year.

Finals were full of suckage, but what else is new? Chem had 80 questions, about a third of which we were actually taught how to answer, but this teacher always gives impossible exams and curves them greatly, so that's okay. French was 160 questions--yes, I did type that right, 160 fucking questions I know right what the hell--but I guess I studied all right, because while it wasn't EASY easy, it was much better than I thought it would be. Lit was a walk in the park, and when I say a walk in the park, I mean a merry promenade through a park full of ponies and kitten-butterflies and cheerful leprechauns. It ended with me writing a soliloquy for Lady Macbeth's death completely in iambic pentameter, which, me being the dork that I am, makes me feel so badass. Oh, and my photo final? Include cupcakes and getting out of school an hour early. Gotta love photo.

On a slightly less giddy note: this year has been NUTS. Loads of sucky stuff, loads of awesome stuff, a fair amount of nondescript stuff, and a kilo of pure silliness. I got closer to old friends, made new ones, and lost some of both. I suffered through being a tree and missing my cues in Once on this Island, had the world's most amazing tech experience and playwrighting triumph in Sakuntala and the Ring of Recollection, and narrated and rediscovered old friendships in Things Fall: Meanwhile. I became sort of enamored with French Revolution history, suffered through Acting & Play Study sans the acting, was disappointed with my final algebra grade, kicked ass in Photography, hated chem and French with a passion, and found one of my favorite teachers ever in high school during lit. I celebrated my best friend's 2-year anniversary with her boyfriend, my dad and stepmom's 1-year anniversary, several birthdays, and my own little victories that are for me to know about and everyone else to guess at. I had a relationship, ended it, felt guilty, moved on. I had random hook-ups that will bear no more mention here. I sang, I wrote, and I wrote songs. I can't even remember the earlier part of the year very well...and now I'm losing hold of this half.

Wow.

Shit has happened this year. This summer, I hope, will be good. I'm gonna do my best to make sure it is. And next year, when I'm a junior with three AP classes, no freshmen, a mentoring program, hopefully a job, and a million other new experiences, who knows how things will seem. Good, bad, purple, whatever.

A friend of mine always tells me I'm too negative. And I know she's right. I'm gonna try to make her wrong this next year. This next year...I'm going to stop wanting things and start doing things. I'm going to commit. I'm going to grow. And I'm going to do everything I can to make the world around me more awesome. By typing these words, I make the promise to myself. I can delete them, never look at them again, forget them...but they're here. And the person I've always tried to be honest with is myself. I don't want to break my promises in the future. Here's to honesty, determination, awesomeinity, and kitties. Always kitties.

It's gonna be a crazy, crazy time, guys. For all of us. So sit back, put on a pretty bib with a sheep on it, and ready yourself for Summer 2009. I can sum it up in a single word: GAH.