This post is long overdue, but I knew if I wrote it in the midst of my JC/the seniors graduating I would write a depressing account of events that no one would enjoy reading (except maybe Henry since he hates happiness!)So I'm writing this entry now, as I'm in a bit of a better mood, and it will be the last for a while since I leave tomorrow to be a camp counselor in Pennsylvania. Yes, the east coast. I'm sure I'll feel Henry's brooding, intellectual presence everywhere.
Although it's been 26 days since the class of 2010 graduated, life after them hasn't felt much different. But this is because I've been in San Francisco, far away from any nostalgia the Stevenson campus could conjure up, enveloped in a figurative (and also, quite literal) fog that prevents me from seeing what life back at school will really be like. I'm sure come September I'll be hit with a ton of bricks upon my return to Stevenson. However, I'm planning on spending my time finishing college applications, doing homework, and writing music. Yes, I realize how antisocial that all sounds, but I'm sure I'll end up on the occasional DMC run with Maggie and Raven and the gang!
I'm actually dealing with not being a prefect next year. My mom is excited for me to come home every weekend, and I'm excited not to have to sit in the common room pointlessly for study hall twice a week. It'll also give me a lot of time to catch up on my thousands of stupid trashy TV shows, the newest addition being Pretty Little Liars, a show about 4 teenage girls who don't dress or act their age, and have a dead friend who sends them text messages from the grave. And since I don't have to be in my room until midnight, maybe I'll kick everyone out of the common room every weekend to watch Saturday Night Live.
Yes, it's going to be the best senior year ever.
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