Is anyone quite as surprised as me? I'm in Utah - in the same country - and I think I'm experiencing more culture shock than I did in Germany.
See, I'm a mormon. I've always been a mormon. I belong to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and I would recommend it, I really would. But the Mormon Church and mormon culture are two totally different things. Seriously.
On a happier note, this is my library. It is awesome. We call him Harold.
Sunday, September 26
Friday, May 7
Abschluss der Schule
This is it!
Graduation.
Honestly, I'm not all that excited to walk across a stage and be all, hey guess what the state says I don't have to show up next year!!!!
But I am excited to walk across the same stage that all of my oldest friends are walking across. There's something to be said for growing up in a class like mine. Most of the boys are idiots, and obviously I've never found any of them particularly dateable. But then, I guess most boys are idiots in general. :) There's very little separation between friend circles - all of us are friendly acquaintances of all the others. I speak generally; yet, I have always felt at home and comfortable in any classroom filled with those in my grade. I guess having been there when we were learning how to hold scissors lends a sense of camaraderie that I'm very very grateful for, and that I respect for the rare and precious thing it is.
My countdown to graduation is not one of anticipation, but one of an impending deadline. So much to do!
Graduation.
Honestly, I'm not all that excited to walk across a stage and be all, hey guess what the state says I don't have to show up next year!!!!
But I am excited to walk across the same stage that all of my oldest friends are walking across. There's something to be said for growing up in a class like mine. Most of the boys are idiots, and obviously I've never found any of them particularly dateable. But then, I guess most boys are idiots in general. :) There's very little separation between friend circles - all of us are friendly acquaintances of all the others. I speak generally; yet, I have always felt at home and comfortable in any classroom filled with those in my grade. I guess having been there when we were learning how to hold scissors lends a sense of camaraderie that I'm very very grateful for, and that I respect for the rare and precious thing it is.
My countdown to graduation is not one of anticipation, but one of an impending deadline. So much to do!
- Schoolwise, 4 of my 6 classes are required for graduation. It's not as if I'm afraid I won't pass, but they're legit classes. They're not filler senior classes. The other two are pre-calc and band, and those are no slacker classes either. Accelerated Government - the whole second half of the trimester is a project. Lots and lots of cut-and-pasting, and of course I'm way too much of a perfectionist.
- Graduation itself is too much to do! A party to plan, invitations to mail out, I need some sort of graduation outfit. I need to figure out my dumb printer. I need to call a list of people for various things.
- I need to say goodbye to my home of 4 years. Sure, last year I was pretty AWOL. Nevertheless, Jefferson - Scranton High School is my hometurf. I know it like my own house, and feel equally comfortable. After graduation, I'll have to get a big yellow sticker from the office just to visit. That's alright - I'm an advocate for moving on. I may never get one of those stickers. But the option being closed to me ... sad. Awkward.
- I owe Greiner $10 for that box of reeds.
- Time for college stuff! Thinkin' college, shoppin' college, plannin' college, anticipating BYU. My new home, moreso than any other building has ever been. I mean, my bed will literally be there; I can hang my hats wherever I want.
And to top it all off? I'm doing terribly at getting to bed on time.
Case in point.
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