So today was my last day of school, among other things. As a 9th grader, it meant that we released over 100 baloons into the air with wishes for the future, etc. (and probably will kill over 100 birds) And there was a video of a bucnh of pictures we sent in, baby pictures, kid pictures. It was cool.
And so after they got through with all of the awards and formal stuff, they had all of the teachers go down to say goodbye to us freshmen, and I hugged all of the 'good' teachers. And I was doing just fine until I hugged the Yearbook Editor/mentor who I've worked with all my junior high years and she goes, "You'll do great next year Jessica. You're a good girl, you're a good girl."
I walked away and felt my throat doing that painful thing it does before you start crying, and then my face did that crumpling thing that it does when you start crying. And then I cried. I wasn't going to, but I did.
It felt interesting, because it was very out of charactor for me.
There is a rather long and humerous story about bus stops and red robin that goes along with this, but i am soooo tired. and i have to go shopping and pack for my Montana trip. So i'll leave it at that and tell you more tomorrow.
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Apparently you posted after I checked your page to see if you posted.
So I missed it. But I'm here now [a day late :c Sorry.] so let's do this thing.
Your graduation thing was so much better than mine... Considering I didn't get one haha. The only time we celebrate graduating from one grade to another around here is the 12th grade. And whatever year you graduate from college [obviously]. Back in California they celebrated other graduations. But I don't live there anymore.
I'm glad it was... Well you never said it was nice, you said it was cool, but from what I can pick out, it sounded rather nice c: & I'm also glad you had good teachers to hug. 'Cos sometimes all of your teachers were so horrible you just feel like throwing eggs at them or something, not hugging them. I always end up with good teachers except for like, one. Every year. It's a trend.
Did you mean that crying was out of character for you, or that crying in public after being hugged by a good teacher/mentor was out of character? Just wondering.
Congrats, grad. c:
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