2004: Graduated from the Saint (insert name)

Posted on November 26, 2004. The day I graduated from secondary school.
I came in late but managed to line up and go up on stage. Since my class was the last to go, I ended up sitting on the first row. Didn't even line up in order as I had skipped rehearsals too many times.  It started with the school song that I never sing at all but I sang it since it was the last time I'd be ever singing it, I assume.. And the arrival of the guest of honor, my ex discipline mistress who was promoted to a headmistress. There were speeches by the headmistress, guest of honor, top students of every graduating class. Boring speeches. None of them are debaters, but they have nerd material grades. Then there was a videoclip of comical moments and my class was featured most in it. Lol. Brought back memories of the past and well, it was touching, like the overnight camps, a yearly thing in March.And me trying to pretend like I was Springsteen grabbing the micstand while speaking.  I assume it was during interclass debates 2 years ago during assembly... I remember I wanted to throw the micstand after I went "this motion must and will fall to the opposition."  And it took ages for me to go on stage to receive the cert. I nearly wanted to shout FUCK THIS TOWN IS FOR LOSERS I DID IT, but I didn't cause I'd make a fool out of myself in public. No way I would do so. I actually hugged the guest of honor in sudden impulse and the whole crowd roared and forgot to bow and walked off the stage pumping my fist and punching the air. It took forever with the boring ass concert and shit and we were dismissed, and in the dressing room I screamed FUCK YEAH SPRINGSTEEN I LOVE YOUR MUSIC. Everyone thought I was mad, really. I went off with my friends to the cafeteria and took pictures with the midget teacher, on the hardcourt with my graduation wear. He was like it's five dollars a picture, gave him a handshake and told him thanks. Then I got changed and took more photos with more teachers, which I  might miss. Hah. I got one with the Francis. He looks exactly like Kobe without glasses and if he did shave. Hah. He said he was turning up for the prom and asked me if I was coming cause all the hot male teachers would be there, but I'm like I have other plans (the day before after I cut my hair, I brought a set of formal clothes and bought like 5 minature bottles of jaegermeister from 7 eleven, and 2 1.5 liter bottles of coke and a pack of marlboro menthols...I'm going to sit by the bbq pit downstairs and do what I love...folks and sister have Aunt Manda's kids birthday to attend and I'm not invited. I need it to feel good after these years!!! Then I walked up the stairs to find more people. And got one with Mrs Daphne, my ex literature/teacher in charge of drama and debate aka the only one whom I actually liked, minus the first month when she tore up my research cause I basically printed out 20 articles from the New York Times. She has the exact same camera as my mom.

I can certainly remember that it seemed sec two was a few months ago. I remember screaming at the
headmistress on the second day of school and calling the Francis so many insulting names. And giving names to all the teachers, especially the fat ass art teacher, as Mrs Shaq and tubby white man with breasts without the reeking smell of beer. I still hate her. And writing I love Springsteen, No retreat No surrender, I want to sleep with Derek Jeter and Tino Martinez and Paul O'Neill on the tables I sat on for classes. Good ol times. In sec 4 I skipped a week of class cause the discipline mistress gave me detention for folding my sleeves. Sec two I got suspended for a week for pouring food scraps into the discipline mistress' locker....oh and i cracked two eggs inside....sec 3 I decided to uhh play with fire in the wrong places, burning toilet paper...and a ton of public apologies.