graduation

"Your feet may leave home, but your heart never will." That was the theme of this year's graduation at my high school-- the graduation I was supposed to be taking part in but wasn't allowed because one of my parents refused to allow me to graduate early.

But not being allowed to graduate doesn't stop me from going to the commencement ceremony and seeing all of my friends, some old and some new, enter a new phase in their lives, some of them leaving forever.

My friends Steph and Brandon, as well as my infamous ex TJ, are all leaving for the military extremely soon. TJ leaves in September, Steph with him, for the Air Force training base in Texas. Brandon gets shipped out in less than a month for Marine Corps basic training. He enlisted as active, so as soon as he's done, they're shipping him out to parts unknown, ready to be used as a pawn and most likely die for a tumultuous and hypocritical cause.

I'm free of Bowmore!

Just in time, too. They're making horrible changes to the school, turning science into a homeroom subject and making it so there's an art teacher for the eights and the sevens. The bonus is art all year... the minus is the eights get a horrid teacher.

I'm surprised. A lot of the other grade eights apparently cried at grad, but I wasn't even THERE to cry. I skipped the dance to go out of town and watch Pirates of the Caribean. Not something I regret.

The people I will miss are all in grade seven. I'm going to the same school as one of my friends, and in grade ten I'll be going to Rosedale-which is where ALL my Giftie friends are going. So yay.

Last year I was in grade six. I was in an awful school situation. But that's not what I want to talk about right now-although I will cover aspects of it later.

None of the girls in grade six at that school did not fit in to one of three categories:
-Tom boys
-Teacher's Pet
-Outcasts

Most of us fit into at least two of the above. There are only two or three I can think of that weren't tom boys out of twenty.

We went to graduation. Three girls refused to wear a skirt, namely me, Zahra, and Maddie. We were all good friends. On and off, me and Zahra were half-friends because of a little incident involving police officers. A very, very awful experience.