Tuesday, 31 May, 2005

Friday was my last day of school. And I spent the entire day with "It's the end of the world as we know it" on repeat in my brain. Also, my den-mother heart was watching all the young junior highers going, "they can't handle senior high. My brother will be KILLED at a public school. I don't know why I'm so crazy. Is anyone actually deluded enough to think I'm going to make it thru one? I know everyone who knows I'm not coming back thinks I'm going to get pregnant, hooked on pot, and commit suicide all in the first month of public school. And then I think about all my youngling friends from Stevens Point Christian Academy and how I will never be able to handle the social levels of senior-hood because I have spent the last 17 years of my life watching out for those who are younger than me, and living at their level of 'break your coccyx and eat, you fat lard.'