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SCHOOL IS OUT, MOTHERFUCKERS.

NO MORE 9 HOUR DAYS, NO MORE QUESTIONABLE FOOD, NO MORE EVIL TEACHE- well, wait a minute, I still got college... nm.

BUT STILL!

My class basically spent the day either skipping or goofing off. They made me sing the Star-Spangled Banner for them. I think less than half of the Amercian population knows all the words to that song. Good thing I'm one of them, hunh?

And I got a note from a friend that made me feel really good. She said that I completely changed her idea of the typical American, after being offended by the media and our idiot politicians. Someone now thinks better of America because of me. That. Thats really nice to hear, you know?

Sometimes, though, I feel like a selfish asshole because I don't get teary during big goodbyes. I'm not really sentimental, period. Its really strange. I actually will get excited/scared/sad/whatever a few days before the big event. And then once the big upheaval occurs, I'm like, 'Alrighty then. Enough wibbling, lets do this!'

Although, somehow? I don't think my homecoming thing can really be experianced ahead of time. So I may just drop like a shot bird the moment I realize that everyone around me is speaking English.

But anyway. French school was never my favorite thing, but this one beat the Catholic school I had to attend in September by a fucking landslide. The 9 hour days were rough, and while it got easier to ignore, you never really forgot. I thought I was going to die at the start of it, and there were days in the later months where I wasn't any less convinced. But this school gave me my network of friends, and really, gave me less class hours. I was there for 9 hours, but I never had class all the day. Sure, the library ladies grated on my nerves, and some days, air molecules grated on my nerves. But all in all, school wasn't too bad.

THANK GOD ITS DONE.

So. I've bid my friends goodbye, because chances are good that I'll never see them again. And when the final bell rang, I ran like hell.

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