It's coming. Quickly. Too Quickly? Not sure.

So, I officially accepted the offer from Glendon College. I am a student at York, technically. Or will be in the fall.

But, I can't really picture myself yet without the nook, without drama, without the friends that I sit with at lunch.
I can't picture myself without computers lining the hallways, without the 26 minute lunches, without any of that stuff that makes TDCH my high school.

I think when it comes I'll be ready. I'll be ready to move on. But, I just can't wrap my mind around the idea that in 3 more months I'll be out of here.

Miss the most? The teachers. My friends. (Aren't they one and the same after all?)
Won't miss the most? School bus rides, 26 minute lunches.

Sometimes I psych myself out by thinking that I'm in Gr. 12. The way I see myself as a senior, is SO different than how I pictured the Gr. 12's from previous years.

K

There's nothing better than coming home and changing into comfortable clothes. Red plaid pajama pants are my best friend.

Do you ever dream a dream that you end up thinking about that entire day. Definitely happened to me today.

Can someone please tell my why American Idol was not on last night? It just wasn't on! And yesterday was a Tuesday.

Casting for this year's upper-level play in drama was SO much less epic than last year. I'm quite happy with my role though.

I'm officially at one the most exciting times in my life thus far.

I thought I had something intelligent to say in this post. I guess I really don't.

Whatever.

K

Family Day

So, I'm working 5 and a half hours at the pool today. It's alright though because I get time and a half for some of it.

So much for 'Family' day. At least my next pay check will be big. Yay!

I'm out of the lull.
I'm doing better.

What is there really to say?

I'm in such a lull right now. I don't think I've ever had a more boring few days. That, of course, is hyperbole, but you know what I mean.

I'm sleepy. I'm bored. I feel like life is moving in slow motion.
It's funny because, I'm not busy at all, and everyone involved in the play right now (about 90% of my friends from school) is busy out of their minds.

I'm in one of those places again where I just want a hand to hold.
I want a long walk on the shoreline.
I want an arm around the shoulder.
But nobody has shown up yet.
It feels like I'm ready now for something I know is coming a few years from now.
Which probably means that I'm really not ready now.

By the way. I got accepted to Glendon College for the fall semester.
I plan to accept their offer.

K

I'm still waiting for a hand to hold.

This is probably one of my least favourite times of year, in terms of the season.

Christmas is long over, so the novelty of snow is slowly starting to wane.
Now the snow just looks ugly.
It's cold, and it takes forever for spring to show up.

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So, It's Saturday and I have nothing to do tonight. Sometimes I treasure Saturday nights spent alone, but tonight is desperately calling out for some companionship.
I tried to chill with my brother, but he apparently had already planned to have one of those treasured "alone Saturday nights", which by the way I don't hold against him, because everyone needs one of those every once in a while.

I'm trying to figure out how to spend my lovely weekend hours.
Is anyone else tired of simply renting a movie and making macaroni and cheese? Because I am.

K

Thoughts.

I generally begin most of my blog posts with the word "So".

So, I will probably spend the majority of my lunch time this semester asking Mr. Groot, my math teacher, Calculus questions. I spend my entire morning doing math. I begin the the morning, first period, in the actual class. 2nd period I have a spare, in which I do my calculus homework. And then I go back into Mr. Groot's classroom at lunch time for a few minutes to ask him any questions I had about the homework.

I'm trying to figure out if this really bothers me though. I don't think so. I know that there's something deep inside of me that appreciates, and maybe even likes math. I'm good at it, so why shouldn't I like it, you know? Anyways, it pushes my brain out of it's comfort zone. Sitting around in the commons for lunch is getting boring anyways.

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I have a different sense of humour than a lot of my friends. My brother, Jared, and I have realized that most of the time we laugh at the same things. We have the same sense of humour. But some of my friends hold fast to the kind of perverted, sexual humour. And you know what I think about that?

I think it's cheap.
It's incredibly uninteligent, it's rude, and it's uncomfortable.
I want to say, "Come on, like that's never been said before!" All the jokes are the same. And I really have no idea why it's funny.

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I'm realizing that Gr. 12 sets you up for a lower over-all average. You're flying high in Gr. 11 with you're beautiful average, and then Gr. 12 happens, and you have to work your butt off to get an average lower than the average that you got in Gr. 11 (that you didn't have to work hard for).

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So, I'm back in drama. We're in the process of picking the production were going to put on. The class is so huge though, that we'll probably end up doing two plays.
I'm rooting for 'The Importance of Being Earnest' and 'Rumours'. I think...

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I have an 'easier' semester. But it's still a whole ton of work.
Sometimes i'm just tired in general.
And sometimes I'm tired of high school.
I'm tired of getting a detention for going to the bathroom.
Whatever.

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There are still things that I treasure about Gr. 12 though.

K

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