Trois-Pistoles

I'm slowly getting very nervous for this up and coming Saturday.

It's hitting me that come Friday morning I'm going to make the 12 hour trip to Trois-Pistoles where I will enter into a world that speaks a language other than the one most comfortable to me. By Saturday afternoon I will have taken a French placement test, said goodbye to my lovely parents, and moved into a house with a family I don't know.

In a way, I'm extremely excited. In another, I'm scared silly.

But, I know I'm ready for it.
And I'm certain that I'm going to have a really amazing time.
But still.
Nothing's worth doing, if there isn't the thrill of a risk.
Life was meant for adventure.
So let's go. Vasy.

Nobody likes being the third wheel.

Well, that's it.

Diploma in hand.
I sang last night, in front of my entire graduating class, the staff at TD, and anyone who attended Commencement last night. Everyone else I know is being nostalgic, so I suppose I should spend some time sharing my thoughts about the night.

It's crazy to think that that was the last time I would sing as a student at TDCH. I've got so many performances under my belt. They all happened in the commons on Friday mornings, or at Talent Nights.

It felt good to stand in that line afterwards shaking a million hands and saying thank you. I feel like I've actually accomplished something incredibly significant. I've realized how much I'm going to miss some of the teachers, and a lot of my friends.

It doesn't feel like I've gotten any closure. But, how do you get any at an event like this? How do you just say goodbye to people you've spent the last four years of your life with. What if they're moving away, leaving the country, going to University. What if it's you that's leaving?
And you hope that somehow you'll be able to stay in touch.

Can I be honest? I think it's really sloppy when people wear jeans and flip flops, or in some cases, barefeet, to go and shake hands with the principal and receive your Diploma. I wish there was a rule about that. Anyways, I looked classy at least. With my high heel purple prom shoes.

Anyways. That's it. I'll go back and visit.
I leave for Quebec in a week. AHHH!
K

High heel purple pumps.

I'm going to wear my Prom dress again for Commencement tomorrow.

Because it matches my shoes, and the shoes are the only thing you see with that big black robe on anyways.
You gotta impress everyone with fantastic shoes. And my prom shoes, well they were fantastic.
So there you go, a perfect explanation.

I am graduating high school tomorrow.
All the marks are in.
Everything's finished.
All that needs to be done is the ceremony.
I'm incredibly proud of myself.
I'm ready.

Let the sun shine.

I went shopping today. All day. Literally.
I left at 9am this morning and walked back into my house at 7pm.
My mom and I went down to Dundas Square to the Eaton Centre and the surrounding stores.
We had a mission. A very specific list of things that we needed/wanted.
And we succeeded in getting all of the things on our list.
That doesn't happen very often.
We went to all the stores we wanted to, and went back again a few times.

It was wonderful because I actually had money to spend.

I love summer.

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And then I went to work for an hour an a half. Lifeguarding.
We had nachos and yummy dip in the guard office.
A farewell snack.

I bought the Eric Hutchinson Album 'Sounds Like This' - It's pretty chill.

I kind of feel like writing something about more serious. But nothing's coming to mind.

Later.

K

Adventures in the Downtown

Now that I'm officially finished school,
I finally had some time to do something other than study!
Here's me and my brother exploring Queen Street.
I'll put more up later.

Last day, last day, last day...

I just keep thinking to myself.

Today is my last day of studying.
Tomorrow is my last exam.
You can do it.

Study days always seem as if you've done absolutely nothing all day long.

Well back to English.

K

p.s. I got 2 french books to read in Quebec this summer! So excited.
Also, I probably plan on posting in French when I blog.
If you don't understand, then... well... I guess you'll just need to find someone who does.

Wet peanut butter.

One of the worst smells in the world is wet peanut butter.

You take the knife you just used to make yourself a peanut butter sandwich and you run it under the tap to clean it off.... that smell... is one of the worst.

K

So let's make a new list

This is what I still need to get done:

Literary Terms Quiz
Vectors Test
Drama Monologue
Vectors Exam
English Exam

That's it, and then I graduate high school.

I'm butt tired of studying for math, but I know that after tomorrow morning when I take the test, I'll feel relieved.

I feel like I'm sprinting toward the end.

K

Last Week

We're all really tired.
We're all really busy.
It's so close now.

So this is what wonderfully tired feels like

Prom's not overrated.

I had a fabulous time.

Manicure/Pedicure
Hair done
Get dressed up
Take fabulous pictures
Feel beautiful in my high heels and dress
Arrive
Smile at everyone, say "You look beautiful"
Eat yummy food
Win a grammy
Dance till my feet hurt
Take a break
Dance some more
Get some water
Dance Dance Dance
Go to After Prom
Go to After After Prom
Have a bonfire
Smores, spider weenies, coke in a glass bottle
Reminisce with best friends about everything and anything
Stay up till it's light outside
Go inside crash on the couch
Sleep for a few hours
Go for an early morning swim
Eat a fabulous breakfast
Go for another swim with friends
Drive home with Rachelle
Walk inside
Find out that I've been awarded a scholarship for next year!
Crash again - sleeeeeeeeeep
And here we are.

Prom is definitely not overrated.

I bought a new camera. I'm hoping that it will encourage me to take more pictures, record more of my life, have fun with photography. I wouldn't get your hopes up though.

One of my friends was watching a whole ton of videos that she recorded on her camera throughout the past four years. They include little snipits of the best parts of high school: Gr. 11 service trip, parties, lunch time in the commons, inside jokes with friends etc.. I'm a little jealous that I'm not such an avid photographer. Maybe I could have taken more pictures, had more videos to remind me of the last four years of my life.

Prom is in 3 days. PROM! It's weird because I distinctly saying in Gr. 10 that I couldn't wait until it was our Prom, and here we are. Already. How did we get here so fast?
9 more days of school. 2 study days. 2 exams.

I can tell you exactly what I need to finish before I graduate high school:

One more vectors test
Death of a Salesman presentations
2 vocab quizs
English ISU presentation
Drama Monologue
Drama Tribute
Vectors exam
English exam

Done...
It feels like it'll never end.

K