hello end.

High school. Done and gone. My only impending visit to High School of the Oconee North will be purely for nostalgia. I only wish to give my favorite teachers gifts and thanks for all I've been taught. What a strange feeling.

I experienced my last band class on Friday. At the end of class it hit me that this would be the last time I'd have Akridge direct me. For the first seventy minutes of class, it was any other day. In my mind, I fully expected myself to be returning in the near future for another band camp, another marching season, more games, competitions, and trials of my patience. It is not so. Never again will I sit with the other Titan Regiment trumpets, screaming high C's and making arrogant claims about how much better we are than the other sections. A bittersweet end? No, just bitter. I'm having trouble finding sweetness in this situation. Sure, I'm going to off to college. Bigger and better things, right? Maybe--I can't say yet. What I do know is that saying goodbye to the music program I've invested four hard years in is up there with the most difficult things I've had to do. My advice to you freshman, sophomores, and juniors: Don't take any of this for granted. One day you'll be in the senior's positions and you'll have this same revelation. Just wait.

I was at the senior picnic the yesterday. They were playing my ghetto music so my natural reaction is to dance like a slut, am I right? 'Cause that's how I do. Anyways. Apparently I either looked like a freak or I was really good because my skills were attracting a lot of attention. A certain douche-bag individual, whose name I won't mention, even went far enough to attempt to record my movements on his iPhone. What do I think about this? I don't know. Initially I felt a little violated and insulted, as he was likely videotaping me with comedic intentions. Now I feel apathetic. Like... what would he do with a video of me dancing? That's just weird.

Graduation is next Saturday.

Next. Saturday.

I still haven't digested that. Soon I will not be a high school student. Though... What am I this summer? Neither in high school or in college. A bum? Yeah, probably a lazy ass bum. I'm going to live off my parent's money and do a little work here and there. House work, house sitting, whatever. I'll cross that bridge when I get there.

I've been reading Death in Venice my Thomas Mann. Very good. It's a little novella. I highly recommend it.