May 23, 2000 — A long and unproductive seven years

Between the time I last posted a journal entry and this morning, I became extremely sick. My body is apparently taking its revenge upon me for all this drug-free nonsense. I did the spiteful thing and didn't take any medication that might help make me feel better.

I still felt horrible when I woke up this morning with little-to-no speech prepared for the valedictorian voting thingy. I took a cue card from my mom's supply cabinet and decided to try and write a speech on the bus. After thinking about it a lot the night before, I'd already figured out most of what I wanted to say, and that I wasn't going to do what I perceived to be akin to selling out by doing the speech everyone expected from me, or a speech that I thought might win. I instead gave an honest speech explaining that I hadn't had a good time in high school and that I won't miss it at all. I don't think I got many votes, but that's okay.

I was very disappointed that Jess Gilmore didn't win. The speech that did win was a parody of the "I am Canadian" beer commercial, which I thought was kind of lowest-common-denominator-ish, but whatever. I wasn't sad at all that I lost with flying colours since I didn't want the responsibility of doing a valedictorian speech with the intention of making an ass of myself anyways, but Jess actually put effort into hers and I definitely liked hers best, so it sucked that she lost.

Next up was the selection of grad song, and "Rock You Like A Hurricane" seemed the only logical choice. In the end, I was far more keen on ensuring that I could end my high school career head banging to bad 80s metal than anything valedictorian-related, and this was a good choice since it turned out that "Rock You Like A Hurricane" won.

Except. They decided that it didn't represent the choice of the entire graduating class, so they're doing another vote. What they're really saying is that they don't think it's an "appropriate" choice, so they're going to try again and again until we get it right. I hate my school.

Other than that, I have a seminar on Thursday, my Algebra teacher is fucking us again with test times, and I've generally stopped caring about any and all of this school-related bullshit. Fact is, all the universities I've applied to have accepted me and have said that my acceptance and scholarships are final and will not change unless I don't pass one of my courses, which is bloody unlikely.

I have again managed to end up with far more things to do than time to do them in, but I'm sure a solution will somehow present itself... well, probably not actually. But I can pretend that everything will be alright.

My English seminar is on Thursday and my Physics ISU is due on next Tuesday, so at least by the middle of next week I'll be basically done everything that means something mark-wise except for exams.

Only 19 more days of what has been a long and unproductive span of seven years.