June 14, 2000 — My last day of high school

Today was my last day of high school, not counting exams; I don't feel all that different.

I drove to school again, not wanting to have to take one last bus ride home from school and think "This is the last time I'll ride this yellow school bus that has shuttled me to and from school for seven years," since that would be depressing. So I tricked myself and started driving to school over and over without really deciding which bus ride would be my last.

Classes were fairly uninteresting for the entire day. I don't care at all about my final marks, so exams are just going to be a formality.

At lunch, two chickens were released into the cafeteria, and during period four, a goat (or sheep, depending on who you asked) was released into the halls. The goat seemed quite distressed, as it was locked in the boys washroom near my locker, and was making a lot of noise.

I got my final yearbook signatures to try for that "sense of closure" garbage, but it didn't work. They were nice anyways though. I don't have any yearbook signatures this year that make me think, "Fuck, how did they get ahold of my yearbook." On the other hand, I missed a lot of people that I should have asked to sign it, but whatever.

Brandon Pickett (or someone pretending to be him; what a crazy Internet this is) posted what is either a joke or a threat of violence in reply to yesterday's journal. Joke or not, I now have an excellent excuse to skip all of the post-grad parties, so I appreciate the support.

After school, I had hoped to go downtown, work for a couple of hours, go to see Jordan Kennedy at Yuk Yuk's, and then go to see Princess Mononoke at the Mayfair. I succeeded in doing absolutely none of those things. My sister had to go to her work and be picked up at 9:00PM, so I dropped her off and then drove to a nearby bus stop and caught a bus downtown and went to work. But they'd accidentally locked out my login so I couldn't access the computer network (or I've been fired and all signs of my existence deleted; we'll find out tomorrow), so I couldn't get anything done. So I rode buses and read The Virgin Suicides until 9:00PM came around.

My English exam is tomorrow; I think I'll study in the morning.

Next week I begin my wonderful summer vacation in the world of work: getting up an hour earlier and getting home and hour and a half later than I do during school. I'm overflowing with anticipation.