:: Oh, Look, A Tumbleweed ::

:: Friday, June 03, 2005 ::

I suppose that an end of year post is in order, not simply because it's the end of the year, but simply because it's the end of high school.

That and I feel compelled to bash the head in of anyone who ever said Senior year was the easiest year.

Um, so, I took my one and only exam on wednesday and so I'm done. Went and hung out with Whiteside today with Robin, Page, Liz, Heidi and Simon for the eighth period exam. I guess that's one way you can tell if you're hopelessly obsessed with Whiteside, when you go in on exam periods that you don't have to be there for just to hang out. (Moment of self promotion: Whiteside told me I got the highest grade on the Film exam and that, while most people got all the answers right, he felt mine were the best written and that's really quite a high compliment from Whiteside. It was a nice way to close out the year. Anyways.) We talked about wine. I mean, how cool.

I think it's kind of weird that I finally feel like a senior. This entire year has really just felt like an extension on Junior year. And by that, I mean it was horrible. HORRIBLE. I had plenty of warning it was going to suck, but the level to which it DID suck was just...ugh. Away from that.

Man, I'm going to miss Whiteside. And Joyce. And O'Neill. And Mitchell. And Booker. And everyone else at that school. It felt so weird driving out of the parking lot, knowing that would be the last time I ever do that as a student of the school.

And it's weird, because, while I absolutely despise my high school experience, it's also been such an amazing time. I wouldn't take back any time I was at Caribou, any times of playing Risk, any parties (Well, save one but that was my own fault. God, that was the worst night of Junior Year, which is saying something considering how bad many of my days in Junior year were), anything. It's all been an amazing blur. I love Northwest, I truly, honestly do. I can't imagine not being there next year. It's such a unique experience to attend school there, especially since middle school. I have friends in other schools, and I never hear about things that you'll find at Northwest. Teacher-student relationships remain strictly that, while, at Northwest, I consider some of my teachers truly as my friends, not as teachers. I've gone to Mitchell with more personal problems than I'm sure he wanted to hear about, but he sat there and helped me through each one. I've talked to Whiteside about absolutely pointless stuff. I've made fun of Joyce to his face (I mean, seriously, when Joyce has to get a ride home from Robin and Heidi, it's just too good of an oppurtunity to fire off a few quick jabs). I've gossiped with O'Neill. It's something that I really think is quite a fun attribute to attending Northwest.

I could have done without some of the people, and I'm sure the people I could have done without would say I'm one of the ones they could have done without. But you're not always going to get along with or like everyone, so why try?

I don't know. I'll stop here. It's stupid to try to be profound when that's not what you're after. So I'll end with a quote from Whiteside and a request: Download "Cannonball" by the Breeders to listen to some female rock.

And for a quote:

I actually didn't drink any alcohol until seminary
-Whiteside.

Bye.

:: Nick Friday, June 03, 2005 [+] ::