I'm a bit too tired to write a proper ~reflective post~ about my graduation (WOOO I'VE GRADUATED), but believe me, it is coming.
But it still hasn't hit me yet, and I'm sick of waiting for it to sink in. Sink in motherfucker, SINK.
The only time I cried was during Mr. Jones' speech, but it was more out of how moving it was (if he had said it to anyone, my grade or not, I would've cried), as opposed my (what should be) emotional state because i'm graduating. I walked down that yellow brick road like a bored person, and I just looked around at people sobbing their eyes out, hugging each other like crazy and generally being all sad-y mc sadface.. something didn't feel right. I feel cheated of a proper graduation because I didn't cry, and now I want a do-over.
more elaboration later. mathematics, it calls to me.
let it be noted that i was very amused by the year 11 review, although I don't recall myself walking around with a popped collar and sunnies. =p