...so that's it then. Today was the last day of high school classes. High school's over. It's hard to believe I'll never have another Biology class when Mr. Constas gets distracted and we start a political discussion about some completely irrelevant topic, or have another Chemistry class putting up with Jake's stupid jokes and Daniel and Tom walking in 20 minutes late with some ridiculous excuse. After classes got out, I was in a daze for like an hour. I was wandering around with one thought in my head, "Seven years of my life have just drawn to a close. Holy shit."

Tonight was our Senior Dinner, and it was one of the most fun and the most emotional experiences of my life. It made me realize how tight a group the Dwight Seniors '08 are. So many people got up and related their emotional experiences without any hesitation; so many people, even the guys, broke down into tears as they thanked their teachers and classmates; so many people got up to tell inside jokes and relate memories that are now just that: memories. I sat in that rooom, looking around at the 75 Dwight seniors, some of whom I've known since the sixth grade, whom I've grown and bonded with, some of whom came in the ninth grade and whom I became dear friends with, and some of whom I barely know, and I was so sad to have to leave it all behind. Because as much as I bitch and whine about Dwight, it was my school for seven friggin years. That's a long time, only a little less than half my life. And I also realized what amazing people the Dwight seniors are, for the most part. How much I'll miss them next year, even those who drive me absolutely nuts.

And although they'll probably never see this, I have to give a shout out to all those who were with me from day one in sixth grade: Melissa, Amanda, Jamie, Evan M., Russell, Jeff, Matt, Perrin, Gil, Giselle, Daniel, Tom R., Perry, Isaac, and Nico. We've all made it this far, sometimes friends, sometimes driving each other insane (Tom...). We got through 9/11 and that horrid sixth grade year. It's all of you especially I'll miss, those whom I've known forever, whom I have the most memories with, good and bad. On a lighter note, I said something tonight about how Tom R. has annoyed the crap outta me since I first got here, and he got up, came over, and gave me a hug. Which just proves my point: even though he's the most aggravating person on the face of the Earth, I know I'm gonna miss him next year.

So I lie here on my floor at 10:30 at night, tears streaking down my face for the 800th time today, knowing only one thing, one thing that can be summarized in the timeless words of Chuck Huber: "It's-it's over!? That's it!?!? CRAP!!"