i'm sick and tired of my mom telling me that i can't wear certain kinds of shoes. i have these 4 inch heels for prom. which i mean is tall, but i really like them a lot. my mom doesn't want me to wear them because i'm already so tall. and i don't usually like flaunting my tallness, but i really like these heels. i don't really care what people are going to say. i love the shoes. that's all that matters isn't it?
speaking of which, i'm vice president of the foreign language honor society. and i don't even get to get a flhs pin. lol. hopeless. in order to get a pin on graduation, you needed to take a foreign language class, which i didn't this year. but oh wells.
i'm excited for tomorrow. six years of high school and it comes down to this one day. i've done so many things during my high school career that i'm extremely proud of. some more meaningful to me than to other people but meaningful to me nonetheless. i'm glad i got to grow up in this town, at this school. i'm glad i got to grow up the right way and not be screwed up. even though to my friends, this town is just a place to get away from, i'll always remember the times i've had. i'll always remember the house where i slapped a boy in the face because he took my bike. i'll remember the tree that i used to play at during the elementary school days with my friends. i'll remember sitting on a certain pavement alone just thinking to myself in the shade. i'll remember where i had my first kiss. i'll remember the town. the people.
the day of graduation doesn't also mean the end of high school.
it represents adulthood too. moving on, away from the kids that i always knew since i could remember. of course i don't talk to many of them now. we have cliques and groups. things changed since 6th grade graduation. the next time graduation is relived again will be in college.
and even then things won't be the same.
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