Pre-Graduation Jitters
As of tomorrow, I'll be done with high school. No more lockers that have to be kicked - hard - before they'll open, and slammed shut (harder) to close; no more detention (not that I ever had one, I'm such a goody-fuckin-two-shoes, you know); no more SOY BURGERS. Yay.
And I am scared to death. Not because I don't want to leave high school; believe me, I do. And not because I'm afraid of "the real world" (if that's what you call life after high school). No, the reason I'm scared shitless is simple: what if, as I walk across the stage toward my diploma, I trip and fall flat on my ass?
For that matter, what if the announcer guy mispronounces my name? Or nobody claps for me? Or worse yet, all three? What if all three of these terrible and horribly embarressing things happen to me tomorrow, for all the room - and my family - and my boyfriend, who's been out of high school for two years - to see? Okay, happy thoughts, happy thoughts...
Well, paranoia aside, at least I'll look cute tomorrow (when I take off the cap and gown, I mean). Underneath the hideous, blaring red cap and gown, I'm going to wear this very pretty, very classy, muted (not pale or electric or navy) blue strapless dress that my brother picked up for me last year, with white 50-inspired peep-toe heels. I feel better now.
Everything will be fine tomorrow - I hope to God.