Vitamin C - Graduation

I have been listening to this song on repeat. Sometimes it makes me sad. It is about leaving school and how everyone goes in different directions. And. Realistically. Most, if not all of us will drift apart significantly. And the problem with high school is that it is only in this last year that I have really gotten to know Gerard, Louise, Shani and Lauren and everyone. Every year I have hung with a different kinda group of people, well, many groups of people 'cause our school isn't cliquey at all so I've just socialised with whoever. But now in Year 13, we have the common room, which is really just a balcony above the squash court with a half wall. 20-30 of us (out of the 80 in Year 13) hang out there, play cards, eat cheese toasted sandwiches, complain about the dirty dump it is (Health Department would close it down: the fridge is covered in mould, on the INSIDE. - and I put MILK in it every Monday) and yell at juniors down below who are playing table tennis or squash. That's our routine. The couches are rusty, ripped, dirty, falling to bits and lots of broken chairs lie in bits on the ground. People just break them if they feel like it. The other day, in study, Corey smashed a few plates in the bin just to make a point. People NEVER clean their dishes. The teatowels smell FOUL. I bought a dishrack from the opshop but no one uses it. But anyway. It is a dump, but the general consensus is: we like it 'cause it is OUR dump. No staff ever venture up there. it is slightly removed from the rest of the school but we can keep an eye out on whats happening. As old D.H.G, this is important. I broke up a fight between a year 9 GIRL and a year 12 boy once- Ridiculous - it was a release of sexual tension for them both. And I love these people. And we're all dispersing around the country in February. 4 hours drive south - Wellington. 5 hours drive north - Auckland. 2 hours drive south - Palmerston North. A very long drive and boat trip and more driving- Christchurch and Dunedin. And we're only really getting to know each other NOW. After four and a half years. And my facebook countdown tells me there is 95 days to the last of my eight exams. ONLY NINETY FIVE DAYS. I want to do really well in exams, 'cause I know I can. It's not about success or being amazing, but I just wanna do well for myself this time. No pressure from school or anything. I'm moving to MANGERE next year, and I don't even need UE for it, so whatever. But I want schol in English, Media, Geography just 'cause I want it for me. 'Cause I should use my brains finally. It's my last shot at high school. And all the other years I did one day study before externals and pulled Excellences "out of my arse" as my fellow Year 13s like to say. But you can't pull schol out like that. And I don't wanna scrape by. However, we are making the most out of our last couple of months together. Ten of us are roadtripping for a weekend end of this term. I'm gonna hold a food party and clothes swap for lots of us end of the year. I am definitely going to hitch hike with Wilbur this summer, sometime. Like last summer. I should go to sleep - Tomorrow night is my 18th party - Rich and Poor theme - and I don't even have my outfit sorted! And history internal due Monday which I have barely started. "Hand in Monday or fail" said my teacher to me, specifically. It was due three weeks agoooo. I don't care about history anymore. Blah subject. Tudor England has nothing exciting. I know it's sadistic and morbid but I like studying the Holocaust and stuff like that. Shocking. It means something. It forces you to examine human evil. None of this "farming in Elizabethan England" rubbish. Facts about me: I steal passport photos. I love reading blogs. The cabaret is in two and a half weeks. :)