After four years of high school, graduation is finally upon me. I graduate on Thursday and then I'm free. I think I'll still go back, I want to finish watching Hamlet in English class.

I have a couple months before college; months of freedom.
Everything just seemed to go by so fast. It is like only seconds ago I was just moving to England middle of freshman year.

I'm excited about moving back to the states, but sad simultaneously. Sad that I am moving away from friends and familiarity. Change, though, is inevitable.

Now I just have today as the last actual day of school.

After over a month of waiting and two phone calls to admission offices, I finally recieved my letter from MSU (Michigan State University.) I already knew I was accepted, but I still needed my packet since it has some pin numbers that I need.

Well now I'm all excited.

Today I am getting an x-ray for my ankle that has been hurt for around 5 months. Physical therapy has helped but it still hurts. I can't run and I can't put it in certain positions. Darn my bad joints; I've had a bad knee for over a year.

I get hurt during the middle of wrestling seaon every time.



Doctors, doctors, doctors.

Teaching how to tie a balloon is more difficult then it seems. When I tie balloons, I do with a flick of the wrist and flaire- tieing balloons comes naturallly, it's isn't something I have to think about. Flaire is hard for middle schoolers to understand. Finger positioning is a delicate art. The balloons are all blown up and then paper mached in order to make African masks. Overlapping pieces of paper are the key, along with just the right amount of glue/water mix. Too much glue/water and the mask is too soggy; too little and the mask will fall apart.

Teaching art is an art.

This is today. Tomorow will be today.

I have submitted most of my old poems. Now to work on putting in my prose.

oh the joy of copying and pasting and typing.