setasaway's Blog

Finished

Well, the time has finally come when I would get kicked out of Comm; the one place that I could actually get any work done other than business. As odd as it seems, I’m not too surprised about it. After all, I was ‘abusing’ the privilges that were given to me by Largo. Bringing friends downstairs to stay with me while I was doing work? Preposterous, the very idea that I would be able to work around people that I enjoy spending my time with seems utterly ridiculous doesn’t it. Regardless, I am almost done the year; and this has never happened before. I don’t feel anything special about being able to finish all my courses on time, and I’ve never spent a year where I haven’t gone to some kind of summer school. Powell of course does not realize this, and of course stereotypes me along with all the other people that are struggling to hand in the last two units to barely make it into summer school. I know the mindset she has of me already; I’ve known it for a long time. I already know that she dislikes me, however this doesn’t bother me. I don’t care whether she thinks I’ll be a failure or a success after I leave school, as the very fact that I’m leaving and she is staying behind is enough for me. What I do care about though, is how I can avoid that aggravating woman for the rest of the year. It is extremely difficult to deal with someone that manages to irk me every time I see her (quite possibly because she’s overweight), but I think it is just because she was always around to catch me in the few times that I WASN’T working.

As for high school…I think I’m finally able to leave. I don’t feel anymore reason to stay back, and I can always go back to visit certain people whenever I want. These halls don’t hold anything more for me, and I am leaving many of the teachers with good memories (cept for one or two). At any rate, I can’t wait for summer, because there is just too many things to do, such as starting my first job as well as…well there are many things to do but that’s not what I wanted to write about in this. As much anger as I had going into this post before, I can’t feel it anymore. Maybe it’s just because Ms. Mak was just so nice and polite to me, it changed my viewpoint of my entire predicament.