5:00-10:50 AM - I am sound asleep like a new born babe after almost 365 days of an educational nightmare.
10:50 AM - I am woken up most discomfortingly by my old mum, with the last minute news that the mandatory graduation practice started at 10:00 in the morning rather then in the afternoon as previously thought.
10:50-11:50 AM - I hurry to get ready so I can make the last 30 minutes of the bloody practice, which ends at 12:30, allegedly. Notice the irony in this entry.
11:50-12:05 PM - Me and my dad drive quickly to the Drake Knapp Center Auditorium where the practice takes place only to find out it ended far earlier then the alleged 12:30 on the school news notice. I swear at school news and head to school (against yesterday’s purportedly sworn intentions) to find out the next course of action with regards to my gown and other shit. The trip for the information also serves as a good excuse to go to the school and pick up two CD’s from Ms. Perry, my former AP Literature & Composition teacher.
12: 05-12:30 PM - We head to school. I wait for the counselors, find out its ok and that I just need my gown and check for fees. I decide not to go home with my dad and instead wait at the bloody school on the computer doing nothing. The Assistant-Principle makes a bigger deal over “missing the practice graduation” then actually exists, as a good section of the graduating class of 2007 was not at the practice but at the LRC taking the AP Gov exam, so fuck that. I also pick up a pair of discs from my former AP Literature & Composition teacher, each containing soundtracks based on the shit we read in that class.
12:30-1:40 PM - I wait there on the computers wasting time until a certain Mr. David George Gobberdiel (Esquire) comes from behind me, informing me of my missed out opportunity on a 5 on an AP exam. I decide to go home with him rather then stay at the school as previously planned. Another fucked plan (although to tell you the truth, I could not have given a rats ass whether I followed through that plan or not; it was not that important.) On the way home, we listen to the Buggles, an 80’s New Wave group. When I get down, I borrow the CD from Gobs, with the intention of downloading it onto my laptop.
1:40-4:30 PM - I sit upstairs in my room, downloading all three of my CD’s onto my laptop and wasting time on my simulacra of a facebook, because I do not have the patience or time to actually go out and physically spend time with my friends.
4:30-6:30 PM - I eat lunch with my old mum and watch two episodes of an absurd yet lovable TV program called Monk. Dad comes home and stuffs himself.
6:30-9:45 PM - I spend more time at my room wasting my time on my facebook (I seriously do not understand the point of my time on there. People on there, including my “facebook-made friends” treat me like shit. My brother comes back from an outing to Kansas City with his AP World History class (they get out of town outings, the little fucks).
9:45-11:10 PM - Me and my dad go out to find a restaurant for dinner. We first go to Olive Garden but it turns out the losers are closed at 10:00. We then go the Cheescake Factory, where we have perhaps the most sumptious and delightful outside Euro-American meal in ages. We return home stuffed like farm animals. We take carryout to the lazy fam at home who hate going outside of the house too much (potential candidates for acquired Agoraphobia, indeed).
11:10-11:57 PM - I’m here, surfing the net and checking my facebook again. What a boring life. All in all, it was a day of nonsense. Or wait, only part of it was nonsensical, the other part was boring as shit. Lets say it was a day of boredom. No wait, that would downplay its nonsensical nature. Oh fuck it, it does not qualify for any specific classification.
