Well, that's that.

So what'd I do?
I immediately wrote a preachy salutatorian speech. Then I read it out loud to one of my English teachers and threw up in my mouth a little bit and rewrote it yesterday morning.
Oh, hey. I graduated. That was kind of cool.

I'm done with high school.
I want to go live in Boston now. First, though, I have one summer to get through.
Will it be complete with the usual awesomeness that comes with a summer with my best friends? Of course. Is there plenty of added stress and craziness to bring the suck levels up? Of course.
But really. I just finished high school. And I barely even noticed it happened because I was giving myself unnecessary work all the way through up to the end.
And I just graduated. You know, it kind of does feel like four years have passed. I can see that. And that's kind of what it feels like; it's past me now. You'd think that when I come back down to live it'd feel almost like none of this ever happened.

You would think that. But I know it will be different. High school, moving up here, really did change me. It helped me. I'm different now, but different in the fact that I now know myself better. I grew in many ways, but I think the most important thing was that, as my abilities and knowledge expanded outward, my knowledge of myself grew inward. You need to have a solid core to do anything--that I learned in dance. It's kind of comical how hopelessly dependent my life is on dance, but that's what I grew up on, and that's how transcendent it is.
More later. Life: to be continued.

L