Of school and empty lockers.
(Written in my journal, at school, before block one.)
It feels so weird to be sitting in the hall, same as every morning, but instead of a nice row of neat, rainbow-coloured lockers in front of you, there is a nice row of dejected rainbow-coloured lockers, some forlornly hanging half open. Also, you are sitting against a locker that has served you faithfully over the past year, now empty and cold, with the Merry Christmas message from Krystal written in window pen still there, your name erased from the message months ago. You had to throw away your locker decorations; you remorsefully ripped up the oh-so happy and inspirational signs like, "Everything you know is wrong," that you lovingly put together, yet you were glad to rid yourself of the pictures of the so-called "Hot Male Celebrities" that were your locker partner's contribution. You had to take home your Page-A-Day Bizaro calendar, already missing walking up to your locker every morning and ripping another page off to save so your sister can read them, knowing that you won't have the pleasure of doing that again until September. There is a noticeable lack of students in the halls, even for this early in the morning, but you are pleased to see that at least some of the regular people are still in their rightful places along the length of the hallway. It is also amusing to watch people you know, but find incredibly annoying, walk towards what was formerly their locker, hand out, ready to open the lock out of habit, only to suddenly remember, veer away, and continue on like nothing has happened. This is the way of life on the second to last day of school. You will miss your locker, the orange one that's right in the middle of the seventeen lockers that are between the two doors of Room 212, Mme. Bilodeau's art room. People are accumulating around you; normally they would be going to their lockers, but now they have nowhere better to go. Only two more days of this, then two more days of exams after that, and you are done for the year and don't have to worry anymore. This week will be hectic, but you will survive. You think.
Anyways, now that that's over...
We got our yearbooks today. I just love the picture of all the students at the grade nine assembly. We all look so bored. I look dead, but nobody will notice because they will all be looking at Megan, asleep beside me. The cross-country pictures just accentuate my ugly legs. Ewwwwwwww, Sean's hair is short and that is not cool. Hmmmm, speaking of Sean...I am NOT a BAT, Sean! And I also do not enjoy hearing you and PJ discuss castrating each other. Geez, how old are you again?
...I, want a God, who stays dead, not plays dead... I love the Dandy Warhols. Great Big Sea and The Hives are great for taking your mind off exams. Deep Purple not so much.
I'm going to go now. I need to have a shower before my dad decides it's too late to have one and turns the water off. Goodnight.
It feels so weird to be sitting in the hall, same as every morning, but instead of a nice row of neat, rainbow-coloured lockers in front of you, there is a nice row of dejected rainbow-coloured lockers, some forlornly hanging half open. Also, you are sitting against a locker that has served you faithfully over the past year, now empty and cold, with the Merry Christmas message from Krystal written in window pen still there, your name erased from the message months ago. You had to throw away your locker decorations; you remorsefully ripped up the oh-so happy and inspirational signs like, "Everything you know is wrong," that you lovingly put together, yet you were glad to rid yourself of the pictures of the so-called "Hot Male Celebrities" that were your locker partner's contribution. You had to take home your Page-A-Day Bizaro calendar, already missing walking up to your locker every morning and ripping another page off to save so your sister can read them, knowing that you won't have the pleasure of doing that again until September. There is a noticeable lack of students in the halls, even for this early in the morning, but you are pleased to see that at least some of the regular people are still in their rightful places along the length of the hallway. It is also amusing to watch people you know, but find incredibly annoying, walk towards what was formerly their locker, hand out, ready to open the lock out of habit, only to suddenly remember, veer away, and continue on like nothing has happened. This is the way of life on the second to last day of school. You will miss your locker, the orange one that's right in the middle of the seventeen lockers that are between the two doors of Room 212, Mme. Bilodeau's art room. People are accumulating around you; normally they would be going to their lockers, but now they have nowhere better to go. Only two more days of this, then two more days of exams after that, and you are done for the year and don't have to worry anymore. This week will be hectic, but you will survive. You think.
Anyways, now that that's over...
We got our yearbooks today. I just love the picture of all the students at the grade nine assembly. We all look so bored. I look dead, but nobody will notice because they will all be looking at Megan, asleep beside me. The cross-country pictures just accentuate my ugly legs. Ewwwwwwww, Sean's hair is short and that is not cool. Hmmmm, speaking of Sean...I am NOT a BAT, Sean! And I also do not enjoy hearing you and PJ discuss castrating each other. Geez, how old are you again?
...I, want a God, who stays dead, not plays dead... I love the Dandy Warhols. Great Big Sea and The Hives are great for taking your mind off exams. Deep Purple not so much.
I'm going to go now. I need to have a shower before my dad decides it's too late to have one and turns the water off. Goodnight.
Abby wandered off at 9:48 p.m.
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