The Final Chapter

So many meanings in my title...i will address each.

On thursday, the final episode in the Star Wars Sextilogy (is that a word?), Revenge of the Sith, was released. A group of a dozen guys, including me, went to Olathe to soak it all in at the AMC 30. I saw Jedis performing intricate lightsaber duels, Darth Vader breathing ominously, and even little princess leia...then the movie started. It was solid; i won't say anything else. It's just so much fun getting out of town with a bunch of guys that i enjoy being around. We did it right. Paul had his laptop, so we watched episode I in line. We played some Canasta and made a Wendy's/McDonald's run. The biggest drama of the night came when the movie started and the back lights were still on...grrrr. Ben N. ran to the concessions stand and let them know about the unforgivable sin. Some inept techie ran up to the back room and floundered for five minutes until he found the switch...what a tool.

Ah yes, we did this in the middle of Finals. Fortunately, my two toughest (AP Calc and Ancient Lit) were both thursday morning. Calc wasn;t too bad, but ancient lit was as hellish as we expected. Iliff included the usual 5 or so questions that we never talked about in class and were in none of our readings, but which we were supposed to have acquired the answer to by means of the Force or some other supernatural method. "You better remember the mistakes you make," he said. I quickly responded (yes, out loud), "No, i am better going to remember all the mistakes you make." He didn't really respond. Probably because he was pondering how he could possibly ruin my life in the 30 remaining minutes of class.

Today finals were easy, and the final chapter of high school began. It will end at graduation on the 28th (which you are all invited to, even you Akanksha). Cleaning out my locker was nostalgic in itself. I used the same milk crate for all 6 years of my locker-using life. I had the same locker partner for those six years (don't get jealous staci). Some of the rotting food may have been lodged in there for the past six years. Walking out the front doors would have been weirder if i hadn't had to return at 3 for choir (our concert in Sunday at 2 at Grace Cathedral. come...please) oh well. I'm sure it will all really sink in at graduation with all my family watching(all but dad :) ), screaming (sara & paul), crying(mom), rejoicing (me and i guess dad...no more tuition), laughing (sara & dad & me...ok all of us), timing (my dad times the speaker), and being overwhelmed by the mass of people that all know each other(chad). I can hardly wait.

Lots of parties tonight. Mrs. Greene summed up the day well when she played Handel's Hallelujah Chorus at the end of our music history final (the last one). And i'm out...peace.