48 Hour Countdown

I did it, I was miserable in high school, so I punched an early ticket out. I can count on one hand how many people actually seemed happy for me- not on the positive side of indifference, not faking it for my ego, actually happy for me. I can count on about thirty-two hands how many people were ready to snap my neck for having the gall.

Well, I stuck my foot in it. By doing what I did and having worked hard enough for the last twelve years (I went to school before formal kindergarten), I worked myself right into the number two spot of my "new" class. Hooooweee were they pissed. Imagine how they'd feel if they knew that I had the worst grade of my entire school career in this past academic year and still beat the one who had my spot previously. I give the person credit though, slacking off doesn't get you number two.

Oh, how I stuck my foot in it? I'm clausophobic. Why is this a problem? Apparently the salutatorian has to make a salutatory speech. YAY ME! She says with a sarcastic grin. I've written my speech and have it mostly memorized...but I did it

And I have to give said speech in less than forty-eight hours in front of one-hundred and sixty-one peers and their assembled guests.

Oh yeah! A week from tomorrow I get to lose my tonsils...life is going swimmingly, just effing swimmingly...