LarissaBanker

Last day of High School anyone? Part one.

I thought writing about myself would be easy. But it's not, at all. This blogging thing is strange to me. I used to make fun of people who had livejournals and/or myspace. I thought the whole point of it was contradicting. Now look, I'm doing it. Karma Police.

Anyone...ANYONE can read what I write and I don't get to experience the reaction of what I write. Especially when it comes to something personal, that's where it gets really werid. It's an adjustment and I am sure I will get used to it.

hmm about me. I am just a girl from New York. I live in the southeast corner of the state. So it takes me six hours to get to Seton Hill. This is a little out of the norm since the majority of the kids here live two hours or less away. This is a whole new world for me. I went so far away that people have different accents. It's interesting. But all I know is that I have to go through another four years of education.

High School was tough to deal with. Well the whole surveillance and security guards corruption part. However socially, it was awesome. Last day of High School my friends and I made "I Loved High School" t-shirts and for the whole six hour day we carried around a boom box blasting Ace of Base and things of that sort. We just circled the school inside and out dancing to it. Then when the principal made a speech for graduation he mentions students that wore "I Loved High School" t-shirts. It was the best. But the rest of high school is a different story. I'll save that for some other time.