The End.

The school year is no longer coming to an end.  In so many regards it is simply over.  Soon we will be bombarded with ridiculous and worthless statements of nostalgia, and people will expect us to act excited to hear the same three speeches at graduation (no offense intended to the speakers but face it, they are all the same).  In so many of these blog posts I have found a sense of preaching that overcomes so many of the bloggers, myself included.  With this last post, I hope that no preaching will come across, and if it does, well drat, go read my last post and you'll find out just how I feel about that.  High school is over, and while others are thinking about how they'll spend their summers, and how they will miss all their friends, I can't help but think about what's in the fridge.  As others worry about their futures, I wonder if I bought the right guitar two years ago when my old one broke.  The reality that is becoming more and more evident to me as I make plans to leave this all behind that I won't see most of my current peers ever again, and I have a great deal of difficulty finding the emotions to care.  It seems as though my previous post entitled "Apathy" has been exactly right about how my disposition towards high school has developed.  At any rate, I wish nothing but the best for all of my fellow graduating seniors.  Even though I seem to have a very caustic attitude towards, well everything, I believe that this class is destined for greatness, and I hope to at least hear about people from this graduating class at some later point in my life.

Scott C.