School is over now. Camp doesn't start for another 2 weeks and a few days but I can live with that. Going to Cambridge/visit Brandeis with my aunt and her friend on July 1st...she's still dead set on me going to Brandeis, I'm starting to think that's not such a bad idea, but they better have/get a video program or there's a definate no.
Last day of school there was some crazy-ass bomb scare so half way through the 2nd exam period someone came on the intercom and told the teachers to collect the exams and prepare students for dismissal after a fire drill procedure, no stopping at lockers, etc...so we went out into the parking lot, they pushed us back onto the hill, then pushed us back further onto the fields, then pushed us back against the woods (for some reason Kyle had two blankets in his bag and we had a food-less picnic), and then they couldn't push us back any further so they started herding us (I really think that's the best word to use here) towards the football field, at which point Kyle shouted, "WE'RE CATTLE! HERD US!!" and everyone in our group started mooing. People looked at us funny and laughed, I'm pretty sure most of them thought we were booing. And then the buses came and me and Devon and Mindy walked to Chuckie's along with about half the school and Mindy's mom picked us up and we drove to Friendly's and met James and Devon's mom and Kyle there and had lunch. (Devon: Sarah! Swallow! Me: *shakes head frantically* Devon: ...Did you just say no? Me: *still paralyzed with laughter*)
Yay for "suspicious packages found on the second floor". Apparently one of them was making noises. Sweet.
Was back at the football field at 3 with the other Pass It On kids who were going to film graduation, we had to just hang around doing nothing for an hour and half because they wouldn't tell us if graduation was going to be outside or in the gym, so me and Nick listened to my ipod and danced around singing (screaming) along and Chris made fun of us because neither of us can sing, but it was fun until Nick stomped on my foot and killed my already in pain toe. Also while waiting, my friends made an...amazing...discovery. (TJ: Look at these! Did you know these were here? Did you? Taco: They do exist!) Honestly, I worry about them sometimes. And then they told us that graduation was moved inside (and it never rained after all) so we hiked back to the school and the Cox guys (Kyle: Okay, come on, stop with the Cox jokes. Wait...I have one more. James...you're going to be working at the little Cox truck.) told us how to set up the cameras and spiderpods (though me and Andrew didn't get one of the uber cool spiderpod things, we got a tripod attached to this wheely deal...dolly. Or however those people would like it spelled) so we set everything up and I guarded our camera from evildoers and demons (those cameras are preeeeetty) and then everything started and people made speeches and whatnot (Speaker girl: ...and we all had the nightmare about coming to school naked. Taco: Wait...that's not a nightmare!) and Andrew and I didn't have much to do until everyone actually started getting the diplomas because we had an awful angle to be looking at just about anything except the graduate's faces after they walked across the little stage...bridge...thing. But it was all a lot of fun. I met this guy Ian who I'm sure I've seen at YSB at least once before and he apparently graduated with my 2nd brother but knew my oldest brother...but yeah he's cool. (Ian: I don't know you...but yet I have this strange urge to poke you.)




Dad: No, you don't inhale cigars, it's more of a...puff.
Joe: So what's the point then?
Me: ...To look distinguished. And smell bad.
Joe: Oh. Okay then. But couldn't you just put on a suit and roll around in poo?