This marks the last time I will ever write a journal entry from a school computer belonging to Gateway Institute of Technology.

It's almost depressing, knowing all of the history (online and off) that has been made within the context of my life, here at Gateway. All of my \H:drive documents and files, all of my bored doodles, all of my contributions to school publications, will be left behind as I continue on to something else.

Wow.

Just...wow.

But, then again, it's not depressing at all. It's exhilarating. It's wonderful to know that I'm graduating from hell, that I get to ascend into the real world finally. It's been eighteen years (and some change) in the coming, and it's finally here.

Today was suprisingly more emotional than I expected. It wasn't emotional for me, though - it was emotional for my underclassmen friends. I must've been hug-ssaulted at least fifteen times since I walked through the doors this morning, by people who I didn't even socialize with that much. I guess I was more popular than I thought.

It could also have something to do with the all-black dress outfit, but let's just chock that up to coincidence. FUCK I love formalwear.

I've already completed my last final exams, taken both of my scheduled AP tests, and brought my grades up to at least passing, and I'm ready to move on. I'll be spending the next few hours returning books and converting my \H:drive written work to deviations.

I also have to return on monday for 'senior clearence', but that shouldn't be too difficult. I just have to get my books taken care of (which may prove more difficult than just 'turning them in'...my junior year English teacher seems to have 'misplaced' a book she borrowed from me; If I have to pay for it, I'm gonna go ballistic) and get my teachers to sign a paper saying that I passed.

Alright. Well.

The end of an era indeed. Maybe I can go looking for old journal entries about the middle-high school transition, to see what I was like then.

Au Revoir, mes amies.