I can officially say, as my friend Hannah put it, that I used to go to Harding. It’s a heady feeling. Graduation went well, although my second middle name was butchered when called. I didn’t trip, I didn’t stumble, nothing of the sort. When I get my pictures back that my mother took, I may actually break my rule of not posting pictures of myself on the Internet and slip one in here somewhere… I don’t know. I didn’t really get to hang out after graduation like I wanted to. My father had to go to work and we only drove a single car, so when he left, we all…

Last night, I attended the graduation of the Northwest School of the Arts in order to see a few of my friends–Micah, Ayana, and Eddie–graduate. Sonny was also present, as Junior Marshal, one of those who leads in and out the graduating seniors in spiffy little circles to try to give the ceremony a degree of pomp and circumstance, while folks in the back are hollering “oh-two!” and “oh-three!” Anyway, it was the first graduation I’ve attended and was not a part of the ceremony, as I attended Harding University High School’s (my school) last year as a Junior Marshal. It was interesting, all in all. The seniors were well-behaved;…

I’m not much of a comment-poster; I feel much freer to spout my shit in my own domain. Following that same thread, George wrote an entry yesterday that has me thinking. Go read it, if you haven’t already, as I don’t feel like quoting. Okay, I’ll quote, but I’ll have to quote damn near the whole thing… (sub quotes come from College-Bound Students Often Skip Race Question) […] Will Frankenstein, 17, a graduating senior from a New York City public school, said he believes his multiracial background — he’s half Asian, half Caucasian — would have appealed to diversity-seeking colleges. But he decided not to tell them about it. “I…

Today was, unofficially, my last day of school. I wish I had the writing ability to reflect beautifully on some of the more crucial things I’ve learned over these past four years, but I don’t think I do. But I’m going to try anyway. I’m always surprised at how much I’ve changed from the Jyncos-wearing, picnic-table-top-in-the-quad-dancing, violent, and vulgar freshman I was. I no longer sing or dance in public, I wear my jeans plain, and I’m a little less violent, although my friends from freshman year still flinch occasionally when they think they’ve angered me. I’ve gained weight, inhibitions, and more fears. I’ve become more introspective, and lost a…

Finding Nemo? A very good, very cute movie. When I watch kids’ movies now, I can see the evidence that they are made by adults, even if they are for kids. I have to wonder what a kids’ movie made by kids would be like. Probably very little different, as kids here take what is “cool” or entertaining from what they see on movies, which are currently made by adults, etc. But Finding Nemo was well worth my six bucks (as was The Italian Job, in my opinion, although it lacked originality, not suprisingly). Our school had no running water in any of the buildings today. That is not a…