Dude.
Duuuuuuude.
DUDE.
EPIPHANY.
I am graduating tonight.
When did this happen? WHY DID THIS MEMO NOT REGISTER WITH ME?

"It's the last day of school, Erica!"
"Uh huh."
"You're going to Stanford in September!"
"Yeah, okay."
"....YOU'RE GRADUATING YOU RETARD."
"Mmhmm."
"YOU ARE A FREAKIN' ADULT."
"Great."
"Sign my yearbook before you leave forever!"
"Sure."
".................You don't get to have Mr. Wall as a teacher next year!"
"WHAT?! WHAT NONSENSE ARE YOU SPEAKING?"

Nnrg, this unsettles me. >: I adore my teachers. I DO NOT WANT TO LEAVE THEM JUST YET. WHERE THE HELL DID MY FOUR YEARS OF HIGH SCHOOL GO TO?

So...tonight's the night. The commencement. Sober Grad. Never setting foot on the grass as a high school student ever again. One day Salutatorian, the next, a college student.

Anybody else unnerved by this?

P.S.: Other news; at least I'll have free time to draw ZADR, Above the Clouds and Below the Sky, and [Chaotic|Logic]. I'm learning Flash, and so will have comics and animations raining down from the hoozahs this summer. x3