Leave this academic factory...

There's nothing quite like the feeling of finally being uncapped. Broadband is so cool, until you're capped and you have to agonisingly wait for days until the next month rolls over. I feel the need...the need for speed....

Besides all that, graduation was alright. I mean, we got crappy certs, but this is a public school. I really like the keyring. It's a nice little token, definitely a keeper. After the graduation, there was many a photo taken and a tear cried. The best part was when a godly part of the grade lined up on the basketball courts in a massive group. That was fun.

A thousand photos later, and a million words later (cos a picture is worth a thousand words), Jack, Lesley, Simon, Kenson and I drove off to bowling. I played a pretty crappy game, but then again, I've always been crappy at bowling. Except that one time when I got 3 strikes in a row and managed a 190ish. We dashed back early for the luncheon, with a change of clothes at the bowling centre and were shocked to find ourselves underdressed. Several of the girls definitely put a lot of effort into their dresses. Soon, my shirt and cargo pants faded softly from view. Well, at least I wasn't the only one underdressed.

Luncheon was anticlimatic. We came. We ate. We talked. The food was excellent though. A water bomb fight broke out, but the teachers weren't up to the task to telling those involved off. I mean, last day come on. After luncheon, a bunch of us travelled to Birrong Park for some sport. Jack, Kevin Tran and I went to get some drinks with Kevin driving. He's good, at least he doesn't turn the corners as quickly as Jack, although Jack keeps saying that Carolyn is a crazy driver. Anyway, he reversed parked and Kevin nudged the back of the front car, resulting in a slightly dented license plate. Nothing that could be fixed with a little elbow grease and headlight fluid.

Soccer went well, but then people left. Jack got me with a water bomb, splashing me in the back. I'm gonna get you back, Jack!

Watched the DVD of our kick-ass concert, thanks to Gough. Some of the jokes were 'meh', but the gravity one went down really well. Maybe too well. I ended up looking like a complete moron. Just so you know:
S: Well, you know how gravity is cruel and unpredictable mistress...
P: No it isn't, it's a constant all around the world, dumbo.
(crowd jeers and I look like an utter idiot)
Thanks Phuong for making me look dumb. My legacy to Sefton High.

Apparently the MCing went down better than I thought. Most students I talked to liked it and the teachers enjoyed it a lot. As I was handing in the note in the morning, Petersen said I did a good job, which was suprising. So there. The jokes weren't that lame.

Phuong has started blogging. That's a good sign. More blogs for me to read and procrastinate.

Land, I do not enthusiastically make "Land" jokes all the time. I enthisiastically make "Land" jokes with Jack some of the time. Now that is something that I'll miss. He made those first jokes and it kind of carried on from there. And we keep joking about it, because you do nothing to stop it. If you swung a textbook at Jack or me, then maybe we'll stop.

Yes, Jack, you do take the corners too fast for my liking. It's not that you're a bad driver. It's a little too fast for me. And I know for sure that you're no Schumacher.

Obviously most of the teachers were talking about the "Kylie Minogue" act which had 15+ guys in skirts. In the office, MacPhearson was saying how she never expected that Lesley...er...had that side in him. It's definately a talking point for a while.

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