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Jun. 23rd, 2004
Social Studies exam / the Antonuk scare
Jun. 23rd, 2004 07:21 pmI finished writing the exam in 35 minutes, but yet again I couldn't leave until the first hour was up.
Ms. Antonuk came around passing out (to the IB students) sheets with the information for checking their IB grades once they come out in July. I watched as she moved up and down the rows, bending down to place the papers beside each IB student's desk.
Then she stops by my desk and puts one down on the floor.
Wait...me?
"Eh?" I whisper, since I don't have any IB marks to think of. It was met with a smile.
Random imagination and thoughts of doom starting flooding in. I remembered a random comment by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kp_mike to waste the time you have before you're allowed to leave by doodling in the question booklet. But I don't doodle very well unless under pressure, so I wrote in the back of my question booklet. It was sort of a poem, pondering why it was that she gave me that sheet even though I have no practical use for it (except maybe folding paper airplanes, but I'm not inclined to do that) - whether it was a mistake or if she was trying to show me what a zero looked like.
Fortunately I managed to catch up to her beige-blouse-and-black-jacket-and-black-miniskirt-and-the-rest-of-the-matching-outfit-ness and ask her about that. She said she's just obligated to give out that information so that we all have the opportunity to check our grades. Which sounded kind of vague. But I won't worry about that anymore.
So now I'm finished high school! Yay!
Ms. Antonuk came around passing out (to the IB students) sheets with the information for checking their IB grades once they come out in July. I watched as she moved up and down the rows, bending down to place the papers beside each IB student's desk.
Then she stops by my desk and puts one down on the floor.
Wait...me?
"Eh?" I whisper, since I don't have any IB marks to think of. It was met with a smile.
Random imagination and thoughts of doom starting flooding in. I remembered a random comment by
kp_mike to waste the time you have before you're allowed to leave by doodling in the question booklet. But I don't doodle very well unless under pressure, so I wrote in the back of my question booklet. It was sort of a poem, pondering why it was that she gave me that sheet even though I have no practical use for it (except maybe folding paper airplanes, but I'm not inclined to do that) - whether it was a mistake or if she was trying to show me what a zero looked like.Fortunately I managed to catch up to her beige-blouse-and-black-jacket-and-black-miniskirt-and-the-rest-of-the-matching-outfit-ness and ask her about that. She said she's just obligated to give out that information so that we all have the opportunity to check our grades. Which sounded kind of vague. But I won't worry about that anymore.
So now I'm finished high school! Yay!
So here it is. [journal]
Jun. 23rd, 2004 11:30 pm
And with this, -- my friends, compatriots, those who heard me, those who remembered me, everyone I wish I could call my family but cannot -- it is over. It is time for me to sail away, perhaps forever, into the sunset. How far will you futilely follow before you let me go? For how long will you wish that I am still there with you? This is the end; there is no turning back. Good night, folks, and goodbye.