Mother.

Gah.

I've rewritten this stupid blog post about a millions times. I can't get it right.

Fuck.

Last night, my mother bought me a new thumb drive, and transfered all of my saved files from my old computer onto it.

I pulled up the files onto my laptop.

So. Many. Papers.

So. Many. Pictures.

Ffffffffffffffffffff-

Everything was on it. From 2006-2010. Every picture and paper from high school was on this thumb drive

Article summaries from my freshman year in Teverbaugh's class.

My "Evolution v. Creationism" paper from my sophomore year in Hunter's class.

My WWII project from my junior year in Cunningham's class.

My "Thank You" letter to Eileen Weber from my senior year.

Old pictures from my Myspace before I deleted it.

Then I happened upon my "Grad file."

It was a saved file from some writing I had done the night after I graduated. I remember crying a little bit I was typing it up. And I cried a little bit while reading it again.

It consists of two entries.

One was a rehash of the night I got home from graduation.

The second was a quote from Wesley Wren.

After I had gotten home...

"After I had gotten home from eating at Steak 'n' Shake with Adam and Amelia, I went and sat down at my dining room table.

I had my certificates, my diploma, the diploma cover, and the cards that Kristen, Chloe, and Tammy had given me.

I read everything over and over again.

I wouldn't even read the words sometimes. I would just look at the paper itself. Like the quality of the paper, the little gold seals they used, the border, anything to keep it from ending.

After I had read everything, I put them in the wafer colored folder that the school generously provided for us.

Then I stared at my opened diploma cover, with the diploma inside, and that little plastic protector thingy.

I remembered EVERYTHING from my four long years at Perry.

All of the friends I had gained and lost.

Love, hate, acceptance, achievement, failure, appreciation, awkward sexual experiences, teachers, growing up, learning, crying, laughing. Pretty much everything.

I closed the folder, rested my head on the table and cried a little bit.

I love you, Perry Meridian High School. I love all of the friends you've given me, and all of the teachers you've let change my life.

And most importantly, I love all of you guys.

Honestly, I truly love all of you.

Some of you deserve apologies from me, and some of you deserve my heart.

I will never forget any of you."

Wesley Wren...

"Words will never express the absences that our parting will create. I'm gonna miss you pal, please keep in touch."



I just wanted this to be on here.