Well, now I'm an adult. I have been technically "adult" since my eighteenth birthday, but I didn't feel much like one. I mean, nothing changed. I still went to school. I had my driver's license, but I didn't drive, because I didn't have anywhere to drive to, and no car. Now I'm eighteen, have my license and a car, and I now have my high school diploma. Now things have changed.

That chapter of my life is closed. That stage of my life is over, and in a week I'm going to be looking for a job, starting a whole new chapter. The "adult world". For now what I have to do is to enjoy the interim. I'm going to my dad's tomorrow, I'll be there about a week, to see everyone. A little vacation in between stages of life I suppose, there's no going back now, only forward. Time to celebrate how far I've come, reminisce, and think about what is to come and what I'm truely going to do with my life.

They say when god (or the gods) closes a door, he (they) opens a window. Well certainly, in the course of my high school years I've made some mistakes, and I do have a few regrets. Those doors are closed, now time to start looking for the windows. Of course, once the "real world" hits, it won't matter what classes I took now, it won't matter all that much what happened in high school; and to be honest, most of it will probably be forgotten. but I look back at my former years of schooling, and while I have forgotten much, I am surprised at the things I remember.

As for the actual ceremony itself, well, it was a moving ceremony, and though the crowd was rowdy it was relatively uneventful. We marched into the gymnasium (it was raining so we could not have graduation outside, unfortunately) to a shower of cheers and cat calls (someone whistled so loud that it nearly broke my eardrums) and someone, unfortunately, had an air horn. The superintendant's cap fell off as she was giving her speech declaring us officially graduated, and she simply said "I knew I was going to lose that" and continued on with her speech. I guess after so many years of doing public speaking, you simply learn how to roll with the punches.

Perhaps the most powerful moment of the night was as we were driving home, however. I saw some strange cloud formations, which did not look like much at first, although the colors grabbed my attention. Then I saw, up ahead, a cloud formation which looked to me, exactly as if Jupiter himself were riding a triumphal chariot across the sunset sky. I was speechless. I fumbled with my camara, but alas, I failed to get a picture (my camara is bad at taking pictures of the sky anyway). Aw well. I will have that memory, even though I have no proof of it.)