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So this is it, the one day probably everybody in my family is dreading. Except for my sister. Today is the day she graduates from high school. Twelve years of school is finally coming to a close. I still remember her going to preschool, carrying around her Pikachu backpack everywhere she went. The little blondie peepsquek walking around on her tippy toes like she owned the place. At the end of every year, we would always wonder if teachers she’d get because something about us sharing the same teacher was so neat. Weird, but neat. My sister ended up having three teachers I had when I was in Elementary school. When she started middle school, for the first two years, she was on the other side. There were two sides in each grade in middle school. I think we only shared one teacher and it was when she was in seventh grade. Her last year, she had almost every teacher I had. She took harder classes than I did.

When I became a senior, I wasn’t necessary excited about being in my last year of high school. I was excited to share my last high school experience with my sister. She was the freshman and for her first semester I had to see her before she left for third period and we actually had the same lunch. I would chat and check on how her day was. Since she’s always had to check on me growing up, it was interesting to become that big sister I really wanted to be. Even though I am older than her, she’s had to grow up a lot faster than she probably should have. When second semester started I hardly ever saw her after campus. Classes switched around and I had B lunch instead of A. I do remember hating that big change. Anyways, if I ever saw her it was on accident or she was cheering with the cheerleaders for the pep rallies. My mom had double duty, she had a senior and a freshman in high school. Two different grades, while I had graduation stuff I had to do, my sister had cheerleading stuff to do. I’m pretty sure my parents heads were spinning by the time I graduated. After that, they got somewhat of a break.

My sister didn’t want to take Driver’s Ed, but my mom and dad were kind of fed up with taking her everywhere and hearing her beg about hanging out with her friends. When my mom started giving her lessons, they would drive around the old Elementary school parking lot. One of the funniest memories of my sister’s mind while driving. She had to learn how to drive a stick, and my mom had asked her what does the letters mean, and when my mom asked “what was R?” Emily gave her probably the craziest answer ever. She said, “rotate.” That was the BIG joke in the family before she got her license. Even after that, certain family members would get her back for it. It was priceless! When she passed her driving test, everything my parents hated for driving her back and forth, they certainly wanted that back. As much as she drove them nuts, dad especially wanted tiny little Emily back. I’ve ridden in her car about twice and the first time I was a little nervous because she had to get me in and out of the car twice. Everytime she picked me up, I held my breath. Now I only hold my breath when we pull up to my nana’s house. She can lift me, but it’s a kind of difficult since she’s hardly done it.

Now everything is getting slower. Graduation day is one of the longest days ever! If you think getting through senior year is a long wait, that actual day is a bitch to get through. Because you’re so happy for it to happen, but once you put the cap and gown on, you immediately want to go back. Both grandparents are supposed to come, my mom and dad, and myself are all going. I’m not sitting with anybody. I like my seat on the edge of the bleachers. This is my eighth graduation I’ve been to so far. My last graduation will be next year because after next year I won’t know anybody graduating from high school. I’ve only caught myself crying twice earlier in the week. I haven’t done it since. I’m really hoping my dad gets so good gum before we leave for it. I need something to distract me from possibly making a fool out of me. It’s scary to think it’s been three years since I was in my sister’s place. Getting to the school and looking at everybody in their cap and gowns, it makes you sad. Once as graduation started though, it felt like it was never going to end. If you sit on the sides, it goes a little bit faster, but when you’re sitting in the actual ceremony, it takes FOREVER! When it’s at the end, everybody stands and everybody starts shaking their silly string cans to get them ready for the final fun they get to have together. After that, it turns into a magical moment. It’s the week after that makes you realize you graduated.

Twas The Last Day

Made by Meg(z)han on Muzy

For everybody else, it’s just a normal Tuesday. A lot of people are helping and praying for the people in Oklahoma. A lot of people and kids are in classes and at work. It’s just like every other day, right? Well, it is the last bit of the month, which means there are a lot of graduations being held. When I was a senior, the last few days of the semester were very chaotic and not much different from my sister’s last few days. Except when I was a senior, we didn’t have our finals on those last three days. The last day was made for the seniors to clean out lockers and teachers to pick up books. I mostly spent those three days in the library. Since the teachers cared less about their students and pretty much let go as crazy as they wanted. In certain classes, it was a good thing to have computers. Bubble Shooter was our #1 game that I saw on every screen since I had the pleasure of sitting in the back. I did look at my emails and work on my first blog back then. I think I had like three classes that had computers in them and I think as the days went on, I started bringing in my mom’s old magazines because we had to return all books that we checked out of the library. It was very sad I’ve got to say.

The last day though, it was filled with parties in certain classes. One of my classes, I had it first period and the only reason why we had to leave five minutes of that class is because it was downstairs and God knows if you were going to get caught in the elevator or not. Thankfully in those last days, I didn’t get caught in it. In that class, our teacher told us that he had a VCR player instead of a DVD player. So he and another student brought in old classic Disney movies like The Lion King and The Jungle Book. We also did tie dye shirts too. I was sick that day and he kept everything the next day when I came in and I got to do my shirt. It turned out pretty cute too! One of the last memories happened on the actual last day. It was after lunch because my aide was eating lunch. We were in the library and I was “looking” for another book to read to kill time. They’re was a few students in there. They were playing UNO and one of the girls looked like she had been crying all day long. At that time, I hadn’t cried at all. I was actually waiting on when I would see tears coming out of my eyes. I went over to talk to them and watch them play a couple of rounds of UNO. They were three girls and two guys. The guys looked puzzled by us and showing our emotions because it wasn’t long until after I pulled up to their table that the one who was crying, she started telling stories around the time in Elementary school. It was really sad, even though I have no idea what we were talking about back then. She started making us cry our eyes out. The librarian came over with a box of tissues for us and the guys kind of gave up on us and went on the computers. I didn’t blame them and neither did the librarian. You can’t help it sometimes, it just comes out.

This morning I woke up an hour earlier than normally, my sister was still getting ready for her last day. I sent her a small text before she left saying “Have a good last day of high school. You will be cleaning out your last locker ever. Tears will be expected. Probably around lunch time when you sit with your group for the very last time. You’ll get a lot of hugs today too. Enjoy it though.” She texted me back with, “Thanks for the warning.” I wish I had gotten a warning for my last day, having my mom practically when I went on my last ride bus ride to school. It is very surreal, because you are so into routine. I’ve to got to say though, you’re still in routine for Wednesday, because of Senior Trip. On Thursday, you got to sleep in a little before awards ceremony. Friday, graduation didn’t start until late afternoon, so sleeping in was a go! I don’t think anybody really sleeps in though. You’re too excited to sleep. I don’t think the guys had any trouble there. So that’s my lovely story for the day. Oh, I also wrote the little poem in the picture too!

Red & Gold

It’s Monday and it has been one heck of a day. It wasn’t technically good, but it also wasn’t bad either. I think the people in Oklahoma have been having the worst two days of the season. All those tornadoes coming  around and that one that went through Moore, OK that went on for 2 1/2 miles. Damn! That’s crazy! Someone has done pissed off mother nature big time! I have heard practically all weekend long that we’re supposed to get some of these storms. After hearing about Moore when I got home from work, I am hoping they calm down a bit. I hate when serve storms come through at night. Because you know there’s no sleeping of any kind especially if takes out the power. My body has been hurting practically the last four days, and we’ve already establish this, I only get pain unless the weather changes. I haven’t been feeling much pain today, but that’s mostly because I’ve tried to block it out of my mind. It actually worked too until my mom came an hour earlier to get me. Everything came back after that. Please pray for the families in Oklahoma.

Today, while at work, I got my nails done. It was nails day for the lady residents. It kind of felt like I was in a salon and we were all getting our nails done there. Even though only two residents got their nails done, they were still pretty. One chose the color teal (which was very pretty!) and the other chose purple. Before the ladies came in though, the director asked if she wanted her to do my nails. I was a bit hesitated, because it’s not that I don’t allow people touching my hands and fingers. Usually people are too rough or too soft. I allowed her to do them, but it was very weird to have somebody do my nails. Most of the time, it’s usually, my mom, nana, sister or dad doing my nails for me. I’ve had different people do my nails before, like my friends and I remember having my nurses doing my nails when I had my surgeries. People generally think they’re going to break me. All I’ve got to say about that is, if I haven’t broken any of my bones yet, there’s a pretty big chance nobody’s going to break them either. Anyways, I chose both a red, and I mean like Dorothy’s ruby slippers (but without the glitter!) kind of polish. I also wanted to use the gold polish as well. Even though at first I didn’t think it was going to be a very noticeable gold. It was. I’ve been about using one shade on one nail then the other on the next. I wanted to change things up though.

I’ve been seeing on Pinterest about four nails in one design/color and one random finger is a totally different color. I knew she knew what I was talking about, so we decided on doing that to my nails. On both hands, the fourth finger is the red color and the other fingers are in gold. Now on my toes, we went about a different way, both of my pinkies are red and the other toes are gold. Kind of looks like they’re a long match. I think my nails look very classy and since I love the whole 1920′s flashy style, using the gold polish gives it that old fashion look. I am my mother’s child and I gotta love The Wizard Of Oz. However, I think I should keep my Wizard Of Oz references to myself since we’re supposed to get some of these infamous storms. I really don’t feel like going to Munckinland or much less deal with the Wicked Witch Of East right now.

I’m Back Again!

Happy Mother’s Day!

Today, well for the past few days, have been a real kick in the teeth. I haven’t been feeling like myself ever since Friday afternoon. I think the main reason why I’ve been feeling like this, is because my sister got her college stuff almost all the way done and things are just starting to click. This entire summer is going to be interesting and a little bit hectic, because she’s got most of the month of June booked up. July is apparently my month, because I get to do my therapy again. I don’t know when I’m going to start it, but I get to do it sometime in July. Thank god! After that is August and all hell will surely break loose for my entire family, because the youngest one of the female side will be leaving for school. She makes me feel a lot older than I originally am. So I think everything is making me worry because I don’t want things to turn around and she doesn’t go up to school. I think that’s my biggest worry at the moment. She’s sticking to her guns though, so I have to give her credit there. Even though the next two months are going to be very difficult for our parents. So that’s what’s been going on inside my big head lately.

I haven’t done much in the last two days. This weekend has been a lazy weekend for me. I’m pretty sure my mom would have loved to have these last two days instead of working. Yesterday, my sister was nice enough to take me to my nana’s because our Uncle Rick and Aunt Linda came down for Mother’s Day weekend. They also brought down Kentucky Fried Chicken, so I was a happy camper there! Out of all the things we discussed though, there was one thing that I have a clear remembrance of and it happened when my aunt asked what I wanted to drink and they had brough down Sprite and Diet Coke and she began reading off,”Meghan, do you want Sprite…. Diet Coke…. R.C…. a shot of tequila?” I literally looked at her and these next few words just came out of my mouth like a cannon ball, “did you bring that too?” She just started laughing. What really made me laugh though was that my papaw even asked if I wanted a beer. I knew they were tucked inside the cabinets and weren’t cold, so I decided that I wanted my first beer to be as cold as it can be without exploding on me. I do know what I want to try as my first alcohol drink. I want to try that Bud Light: Straw-Ber-Rita. Now don’t ask me to say it out loud, because I can’t. It gets my tongue in a knot everytime I try.  Now I’m ready for a new week, a week fill of Backstreet Boys and Five Finger Death Punch. Yeah, I was wondering if the both of these groups were going to rule my summer. I was hoping for a break between the two, but that’s not going to happen.

I’ll try to read my books, I have two that I really need to get done with soon. I like them both, but I don’t feel like reading. I tried to read some today, but I didn’t even finish a freaking chapter. I’m hoping with a start of another week, I’ll go back to my ole happy self again. I’m going to watch The Golden Girls and find some more books, that I definitely don’t need. I have another book in my Kindle that I haven’t read yet. I follow like three different book blogs on my Facebook pages and they post different pictures of others having 300 books on their e-readers and keep getting more and more. I’m becoming more like them. So good night and good morning! (: