DONE!!!!

It is official,

I. AM. DONE!!!

Goodbye, school. Goodbye, Biola STAR. Goodbye, senior year. And (best of all) goodbye, high school!!

Hello, summer. Hello, Westmont college!!
Hello, FREEDOM!!!!

It, quite frankly, feels unreal. I am fully ready to wake up, realize it was a dream, and go back to sleep. Or have someone tell me "Oh, by the way, you have to re-do ten classes this summer". Or maybe this is like Christmas break in that I have one week to cram for finals, do projects and homework, and have only one day to celebrate.

But, NO!! It is not a dream! It is reality!!! I am done with high school FOREVER!!! I am on to the next part of my life: college, AA degrees, and bachelor degrees. I am excited.

My sweet Papa left notes all over for me yesterday. The first one I found was in my purse. It was written in purple sharpie "Last Day of High School! Yahoo!!". Then the purple one in my Torrey notebook "Hey. Who's the gorgeous creature with the cute bangs over there? Her? Oh, yep, that's the new high school graduate!". What about the one in my chemistry book "Excuse me, but are you in high school? Uh, NO. I used to be."? Or the two in my note book "Did I hear correctly: that you are a 16-year old High School graduate? Yes you did!" and (in purple and green) I'm sorry, I don't mean to be rude, but aren't you...? Yes, I am, a 4.0 High School graduate!". And the purple one in my book "Who's proud? Papa's Proud. Who's proud? Papa's proud. How proud? REAL proud!". And the two other in my paper stack (in gray marker) "I am so proud of you!".

My personal favorite is a picture of two stick figures--one with a straight line for a mouth, two downwards pointing lines for eyes, a straight line for a nose, no hair, and a soul patch (my dad) and the other with a smiley face, scoopy eyes so they look closed, long hair with bangs, and a guitar in her hands (me)--with an arrow saying "Proud" towards my dad and one saying "Graduate" towards me.

World's best dad goes to....my dad!

Happy day. :)