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My scheduled senior portrait is tomorrow; my mom was talking about how I should do one or two extra outfits, and how we needed a nice photo for my graduation greeting card because everyone else in my family tree did it. I was just like, "Which relative would want a picture of me?" And she said I should do the extra pictures so I could at least give them out to people. "To who?" said I. "Here mom and dad, have a picture."
"Your friends," said she. Friends? I don't even have friends.
I'd be so excited about being a senior if I were still in Bangkok. But that life is gone. There's nothing special about high school in this silly place that I care to remember. Cut me out of the yearbook for all I care. I easily avoided getting a yearbook last year and I can sure as hell do it again. When I look back upon my high school years in Fremont, you know what? I doubt I'll be saying, "Oh, those good old days..." I'll probably say something like, "I feel sorry for you freshman, you have to live through four years of it." I'm super ugly right now anyway. I'm tired and my face shows it. Some senior portrait this is gonna be, eh?
I got a card from Steph today. Again I had to bite down my lip to keep from crying. Why? Who knows? It's been a year since I moved away from Thailand and I should be OVER it by now.
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