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Time Zones
Cherry, hon:
There are these things, called 'Time Zones.'
If you forget about them, and miss a deadline on a form that goes down automatically (by, say, three freaking minutes, after you have all ready filled it out completely) you will be kicking yourself into next week.
Okay, clear? Now finish your segments, wrap grad present, work on getting your crap together, do your calculus, find a brand-new oboe solo, practice for concert season, read the stuff you missed before your AP test, figure out what you're going to do about hair, makeup, and shoes, make a final decision on your four events for outdoor track, get together the forms for the grad party, find a cap-and-gown picture number for the school display, decorate the rink, find your shoes, admit that it's too late to send out invites, clean the house, stop obsessively checking the mail for letters from universities, get your mom to make your dress for Friday, and convince your dad that plaid flannel is not a good idea for the Grand March. Call up Coca-Cola and pin them down about repairs and missing deliveries, make a list for the deliveries you're missing while doing grad stuff, start training a replacement for the servery for next year, and attempt to remember some of the multitude of things that have slipped your mind.
Oh, yeah. Try to get some sleep. You're starting to crack up.
There are these things, called 'Time Zones.'
If you forget about them, and miss a deadline on a form that goes down automatically (by, say, three freaking minutes, after you have all ready filled it out completely) you will be kicking yourself into next week.
Okay, clear? Now finish your segments, wrap grad present, work on getting your crap together, do your calculus, find a brand-new oboe solo, practice for concert season, read the stuff you missed before your AP test, figure out what you're going to do about hair, makeup, and shoes, make a final decision on your four events for outdoor track, get together the forms for the grad party, find a cap-and-gown picture number for the school display, decorate the rink, find your shoes, admit that it's too late to send out invites, clean the house, stop obsessively checking the mail for letters from universities, get your mom to make your dress for Friday, and convince your dad that plaid flannel is not a good idea for the Grand March. Call up Coca-Cola and pin them down about repairs and missing deliveries, make a list for the deliveries you're missing while doing grad stuff, start training a replacement for the servery for next year, and attempt to remember some of the multitude of things that have slipped your mind.
Oh, yeah. Try to get some sleep. You're starting to crack up.
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CONGRATULATIONS!! You graduated from high school!!! :)
From Jen
P.S. You won't crack up forever. It gets better.
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