When it was my high school graduation, I was cheering so loudly because I couldn't wait to get the hell out of that place.

I just finished the last official school day of university. So fucking surreal. I cannot believe it. I was at school today like it was any other day - bugging the security guards, bugging Sir Pulan, bugging Camille, bugging Martin, bugging EVERYONE, basically. Denise was saying things like "I'm going to miss you" but it never crossed my mind that she was saying that because it was the last time she was going to see me in the classroom with her! I even thought she was being a little weird, going all dramatic like that. Now look who texted her in a panic, saying things like "I didn't even hug you! How scandalous!" My insides are jumping up and down, and not exactly in celebration.

Maybe my subconscious was aware though, that things were at an end (so to speak). Martin, Camille and I switched IDs so when we'd swipe them at the library, the guards would have a cow because different faces would show up. And they did (have a cow). Then I kept taking pictures of the statue of Fr. dela Costa because it's new and it looked funny. Maybe that was a sign of saying goodbye.

I'm not making sense.

At ES this morning, my classmates were getting ready to go on their field trip to the beach on Sunday. They were planning all sorts of things - putting their digicams inside ziploc bags, bringing gin pomelo in their colemans, smoking on the bus, etc. "No waiver forms, no field trip!" the professor said. Meanwhile, I was asking my professor about my final exams next week.

I don't feel like crying or anything, but I feel something. I don't know what. I would blame the lump in my throat on Toots Thieleman's "My Ship," but I just checked Kazaa and it ended ten minutes ago.

PS. We also went to UP to canvas for bookbinding prices. Ate at Roddics and forgot to pay. We just walked out, realizing it only when we were back in school. They called me a thief. I called Camille a thief because she once stole a box of post-it flags from National Bookstore. I called Martin a thief because he never paid for Fr. David's handouts. Even Steven.