Yesterday was my last "day" of school. All we did was write a letter to ourselves to be sent back five years after graduation. Coincidentally, the teacher wasn't at school because she was at her son's graduation. I managed to write a about 1.1 pages, and decided to stop because I'm not fond of writing with my hands for extended periods of time and because I brought my DS to school for
a reason.* On the back of the envelope I wrote "In case of my death, please eat this letter."
In other words, I didn't have a real English final. In fact, the same can be said about pretty most of my other classes. In Japanese all we had to do was ask and answer a few questions orally, and then we spent the rest of the period partying. In both College Algebra and Physics we didn't do anything because the seniors had already left a couple weeks beforehand.
In essence, that leaves only two classes: US History and Ceramics. In history all we had to do was give thoughtful 4 to 6 sentence answers to 4 questions and, quite surprisingly, it took me almost the entire period. In Ceramics, we had an honest-to-goodness Kosher true final exam. Yes, a
real final exam that covered all of the material we learned over the semester. I almost died of shock. That would've made summer quite disappointing, but, then again, it would be funny to watch somebody eat that letter.
*I'll be disappointed in you guys if you don't recognize that song.
It's supposed to be "Breakfast in Bed."
