Sen10rs

I. Am a high school. Graduate. Whoa.

All the seniors dressed up like marshmallows and blue blobs last night (caps and gowns are lovely things), and we walked across the stage of the Bountiful Regional Center one by one as our names were called. We all moved our tassles to the left, and it was done. Claustrophobia ensued as all the graduates filled the front of the building, and all was finished.

All night Sen10r madness commenced. I have realized I am not a good person past three in the morning. I slap people. I run around like a fool. I think I fell asleep standing but I can't be sure. The only time I was really awake after three was when I won a car. Oh yeah. I won a car.

What?

Bountiful Mazda gave a used car away (a Protege) to the person who could write the best essay. I guess they liked my essay. All the sen10rs were in the auditorium, and they were like, "We have two runner ups." Maria Lee and one other girl each received a hundred dollars. By this point, I was dead in my chair until I heard, "Deborah Moody!" For some unexplained reason, I shot out of my seat and stuck my hands in the air and yelled, "YEAH!" I'm pretty embarrased. At least Iwon't have to see most of those people again...except for at reunions...dang it!

Anyway, I walked onto the stage and waved at my screaming friends and then went outside with the spokesman to look at my new car. My new car...

Weird.

Amy, Caitlin, Austin, and Jeremy ran after me and tackled me. I almost fell to the ground. It made my life. And then I got my picture taken with the car, I got to sit in my car, and I was given information on when and where to pick it up.

I won a car.

Holy jeez.

What a way to end High School, eh?