Not my time

I have bad luck, just plain, simple, bad luck. It is rare to get a neuroma from a surgery or a severed nerve, but I did. Lyme disease is apparently also rare, but I'm not sure if that statistic is accurate. To top off my bad luck rant, I didn't get a job today because I somebody who wasn't supposed to come back to work at the ski hill this year decided to come back, so I didn't get the job as Lifty. I have bad luck, but I guess I also have good luck; I don't live in poverty, I am educated, I live in Canada and my life is pretty easy compared to many others. Yet, I still have rather bad luck.

To look at my luck in an other way, at least I have luck. Like the comedian Bryan Regan once said, its not "Take Care," or "Good Luck" but "Take Luck." So I do have luck, I just would much rather it be a different kind sometimes.

Out

Tomorrow, I am, out, of, here.

Too late

It is late, and this is probably the most important post I will have ever written. Today i graduated. Just from high school, but it feels like more than high school. Yes, I will be embarking on a new journey, a new adventure, but it is also the end of a journey and the closing of an adventure. As happy as today was, I am sad. I don't know that many people who are sad to graduate.

I also inherited some pretty special things today: my name is engraved in the Groos Salver Award plate that will be displayed in the trophy case for as long as the school is here, but I also inherited something from my grandmother that past away from cancer long before I was born. I have her emerald ring, well, I have the diamonds and the emerald reset into the same white gold that she wore. It was a gift from my parents, some kids get a car, but I much prefer something meaningful and something I can pass on to my granddaughter. Speaking of cancer, I also was recognized today for what I did for cancer patients in BC, and received a $250 award. My late grandmother lives on today, through the stones she wore, through the disease that claimed her life, and through me, through the person I have become, and am still becoming.   

I will soon embark on my journey towards becoming a doctor, my journey to helping eradicate cancer, and saving people that have been told it is too late.

The breaking of a brick

I realized today as I was hulling bricks up to the third floor of Harvey House, that I am like a brick. I don't show emotion really, I have the same straight face when I am in pain, happy, sad, or angry. It is not like I bottle it up inside me like, afraid to let it out, I just don't really show what I am feeling. I might express it with words or actions, but my face will remain the same. I am like a brick; if you chip at me enough, throw me around, and drop me a few times I might break. The only difference between me and a brick is the fact that my body is mostly made of water, and I do, believe it or not, have the ability to cry.

This saying good by, packing up all my stuff for good, and leaving the place that has been my home for three years makes me feel like I have been thrown around a lot. I might just break.

Feelings

I thought that finishing high school would feel different, feel like I was moving on to a new stage in my life, but in truth I feel nothing at all. I don't really feel happy, excited, sad or nervous, I feel exactly like I did at the end of grade 11. Maybe I am the only one who feels this way...

One more thing...

I have just one more thing left in my high school career, and it starts at 1pm Monday afternoon, a math exam. Am I ready? Nope. Will I be ready by Monday...maybe, but lets really hope for the glass half full side of maybe.

So long my Tigers

The last boarder's chapel is always a sad affair, especially this year because it is my turn to stand up when my name is called, my turn to graduate. Yet, this year, Mrs. Jackson made it more a fun affair. We did a flash mob at the end to "I've gotta feeling" by the Black Eyed Peas. (It is the same one Opra did.) It was really fun, and we danced the sadness away.

Purple foot

This title could have many connotations, but there is really only one denotation today. My foot is purple. Which, if you know me, isn't really a surprise. However, today my doctor drew on my foot with a purple skin marker to outline the "hypersensitive" area. Not only did he draw on my foot but he took a picture of it, and not just one picture, but three. Why? To e-mail them to a plastic surgeon of course! (Why would even ask such a silly question with such and obvious answer?)

All of these really fun treatments that I have been doing that involve a lot of large needles, (and no, not the acupuncture kind, those are puny compared to these suckers), didn't work. My only option now is surgery, Yipee!!!! 

Meetings, phone calls, conflicts

I decided to call a HOH meeting tonight, and I stupidly picked 10'oclock as the time. At 10'oclock all but grade 12s have to check in and go to their rooms, so the common room is free. However, I want to go to bed at 9. Not all that smart.

I also received an invitation yesterday to be part of the student panel at the Global Responsibilities Conference on Friday. I said yes, and then today I had a message on my phone for an over the phone job interview on Friday, at 2:30. Which of course, is during the conference. I really need a job, but I also made a commitment. What to do, what do.

So many conflicts have arisen. Off to my 10'oclock meeting. 

I love mathematics

Math is probably one of my favourite subjects, but I fell asleep today doing math in the library. I feel bad, Mrs. Abs would not be pleased, and she already said I am now failing math because I was wearing way too much orange for her liking yesterday during spirit day. What can I say, I have a lot of spirit, and sadly Mrs. Abs hates orange. I have yet to admit to her that orange is my favourite colour, my room at home is entirely orange, and to top it off, my favorite pair of cycling shorts also happens to be orange. I am planning on telling her this fact after she marks my final exam, and I also need to find an orange deck of cards that contains thirteen 2's. (The second part is going be a challenge, perhaps even more challenging than finding a strapless bra that will moderately fit me...)

Also, this blog spell check doesn't think that favourite and colour are words....they are.