Pomp And Circumstance... and lots of plaques.

Huh, I poured my heart into a letter to Basil for Strawberry's benefit, and she didn't even comment.
SO TODAY. Graduation. That song they always play at graduations, Pomp And Circumstance, is still ringing in my head. I was one of the kids in the little band playing it at the 8th grade graduation last year, so I know from experience that this song will stay in my head for several days.
Parcheesi made a really good speech. Yes, that was the first nickname for her I could think of, based on her last name. I got to stand up for having a grade point average of over 3.7, but then again, so did about 50 other people.
Many plaques were given out, but I didn't win a single freakin' one. It's now my goal to be good enough in high school to win a plaque of some sort, even if it's a cheesy one like "This plaque commemorates the girl who managed to trip and fall in tennis more than anyone else in high school history".
Earlier today, in school, we received our yearbooks. Basil, being the wonderful and charming gentleman he is, drew a heart around the picutres of me and Leo (which were right next to each other), and the comment "I love your love for Leo". Luckily, my mom didn't ask to see my actual picture, and didn't notice that comment. I wrote a long and personal message in eeryone's yearbook. Except for Strawberry's, where I merely wrote "HAGS". She was upset by the lack of deep meaning, but she didn't notice all the emotion thriving within those four letters. Look within, Strawberry.
Last day of school tomorrow! Hip hip hooray!