This Blogging is Killing Me

I have been writing this blog for quite some time now (off and on.) Just for you (Jamie Hynes)! …Well, for you and just a tiny bit for myself, because here I can bitch about whatever I want and you will read it. Now I don’t mean to make you feel bad or anything, I love you! But with all this time spent, my column style writing has improved and, unfortunately, my essay writing is fading away. Recently in Social Studies, or as my wonderful teacher Mr. Gnandt calls it Life 101, I was handed the task of writing an in class essay to shape myself up for the final exam. This didn’t worry me much at all. Since “Let’s Talk Teck” began I’ve been writing more than ever so it should be a simple task! Or so I thought... My predictions were proved wrong as soon as my first few lines hit the digital paper.

” Conflict is inevitable, whether it is in the home between two siblings and a video game, or two countries fighting over the better ideology. Although the response in aggression is quite different (you wouldn’t put missiles in Cuba with your finger on the button saying ‘Just give me the controller and no one gets hurt.’)”
-Excerpt from the essay ‘Don’t Kill Over Spilt Milk’ By Terry Ecklund

SEE! I can’t help but write that way and I can’t wait until it’s the only way I’ll need to write. And since I am now, according to a slip of garnished paper, “eligible for graduation” it seems that time is approaching quickly. Yes! I “graduated” on Saturday and spent the whole week previous at Grad parties, which were quite Saucesome (especially for Cougle.) For some, the week was very hard to get through, what with the drinking and having to get up the next morning for school. However, in my case it was the complete opposite. I have been more tired this past week going to sleep at 11:00 and waking up at 7:10 than I did going to bed intoxicated at 12:30 and waking up at 7:00. Maybe I should just get drunk every night…
But I have to say: I realized during Grad Week that of all the things I’ve been through nearing the end of my High-School career (my last physics exam, my last time performing for LCI or my last Scandal Filled High-School party), in twenty years you will be all I keep in mind.

Thanks for making these years so easy to remember.

-Teck

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