Day 906: Being Grown Up
May. 13th, 2010 10:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nagi_schwarzIsn't half as fun as growing up.
These are the best days of our lives.
Wednesday was kinda crazy. It was grey and ugly and not nearly as warm as Tuesday, which was unfortunate, because I went out without a jacket. The day involved me and my parents tearing my flat apart, throwing a load of junk out, and then rearranging it. I don't know how they did it, but we tossed out my entertainment center thingie, bought five additional bookcases, and now my flat looks much more spacious than it ever has before. My parents are awesome.
After the crazy cleaning and reorganizing and the like, I went out to Abby and Bev's place for a farewell barbecue. It was pretty awesome, knowing how much my Relief Society sisters love me. Food was tasty, and we had awesome conversation. I talked to Suzanne a whole lot, who'd been in the ward when I first started there and then went to the UK for grad school. We talked Brit Coms, British accents, and our favourite telly programmes. I talked to Bev's younger sister, Audrey, who got married halfway through 1L. I'd originally visit-taught Bev and Audrey together, and now I teach Bev again, and it was totally like coming full circle. I got to meet Korina's sister Maria, and we sisters played a rousing game of Catch Phrase, which was awesome. Then the storm hit full force, so we girls bailed out and headed home. I hung out with my parents, made lace, and went to sleep.
Today we cleaned my house more. I went to pick up my cap and gown and I found out...I'm graduating cum laude! I totally didn't think it would even be possible, and I did a crazy dance in the hallway, and...wow.
The rest of the day was insane. I finished cleaning my room, and then I went and got my hair done, only the hair lady was running about an hour late, so I had to rush and pick up my parents, pick up Angela...and then go to the demo team thing with Tomie. I was hoping (and sort of not hoping) that the black belts would be there so Angela could get some sweet video of them doing high-flying dives and rolls and stuff, but none of them were there (which meant we avoided a potentially terribly awkward situation). I was the only actual dojo student - the rest were some of Tomie's younger students. I was the top-ranking one, and also the only one over the age of about ten. Man...I'm never going to make it as a teacher. Those kids drove me nuts, constantly fidgeting and chattering in line. Also, they thought I was only 14, and pretty much didn't believe me when I told them I was 24, and...ugh. But my parents were there, and they got to see me in action. Before we got started, Tomie told me I needed two combat techniques ready to go. I managed to drop-throw him, rear-throw him, arch-and-turn him and get him into a decent arm-lock. Poor man took a whole lot of abuse for the entertainment of others.
Afterward, my mom told me she asked Angela if the throws were staged, and Angela assured her that they weren't. I'm pretty sure I did kinda scare some people with the fierce. It's easy to get down with the kiai when the kids are doing it too. Tomie was super-grateful that we'd shown up. He told me that once upon a time they had 16 people on demo team and at least three of every belt color at testings. The dojo has kinda shrunk, which makes me sorta sad, but I also dig knowing pretty much everyone else I train with. After the demo, I dropped off Angela and mom and dad and then went bellydancing. Did some work with zills, and after class I got hugs and a trill for graduating.
Graduation is tomorrow.
I'm nervous and excited and a little afraid.
Motion City Soundtrack: the future freaks me out.
These are the best days of our lives.
Wednesday was kinda crazy. It was grey and ugly and not nearly as warm as Tuesday, which was unfortunate, because I went out without a jacket. The day involved me and my parents tearing my flat apart, throwing a load of junk out, and then rearranging it. I don't know how they did it, but we tossed out my entertainment center thingie, bought five additional bookcases, and now my flat looks much more spacious than it ever has before. My parents are awesome.
After the crazy cleaning and reorganizing and the like, I went out to Abby and Bev's place for a farewell barbecue. It was pretty awesome, knowing how much my Relief Society sisters love me. Food was tasty, and we had awesome conversation. I talked to Suzanne a whole lot, who'd been in the ward when I first started there and then went to the UK for grad school. We talked Brit Coms, British accents, and our favourite telly programmes. I talked to Bev's younger sister, Audrey, who got married halfway through 1L. I'd originally visit-taught Bev and Audrey together, and now I teach Bev again, and it was totally like coming full circle. I got to meet Korina's sister Maria, and we sisters played a rousing game of Catch Phrase, which was awesome. Then the storm hit full force, so we girls bailed out and headed home. I hung out with my parents, made lace, and went to sleep.
Today we cleaned my house more. I went to pick up my cap and gown and I found out...I'm graduating cum laude! I totally didn't think it would even be possible, and I did a crazy dance in the hallway, and...wow.
The rest of the day was insane. I finished cleaning my room, and then I went and got my hair done, only the hair lady was running about an hour late, so I had to rush and pick up my parents, pick up Angela...and then go to the demo team thing with Tomie. I was hoping (and sort of not hoping) that the black belts would be there so Angela could get some sweet video of them doing high-flying dives and rolls and stuff, but none of them were there (which meant we avoided a potentially terribly awkward situation). I was the only actual dojo student - the rest were some of Tomie's younger students. I was the top-ranking one, and also the only one over the age of about ten. Man...I'm never going to make it as a teacher. Those kids drove me nuts, constantly fidgeting and chattering in line. Also, they thought I was only 14, and pretty much didn't believe me when I told them I was 24, and...ugh. But my parents were there, and they got to see me in action. Before we got started, Tomie told me I needed two combat techniques ready to go. I managed to drop-throw him, rear-throw him, arch-and-turn him and get him into a decent arm-lock. Poor man took a whole lot of abuse for the entertainment of others.
Afterward, my mom told me she asked Angela if the throws were staged, and Angela assured her that they weren't. I'm pretty sure I did kinda scare some people with the fierce. It's easy to get down with the kiai when the kids are doing it too. Tomie was super-grateful that we'd shown up. He told me that once upon a time they had 16 people on demo team and at least three of every belt color at testings. The dojo has kinda shrunk, which makes me sorta sad, but I also dig knowing pretty much everyone else I train with. After the demo, I dropped off Angela and mom and dad and then went bellydancing. Did some work with zills, and after class I got hugs and a trill for graduating.
Graduation is tomorrow.
I'm nervous and excited and a little afraid.
Motion City Soundtrack: the future freaks me out.
