Graduation

So it's official. I'm done! I am an official high school graduate, as of Friday the 29th of May. I wasn't really all that excited to go to the ceremony thing. I had to go pick up mom at the office, and anyone that saw me would be able to testify of the truthfulness of my words...I wasn't all that excited. I mean, it's just graduation, for pete's sake! I walk up on the stage, shake a couple hands, get a couple papers, sit down. Big whoop. Please pardon my use of this extremely over-used...thing (I would have said cliche, but i don't think it quite falls under that category), but in the end, I was glad I went. The ceremony was nice (and quite long). Very different from others...which it would have to be, considering there were only like 45 graduates! It was fun...I had a good time going around after, taking pictures with friends. It was really sweet, today, I put up my graduation pics and stuff, and this girl from my class, you could say we're friends...I don't think I'd call her up to go to Mexico, but we talk and laugh and have fun...anyway, she wrote on my wall on facebook (have I mentioned before how much I love facebook?? well, I LOVE it) and told me how she was upset that we didn't see each other and everything...yeah. It's a good feeling, knowing someone missed you and wanted to see you...yep. I tried putting a couple pics right here, but it won't let me...this computer obviously won't miss me (and to be honest, I won't really miss it...), but they're on facebook...uh yeah.
Anyway, so the night of graduation, we were supposed to go to Mayaguez, but dad got sick, so we watched Finding Neverland instead (great movie! made me cry, obviously...). Mom even ate a whole bowl of ice cream and a whole brownie to celebrate!! I feel special. :)

So now that I'm done with everything, I've been thinking about my time here. It's been a wonderful two years, and I wouldn't have changed any of it (except the parts when I got painfully sunburned and no tan). I have learned so much, and have made so many good, lifetime friends...wow. I can't really put into words how I feel. I was trying to write in my journal, but I quickly gave up, because I didn't know how to say it. I have said on more than one occasion that the day I leave PR, it will be the saddest day of my life and one of the hardest things I'll ever do. To be honest, many tears have been shed already. Hopefully I'll be all dried up when that day comes, but I doubt it. So if you pick me up from the airport, and I'm all puffy and red and look hideous, don't worry. :) It will be weird to not be surrounded by misioneros constantly, even though I'm not really...but their pictures are everywhere I look, and dad's always on the phone with one (I can almost use the word always in a literal sense), or we're talking about them, and they're mentioned in practically every prayer offered in our house. It will definitely be weird. They have become a part of my life, and it will be hard to let that go. Don't get me wrong, I'm totally stoked to go to BYU, because a lot of misioneros are going there and are already there, and I'll see a bunch of them, but there's something about those plaques...
Anyway, I guess this post was just a "Tenery realizes that her time in PR is coming to a close and she's thinking about her past" moment...wow, that was a long moment.
Whelp, I mean well...that's all I have. I'll update again when Craig comes... 25 days baby!! oh yeah!! :D