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I just got back from my little sister's graduation. I'm so proud. She's a big browner just like her sister. It's unfortunate that my mom cares so much about grades. The whole time I was sitting with her she's like "Oh, I hope britt got on the honour roll, I hope she got as many A's as so & so's kid". Who the fuck cares? I miss the old days. I miss band and choir and having fun every day with my friends. I wish I could go back 2 years to when all of my older friends were saying "Tash, enjoy yourself because in two years things are going to change for the worse" and actually enjoy myself becuase I spent too much time working in highschool. I still spend too much time working and studying. A lot of angry parents approached me, claiming that I had corrupted their sweet, innocent son or daughter. They're right. When I left them they were inquiring about piercings and hair dye and now they all look like a bunch of Manson groupies. I felt cool tonight, those kids looked up to me and I had no idea. It was nice to tell all of the teachers that thought I would do nothing with my life becuase of the way I look that I am in premed, have a descent job, have a nice boyfriend, and am don't feel the need to pick on people 10 years younger than me to feel good about myself like they did when they were supposed to be teaching me. A lot of teachers were surprised when my sister walked across the stage and recieved her honour roll certificates and awards which only made me more proud of her. Why is it they are surprised that someone with piercings can get good grades? Realizing that the popular girls I graduated with are now either fat or look like barbie dolls that have been lit on fire (overly tanned, fried, extra-bleached hair, and too much makeup) was also quite uplifting. I guess when you are that evil of a person inside you just can't hide it very long, eventually it breaks free and shows itself no matter much money your parents have to spend on your trips to the salon. Now I feel like an ass because such things make me happy... I shouldn't be vengeful. I know I shouldn't care about the assholes that made my life hell in highschool, it made me stronger, but I do and I know a few kids that graduated tonight that are as happy as I was to get away from that place. They will be relieved to know that things are different in the real world and being popular gets you a lot less far than it did in highschool... and that the bitches/assholes who picked on you for being different are likely to become fat, ugly, unhappy bitches/assholes in the near future. Muah ha ha ha ha