I graduate in about three weeks.

On April 13th, I placed a phone call to California.

I was calling an old teacher of mine, who insists on everyone calling him Donald. He was my first grade teacher, the one who first taught me English, the one who first showed me how amazing the language is, how to write, how to read (and later, much later, I took this teaching and gained my freakishly fast reading speed), how to be a proper student and fall in love with learning. He even gave me my pet turtle, for goodness' sakes. (It's long dead now, buried in the backyard, but I still remember it fondly.)

I gave him a phone call yesterday, telling him, "Heyas, there's this student that you had as a first grader way back when in 1998 (hey, ZUN was making his awesome games back then!) and she's graduating in a month's time. That student is me. Uh... hi. I'm a senior in high school, and I'm graduating, and since you made me promise that I would call you, I am. I remember that you made me promise that I would do that, so that you would be able to come see my graduation, the fulfillment of so many years of hard work and hope. So uh... if you could give me a call back, that'd be swell. Well, thank you."

It was all to a message machine. Which made me think, inside, that maybe in eleven years since then, he'd moved houses, or at least changed his phone number. I tried to look him up online, but I couldn't find him; considering that, way back when, he had pleaded with my family to never buy a computer, since it would only make me a bad student later. (Of course, not even he anticipated that the internet would become so popular and crucial to education in the future. He was, like, fifty years old and white-haired, even back then. He's got to be over sixty now.) So I didn't hold out much hope, to be quite honest.

And on April 14th, he called me back.

He was elated that I still remembered everything, and so happy that a student of his had kept her word and found him. He was delighted (he was really fond of that word, "delighted", and kept saying that "your English, the way you speak is simply lovely, lovely," and so on) that I was graduating as a Top Ten student, and that I had been the Editor-in-Chief of the Yearbook, and of all the things I had done during these past eleven years. And he said that he would do everything he could to come to Denver in time to see me go up on that stage, receive my high school diploma, and graduate.

Awesome things happen in my life. \o/

Additionally, according to Ruka, this --> [link] is what my Pixiv profile looks like. So...

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IF YOU WERE KILLED BY A UFO ATTACK I WOULDN'T BE AT YOUR FUNERAL BECAUSE I'D BE IN PRISON FOR KILLING THE SHRINE MAIDEN THAT KILLED YOU
ICHIRIN + UNZAN ARE TRUE BROS
WE RIDE TOGETHER
WE DIE TOGETHER

This is what I think about before graduation~
Now, to procrastinate even further on studying for my Human Rights IB test... which is this Thursday. Oh noes~