Kay. So. Presented my senior project today. The project that determines whether or not you can graduate. It's required only in the state of WA...go figure. Pretty much all day before I presented, I dragged my feet around school telling all my friends,
"This is the last time you'll see me. Cause I'm going to die today."
"Die? Why?"
"I dunno. Embarrasment or humiliation or heart attack or something."
"Oh. Okie dokie."
Yeah. My friends OBVIOUSLY don't know how much of a terror to your health the senior project can be, or like, the chances of dying during the presentation, but whatev. They love me, I think.
So at 1:45pm later that day I go inching into the presentation room, wearing my best "I AM A CAREER GIRL EVEN THOUGH I'M TOTALLY NOT LOL" attire, hoping to God I didn't look as hellish as I felt. I don't think I'd slept more than 3 hours for 2 days. I was right to be tossing and turning at night...This was it, Judgement Day. The day I'd been fearing since the day I first stepped through the doors of high school. The day when everyone looks at you with sad eyes as you trudge down the hallway, dragging along your presentation board. The meanest teachers and even your enemies are watching you with horror and awe, solemnly wishing you good luck and the like. Like they were gazing upon a condemned kid walking to the gallows.
I shook hands with all three of my judges, not even hearing their names, I was so focused on my utter terror and itchy pantyhose.
Their talking actually kind of sounded more like "Waa waaaa wa wa wa waa! Waa waa wa wa waaa." ...Just in case you wanted to know.
So I whipped out my notecards and started speaking, forfeiting my life to the hands of fate. Was I to break down and start shrieking mid-presentation? Would I be so awful the teachers would kick me out of the room?? Would I fail so horribly that I wouldn't be allowed to graduate with my class? Would I tear a rift in the space-time continuum because so much loserdom cannot fit in one dimensional plane? WOULD THE EARTH THEN BE SUCKED INTO A GIANT BLACK HOLE???
"Wow! That was such a great presentation, I'm not sure what to ask you for the Q & A section because you covered everything so well."
Woah. I was done? ....WHAT?
The judges were satisfied with my presentation. Nay, they were IMPRESSED with me. WHAT? ...WHAT??
"So you raised $3,000 for the elementary school...that is incredible."
That was probably the ONLY good thing about my speech, or so I'd thought. My community service HAD been pretty impressive looking on paper.
"Well, Kylee, where do you plan on going to college?"
"Er...well...I was thinking the Seattle Art Institute or the Academy of Art University in San Francisco but I'm still keeping my options open..."
"Great, great! You mentioned in your speech you do your art digitally. What's your favorite art program to use?"
"Uhm...well, that'd be Macromedia Flash. I like to animate cartoons and stuff."
And from there, the judges inquired only about my art and future, and it was as if they had not heard a word of my retarded statistic-spewing research portion of my speech about illegal downloading.
...AWESOME.
It was a Christmas miracle in the middle of January. Like. That was how amazing it was. My judges acted as if I was this genius child. I couldn't believe it.
"Thank you so much, Kylee. You can leave now."
I can...leave?
...Free.
I. WAS.
FREE.
This couldn't POSSIBLY have been this horrible day of death I had imagined nearly four years ago. Poof, it had come and gone, and I'd aced it. FREAKIN' ACED.
As I walked outside to the parking lot, the clouds parted and the sun shone down, and I could almost hear the angelic choir singing "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" as I victory marched all the way to my mom's car. She had brought a boquet of roses for me. I couldn't tell if she had them for just in case I had run out of the building crying and screaming, but oh well.
IT WAS A DAMN GOOD DAY.
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RANDOM QUIZ TIME!
1.YOUR REAL NAME:
Kylee Noele Henke
2. YOUR GANGSTA NAME: (first 3 letters of real name plus izzle.)
Kylizzle (AWESOME)
3. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (fav color and fav animal)
Blue Cat
4. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, and current street)
Noele...uh...East? (it was either that or "Street" and a jumble of numbers...XD)
5. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first name, first 3 letters of mom's maiden name)
Henkyhau (...woah.)
6. YOUR SUPERHERO NAME: (2nd favorite color, favorite drink).
Red Vanilla Coke
7. YOUR IRAQI NAME: (2nd letter of your first name, 3rd letter of your last name, any letter of your middle name, 2nd letter of your moms maiden name, 3rd letter of you dads middle name, 1st letter of a siblings first name, last letter of your moms middle name)
Ynearkh (Yuh..neark?)
8. YOUR WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (mothers middle name and fathers name.)
Leigh Darren (That doesn't even sound like a last name D8)
9. YOUR GOTH NAME: (black, and the name of one your pets)
Black Rosie (Woah...that's sorta cool XD)

Was the project really hard? >:
i hope i do as good as you
i'm a senior this year and i don't have to do a senior project but i do have to do a term paper
its worth like 40% of my english grade and it the the final exam
the interview is gonna be killer
But it's great to hear everything went so smoothly and congrats to you! I didn't know WA required high-school seniors to do that o.o Ah well... such is life.