End of School Life

So we tried our hand at making a coil gun today.  It reminded me of most of my school experiments since it was a total failure.  I didn’t expect anything less (it was Dietrich teaching it), but I did realize I have a really bad habit.  Whenever our coil gun would fail, I would just hand it to Patrick and go run off to do other stuff.  I goofed off with Jacob and his flash, talked to Sam about his inability to blog, and attempted to steal Anh’s camera parts (she didn’t leave an archer to defend them).  When things get rough, I end up ditching them until I feel like I should get back to work.  I guess I should work on that, but on the other hand VNA was becoming super frustrated because he couldn’t get the soldering iron to work.  

When to lunch and debated on if I should do my senior handprint.  Feeling of my belly being full vs. having a handprint that nobody will care about.  Amazingly I did both.  Had to run around a lot, but I got it done.  In English I left and went to work on my valedictorian speech.  I don’t want to appeal to the masses as Jessie wants me to do.  I would rather fill it with random inside jokes and humor only a few friends would get.  Hopefully Mr. Nelson will not look at it and say it is horrible.  I’ll leave ‘nav to explain all the “good” things about Sherando.  

Went to history.  There Mrs. Andrews gave each of us a card with a message she wrote for us.  Picture should be included in post.  Expand it as you know how to (just follow Anh’s instruction on her handwritten blog posts).  At the end of class, she gave the four students she has had for four years (Elizabeth, Amber, Jessie, and I) a book.  She seems to really understand us.  Book pictures in blog too.

How True

Note!

  

Love that Bookmark

Another Note

Then later today at 6, our history class had a dinner party at Butcher Block.  There we chatting with Mrs. Andrews, culminating in us giving her a scrapbook we worked on.  It included pictures, quotes, messages, random drawings, everything a scrapbook should be.  Mission success, we got her to cry (in joy of course).  Good day.  

Scrapbook