h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

I couldn't have been more wrong about the pace of the rest of the school year. After Spring Break, it all seems kind of pointless, almost like a dream. It's like that at the end of every year, but even more so this time, because we're planning our graduation parties, registering for classes for college, and so on. It's almost like we already graduated. I didn't go to prom last year, so I'm exited about it, but the seniors that are going that went last year are almost apathetic.

We had to sign this stupid Prom Promise thing that everyone is going to break anyways. Well, technically we didn't HAVE to sign it, but if we don't we don't get to dress down on Friday (we have uniforms.) If it said you promise not to drink and drive, that would be different, but it says not to drink alcohol on prom night at all. We're all going in limos, so why do those people care if we have a little drink to celebrate? I mean, sure it's illegal if you're under 21, but they made that law to curb drunk driving too. I would never drive drunk and neither would most teens I know, but there's no way in hell I'm staying sober on prom night. It would be like having a cake without icing, a movie without popcorn, a bachelor party without a stripper. It's just not going to happen. So I figured, I don't make promises I don't intend to keep. Then I figured, I don't wear uniforms on dress down days. So I signed "Micke Pesa" instead of Mike Pesa, but you can't tell because my signature is real sloppy. I get to dress down, and I didn't sign my name. I know it's dishonest, but it seemed more morally correct than signing something I had every intention of breaking, which is what most people do. Oh well.

Well, Prom night is this Friday, so my next journal entry will be a recap of prom (and afterprom if I go. I still haven't decided!)