Well, it's over. The four years I put in have come out, but I don't know how just yet. Acadec is over, and it feels funny to know that I've gotten my last medal, answered my last relay question, and done my last 7 minute interview (which netted me the gold, by the way). I don't know exactly what to do with myself.
All of last night, I had really frightening dreams, about acadec. I dreamed that I became angry about it, and it was all Andrew's fault. He made me bitter. I dreamed I got a 6800 and Aidan gt a 4000. We decided that it was a mistake in the scoring, but that I would have to re-take the math test. They went on. Maybe they made me oversleep by an hour. But I think the medal I was wearing made Ms. Maleug not give me a tardy. Very good, because one more means detention.
I feel like such a senior.
Asoka reminded me of Lewis and Clark and of Oedipus, and Amadeus this morning was just all about the Music. Damn you, Peter Shaffer, and damn you Demiquiz writers!
This nostalgia is a little too wierd for me right now.

thebes // cairo