sunshine_queen | Last day recap.

Okay. This is the first year EVER I did not cry on the last day of school. And I mean, ever. As in, my entire school career.

That I can remember.

Since I have a poor memory.

... Anyway.

So, I went in. The air was still broken this morning, so I go into school, and welcome the air.

And find that the wing where my french class is? BROKEN AIR CONDITIONING.

"Well," I think with a hearty chuckle, "It is a good thing I'm going to Corradino's room to make up my essay exam!"

So. I cross the courtyard to the next hall. Go UPSTAIRS. Go the the FRONT, as opposed to the BACK of the building. We're talking polar opposite side of the building.

The air, it be gone.

Yessirree.

So, you can see, it's been an air-cursed day.

I didn't really care about the essay exam. I only wrote three, they're were all BS, and then I fell asleep after I finished 'em. Then I woke up and turned them in, and Corradino was like, Y'wanna go to Khausinau?

And of course I did.

So he wrote me a pass, and off I went.

The whole WORLD was in Khausinau's classroom. Including Marcos.

(swoon. sigh.)

I go over to help Addy prepare for Corradino's essay, which she was going to make up in the next period. Marcos, for some reason, suddenly has crutches.

He comes over at one point, puts his arm around me, and holds up a camera. I barely have time to smile before he takes the picture.

Eee.

I study with Addy some more, then I go around the room, chatting with people. I wind up in front of Khausinau's desk, chatting with Ana Mendieta and Kamillah.

And I feel someone behind me, so I turn to look.

Marcos ducks the other way.

I turn the other way, he ducks the other way.

This keeps going until he's actually just moving his head across my back and shoulders. I mean, I could've just melted. Dude. Marcos.

*sigh*

Anyway, we talked about stuff- honestly can't recall what, but it had something to do with his crutches and how he was supposed to be using them but wasn't. Then I asked him if he would come to Barkow, and he did.

Of course, Gabi was there too.

I talked to him a few times- once, to bitch at him about using his crutches; again, to talk about his whistling; and then towards the end of class, I wound up writing everyone's name in cursive on their hands in markers, including his. This was right after Gabi had really pissed Marcos off.

I'm not obsessed or anything.

And so, now I'm a senior, and I am excited.

And the AC was fixed! YAY!