May 30th ♥

So. Hi.

Just wanted to let you know that today was one of the best days of my life. And that you make me really happy, V. Even though we both look like idiots in this picture, I love looking at it. It makes me feel all fuzzy and warm and just generally freakishly happy. I'm proud to call you mine.

May 30th will never be just another day for me anymore.

Thanks for listening,

I Am Roseberry

♥ 9.B ♥

So. Hi.

Here's hoping that you haven't judged me to be completely obsessed with a very girly cartoon cat, just by looking at the title of this post. Today isn't about a fluffy white cat: it's about saying a final goodbye to my days as a 9th-grader. And, in case you haven't figured out by now, I ended up dressing up as Hello Kitty for this event (take no notice of the fact that I look like an emo-smiley).

As I wrote yesterday, I just had my last day of school. This included very little school-going, but a lot of show-performing, caramel-throwing, pizza-eating, costume-dressing, horse-drawn carriage-riding, and all-day partying.

The day was just great. At first, the rain was coming down in buckets (just as we were about to ride to Dyrehaven in our open horse-drawn carriage, as a matter of fact) but the weather cleared up during the day, giving way to only small occasional showers.

Our show went as planned, and we got a few laughs in as well, watching the shows of the other classes. But ours wast the best... naturally. Or at least we thought so. Everyone had found ridiculous costumes: our class counted a nun, Spiderman, Hello Kitty, a baby, a cow (complete with utter), a leprechaun, Where's Wally, and Paddington Bear, among many others. After the show, we got to hurl caramels at the crowds of chanting kids (it's amazing what you can get little kids to do and say, once you have the power of candy in your hands). This is an experience I had been looking forward to, since it was me in the flailing and screaming hordes of children, clawing for caramels and colorful candy wrappers. I discovered that it's just as exhilerating and ridiculous as it looks, throwing caramels and chanting "9.B! 9.B!"

One of the best parts of the day, was when our class was sitting in our horse-drawn carriage together, singing every song we could come up with, including some of the childhood favorites from our time together: the Pokémon theme, "On My Way" from the Disney movie "Brother Bear", not to mention an unforgettable performance of Ke$ha's "TiK ToK". Screaming and laughing and singing wonderfully, I'm sure, this was a great start to an afternoon, which continued to be great.

I spent the majority of my time with my class, but also with Ida, Male, V. and other long-time-no-see friends, just generally having a great time. We stayed at Dyrehaven until around 5pm, when some people started to drizzle off home. Several people managed to both sleep and shower before the class dinner (though I managed neither), which we spent at my friend Ida's house, enjoying yummie food and the last of each other's company. After this, we headed over to the house of another classmate, to party on, and continue drinking and keeping our spirits up. Though the night ended in a complete crying-orgie (emotional and/or drunk teenage girls are not to be underestimated for causing complete distress), the day was, all in all, a great goodbye to the school we've spent most of our lives at.

Now, before I go to continue to study for the exams that are constantly looming over me, I'd like to say this:

9.B, my beloved class: We've had our laughs together, and plenty of childhood drama to go with it. We've been with each other, in thick and thin, nearly always there for each other. We have watched each other grow from insecure little brats to cocky teenagers. We've grown together. And though it sounds incredibly corny, I love you guys. And the thought of us being torn apart freaks me out beyond the power of words. But know that our 10 years together haven't been wasted: the little family of 9.B will always have been the best class in history. At least to us.

♥ 9.B ♥

 

Thanks for listening,

I Am Roseberry

CRK // My Last Day As Caroline From 9.B, Skovshoved Skole

So. Hi.

Today:

1. Since my "last day of school" is tomorrow, I had my last day of actual school today. Though we haven't exactly been doing much serious work this week, it's strange to know that I will never receive a homework assignment from Skovshoved Skole again. Am almost starting to miss my dictatorial English teacher, or my jokey-"young with the young ones"-"I'm so funny, and don't you know it" Math teacher.
2. Went to Fest og Farver and Fætter BR with Ida, for the final race to get my costume finished for our show and trip to Dyrehaven tomorrow.
3. Met practically every 9th grader in the shops, who, like us, had pushed the final costume-shopping until not even 24 hours before showtime.
4. This included seeing V., whom we helped find his very own gigantic wolf-costume. We all left with bulging bags, filled with different variations of tiny childrens' costumes and animal-suites. 
5. I now own a Hello Kitty costume, including Hello Kitty hat, pink dress, poofy pink skirt,water bottle, plastic mugs and (last but not least) a pair of borrowed pink Dr. Marten's to top it off.

Tomorrow:

1. Last day of middle school ever, as in EVER! After tomorrow, I technically won't have to set foot at Skovshoved Skole again, except for my three remaining exams, and my graduation. Which means that tomorrow is my last day as Caroline from 9.B, Skovshoved Skole. Freaky!
2. Breakfast with my beloved class, which the 8th-graders have prepared for us (oh, the satisfaction of age-wise maturity....)
3. Performing our final show with my class, which we have been preparing for the last couple of weeks. I can't even begin to describe how weird it is, that it is our turn to do this. It has been the traditon for every 9th-grade class to perform a show at the end of their school year, for as long as I can remember. And now it's us. Sheesh!
4. Caramel-throwing! If you're not from Denmark, you're not likely to understand this tradition. I don't even know if students do it all over DK, at the end of 9th grade. But where I live, we get to vigorously hurl caramels in enormous quantities at the rest of the student body. And I have an awesome little Hello Kitty bag, which I'll use to store caramels, and chuck into the wild crowds of screaming children (which I'm fully expecting will be present....)
5. Going to Dyrehaven with class, school, and, well, pretty much every 9th-grader in the Copenhagen-area. To do what? Drink, mainly. But probably have fun with my classmates one last time. It's not the last time we'll see each other, of course, but still. It's sad. I predict crying, laughing and drinking as the main activities. Afterwards dinner with class, and then "afterparty" (I laugh at the term) at the house of one of my classmates. So basically, a great end to a time at Skovshoved, of which the majority was great as well.

It's really strange, you know. I've been at this school, in this class for 10 whole years. 10 years! That's two thirds of my lifetime spent with the same classmates (with a few additions and subtractions, ofc.)! And even though they drive me crazy sometimes, those cheeky bastards have been my family for the past 10 years. And I'm going to miss them like crazy.

But, knowing that I've gotten in to Aurehøj, the gymnasium of my dreams, and with only 3 exams left, the fact that time is just racing by, seems just bearable. If not completely lovely.

Photo courtesy of Nuit Sans Fin

Thanks for listening,

I Am Roseberry.

Right Now, I Could Shit Rainbows!

So. Hi.

During the entity of my day, all my fellow 9th-graders were getting their letters and e-mails and whatnot, saying that they were indeed accepted at the gymnasiums of their dreams.

That is: everyone except me.

The gymnasium of my dreams is Aurehøj. There is no other place for me. Nowhere else for me to go. And I swore to myself that I would do everything in my power to get in. Which I did. And I don't think I've ever wanting anything this much. So since March 1st, I have been waiting for my answer.

All day long I waited. But no e-mail! I even ran home in recess to check my physical mailbox. Still nothing. I was already sucked in to various conspiratol thoughts of hacking into Aurehøj's computer system, but this failed me, as I was too paralyzed by excitement to even attempt to act on it. I was practically ready to piss myself when I headed for a 4-hour choir rehearsal. Here I thought I could evade all thoughts connected to my non-apperearing letter. But I had forgotten that all of my friends from choir had gotten their answers already, as well! Each and every one of them lined up, telling me they got their wishes, and asking me if mine had come true. All I could answer was: "Err, I don't know".

In a nutshell, I had to wait until I got all the way home before I knew if I was going to spend the next 3 years in ecstasy, or in a living hell.

But, after around 12 hours of nerve-wracking waiting, I got my wish. A little golden e-mail from "Aurehøj Gym." had ticked in to my inbox when I got home, beckoning to be opened. And though my hands shook, my breath caught, and inexplicably, my mouth watered, I managed to click on the e-mail.

And that's when I started screaming.

FREAKING YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH, BITCHES!!!!! YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES!

I GOT IN TO AUREHØJ GYMNASIUM! OOOOOOOOOHHH, I'M SO HAPPY, I COULD PUKE GLITTER!

 Apologies for typos and strangely concocted sentences. Can't think straight. Aurehøj, here I come!

Thanks for listening,

I Am Roseberry.