23/03/2002 - 8:24 p.m.

She's leaving home

Countdown to last day of school not counting finals, weekends, and holidays (or that day off we get for Charlie Brown)- 48.

Countdown to first day of camp counting finals, weekends and holidays (and that day off we get for Charlie Brown)- 70.

So really, 68 is closer to the number of days until school is over, but 48 is the count of actual days I have to go to classes, which is a much happier number.

People at school keep going on about missing us. I think that's daft. The only class I actually miss was 2000, because they were a good class. Irreplacable. I think that's sort of their fate, they were treated differently since they started Kindergarten. "They'll graduate in 2000, wow! Bobby, Susy, did you know you were special children? You'll graduate in a special year. That's important, how fabulous of you." They were trained into beleiving they were special, and they got special attention based on it.

Anyway, the point is, they'll miss us for a week or so and then they'll do well and replace us. Everybody thought Lexi was irreplacable until Phoebe managed it. After Phoebe, somebody else will come along and be spectacular too. It's just the way things work. Anybody who thinks that we're the best officers ever (ha ha ha) will quickly find better officers and then make fun of our lack of ability. It's a cycle of replacement and it happens.

The freshmen are not going to miss us by the end of their sophomore year. They just won't. The juniors will move up into our places with the desire to do better than us and they certainly won't miss us. The sophomores, I guess, are the only ones in a position to miss anybody (and considering that my sophomore year's seniors are the only ones I miss, maybe this is true).