inevitablesurrender
For some reason memories of my senior prom refuse...
Dear god. I lucked out and got tf out of there a semester early, so no prom… but I got a call two weeks before I was moving across the country to tell me whoops, I had to come back to take one more class because someone goofed on my credits. Months after I’d been approved for early graduation. (All I know is, my father went to a meeting and suddenly I was graduating early again.)
Ah, the ever classic credits screwup. I think my last English elective was a redundant one due to a misfiling, but I didn’t care because it was the only cool English class I ever had. History of Science Fiction as a literary genre, fuck ye.















