Today calls for a new post because today ta-ta-tarampam-pam I graduated from high school!
I made plans earlier to get my diploma in some random flip-flops (everything in the name of comfortability) and of course I ended up going in 12cm high heeled shoes. I didn't fall down though as I am the master of walking in...basically whatever. Every woman who says she can walk in anything and on anything, should try it on cobblestone pavement at 4 in the morning after heavy drinking and dancing... in at least 10cm heels.
As I shook hands with the principal, more than 500 people watching how my babyblue silk dress sticks against my sweating ass, I suddenly felt the handshake was very real and very true. He watched me in the eye and said something like: i really congratulate you, you have done great!
I felt as if I were the best student in the school. Because he said it like he was really, honestly, proud of me. And then I hugged my teacher and as I was doing it she said: come here my stella
And again, I felt like... she was proud of me.
I went back to my seat and asked my friends what the principal and the teacher had said to them and they told me that it had been just a plain: congratulations!
I also got a special diploma for notable achievements in english and literature. How nice is that!
By the way I just closed my eyes for a couple of seconds and then tried to open them and probably looked like a chinese tourist watching sunrise. I think I need a rake to comb all that false eyelash glue out of my own lashes.
It rained today the whole day and for some weird reason it didn't get me feeling low at all. I actually felt it was sweet. Sweet because this is estonian weather, I am estonian, this is my country, these are my people, and we all have fancy dresses plus awsome hairdoes and we are soaking wet. But we don't mind. It's Estonia. And who knows it better and accepts it better than we, estonians.
At the end of the ceremony a secret guest performer was announced to come before us and sing a song. And, none of us could believe it, it was our headteacher. He really came there...infront of us all...with a guitar and sang a song by Aerosmith, if I'm not wrong. And he sang so good. I started crying and it felt sad that I had to leave all those people behind.
Later we took pictures with friends. I was freaking tall so probably on all the pictures everybody looks incredebly nice and you can see my kneecaps or, if lucky, my waist.
I went to eat with my family in a really beautiful and very expencive restaurant Buenos Aires from which you can see the panorama of Tallinn. At last I could eat meat (I was in Italy for 2 weeks...so it was either pasta, spaghetti or pasta there). I ate like crazy and told my mother that if anybody looks at me weird, she is allowed to say that she will be a grandmother soon. :)
Then we went to the theater. They way we went was cool too. My father is all his cleverness parked the car close to the theatre but we had to go along train rails and it was raining. Plus, I never grow tired of repeating, my heels were 12cm.
The play itself was something amazing. I thanked my mom many times for buying the tickets after it.
It started with a film shown on a big white blanket -
A young woman and a man walking on a road between hayfields. Then they came to a boat on the beach, sat in, and the man oared for about 10 minutes. Nice mellow music playing, the way waves moved in a calm rhythm....very lovely. Then they came on shore...walked a little bit more....and suddenly at the theatre the doors opened and the same woman and man were standing there...and on the blanket it showed the same thing, they were in the theatre now. The next moment, from behind them, and old car drove in, speeding, and hit the wall. About 8 guys came out (although the car was rather small) and started singing.
It was not an ordinary play as there was no speaking, only singing. They sang old runic songs, you know, where one guy sings a line and then 15 other guys repeat the same thing all together.
I'm too tired to write everything what happened there but ...it was amazing. All the time something happened. Like this absurd little moments. At times the songs didn't even have words. Like for instance, they just sang "mmmMMMM" but in different octaves. It was powerful. At the same time the light went into the left corner where there was a wine cellar and a guy behind a table, opening a bottle of champagne. He opened it,but it was a fake bottle from which this champagne foam-like liquid squirted as high as about one meter. They guy tried to fill his glass but the foam kept squitring and squirting for 10 minutes. He was soaking wet and his glass was still empty. He sat on the chair, his hand with the glass fell down, he looked incredibly sad...and the lights went off.
I am too tired to write about all the funny things that happened, but I hope you get the point what I wanted to forward. That the play had men singing all the time and the things that happened where like little funny sketches.
I don't know how long it lasted but it felt like 15 minutes and I was very surprised when I understand it had ended.
Now we went to a very elegant, stylish and also expencive cafe where I ate a chocolate cake with ice cream, drank cappuccino and champagne and didn't think about diets or anything like that even for 1 second.
Going to Italy really put some things into perspective for me. Though they will fade soon 'cause estonian lifestyle is hard to ignore when you're actually living in Estonia.
The whole day was so very nice and really...for once I can say that something went exactly like I wanted it to go and it was simply perfect - the way school ended for me.
There is one more thing I wanted to write about.
Semu.
I hope you remember Buddy.
Well, wonderwomans best friend has again proved that she is as lovely as she looks.
She got me 25 new pictures of Semu. Yes, Semu has new postcards, blue this time. And his smile is a bit different. Me and my friend M discussed that last year, when we were 18 and everything was new for us, then Semu had this "EVERYTHING IS GONNA BE ALRIGHT" smile...a smile that gave us strength and made us believe we would make it.
And this year it's more like..."You know you can do it ;)" kind of a smile. More wicked...more self confident. Not so warm and funny anymore.
I will post pictures later for sure!
And wonderwomans friend...I just have room for her in my heart now. I like people who take time for you, who do something nice for you. It's the most a person can do for another. And it's something a lot of people don't do. I mean being nice to someone you really don't even know so well. This is special. And I am a person who does not forget.
Neither does Semu. And he is fucking happy to conquer the world again. This time in another suit and with another smile. This time it's the summer of 2008.
This time Semu knows what he is worth.
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Graduating
Friday, 20 June 2008
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