I went out with Abby, Kevin and his friend from Ann Arbor Mike on Monday. Mike and Kevin were visiting for the film festival until Monday night, so we all roamed around Traverse City and ate at Hanna, which ended up making me sick later. After dinner we went to play laser tag at the new entertainment center, and of course Tim Wade, the dean of students, had to be there. Long story short, I wasn't signed out and got in deep shit.
It probably wouldn't have been that big of an offense - in all likelihood it would have been a three-day on campus suspension. But that would be, like, the forty-billionth time that I would have gotten into trouble, and before any disciplinary action could really be taken my parents withdrew me with Interlochen. It's really weird - I don't actually believe it, even though I'm home now and all my stuff is unpacked. It's kind of the way I felt when Heath Ledger died; like it's not actually happening.
Yesterday at six thirty in the morning my ex-boyfriend Erich drove to campus to say goodbye to me. We smoked Marlboro Reds in his car and talked about everything, which was weird because he and I haven't had a conversation literally since the beginning of the year. He looked at me for a long time and made fun of the freckle on my eye and I made fun of him for wearing pants that don't fit him. After that he walked me back to my dorm and when I turned to leave he called me back, telling me that the reason he'd been calling me was because he missed me and wanted to start hanging out with me again, which made me feel like a total shit-head because I've been ignoring him. I kissed his cheek and he kissed me. I'm glad we left each other on good terms, because otherwise I would have been bitter forever.
I miss Abby and Rachele and Nora more than I can possibly express. I don't know what I'm going to do without them. Hopefully I can make it back up for graduation, but right now I don't know what's going to happen. Other than my going to public school.