It's Over

I find myself thinking back over the year that has flown by. I'm crying silently. This isnt how I imagined graduating middle school. Only three more hours. Only three more hours of being a bulldog,,,in class...everything. It moved too fast. It's finally over. I remember walking into our middle school the first day of 6th grade. I got lost...so many times. Now we're leaving...forever. I will never see this graduating class after midnight tomorrow night. This is the fist place I had real friends. It's the first place I felt I had a real home. All the people here have brought me a home. They brought me a place to laugh, joke, smile, and have fun. Now it's over. High School is next up. It's in September...too soon. How many schools get to know their principal personally without doing horrid things? We know every student in our grade's name...every teacher because we've met our had every one of them. It's so emotional...so hard. Today I had the last day of having normal classes...had the last day of school ending at 2:!7. It will never be the same...never. The people at my school are innocent, smart, and uplifting. It will never be the same..ever. High School is filled with people who are rude, snooty, and mean. You'll never know the names of every person in your school by just looking at their picture in the yearbook. It'll never be the same....I've been blessed...so much. These peoplle are purely amazing. Our graduating class is just over a 100 kids. Our school is tiny and we've been proud of it ever since we walked into our school as a bulldog. All my friends are gone...every funny and entertaining classmate...everything is over. We have one more day together. We have our graduation tomorrow night. It will always be in my heart. The school, people, property, life...it'll always be in my heart. It will never leave...ever. Our school is small, rich, and fun. We have the best people ever. I've had an advantage to be in this school...I'm so honored. Even though we are public, we're smaller than a private school. We have expectations of a private school. If you're getting a C in our classes you're going to get an A in any other school. We're smart...everyone is smart. We have our few idiots...but I'll miss every freakin one of them. We are all friends...every one of us. When the 8th graders forward a message saying to pass it to the 8th grade class...it's traveled in minutes. I'm probably the saddest because I'm one of the only ones not going to the traditional high school. I'm going to a better one. Everyone else goes to another. That's one of the reasons why I'm so sad. Everyone is going to the other school. There's only a few not. I'll miss every one of them...I feel this cold hand clutching my heart at the moment...It's over...