"LAST DAY OF SCHOOL BITCHES WOO HOOOOOO" is what I would normally be saying.
This is just plain depressing. The school is CLOSING on the LAST YEAR. WHICH IS NOW. I had 2 great,fun,nice teachers (give a couple more of my lesser favorites) that always encouraged me and my drawings.
And now I won't see them again. Or atleast in person. I have one's email. But that's beside the point.
I won't see half my class. My best friend is going to some stuff school in Oakwood.
Everybody was crying their eyes out,hugging,and saying goodbye,and overall everybody turned into tear-creating machines.
I have the ability not to cry in sad situations,and it did NOT come in handy. I wanted to cry so much to get it off my loving stomach.
It wouldn't come.
I did tear up a bit. That counts.
I loved that building,believe it or not,I loved learning there. With knowing I won't be there a 5th time (I started in 2nd grade,all other grades in a different school) is just like life gave me a kick to the balls and commanded my life be dull.
The school is Holy Family School. It was a christian school,though I denied every religious teaching in my mind.
Shouldn't have. Would've been one good ol' memory.
