Sunday, June 8, 2008
♥ Rain Drops
Two days ago it was the last day of middle school. Two. Days. It feels as if time is on fast forward actually. . . The three years of middle school have flown by faster then a jet going threw the sky and yet I still feel as though I belong in my first year. Why is that? Time needs to go slow when you want it to be fast, and when you want it to be slow, it goes by quickly. I don't get it. I guess you really do have to live live to the fullest. Don't waste one second or you can regret it.
My emotions on time come from my teachers. Truly I am so grateful for what everyone has taught me, and I agree with my History teacher when he says that you learn a little from everyone you meet. For I have learned so much that it's hard to believe I'm still just a naive child.
On my last day of school, everyone was crying. Everyone, the day before, had said they were not going to cry. Amazing. I had told myself that I probably wouldn't cry but I did. No, I sobbed into my teachers' clothes. He had told my whole class and many before and after us probably the same thing. Yet still he cried. I don't want to say his words again because I just might cry but I do seriously wish I could re-live my eighth year.
I do not regret anything I've done over the year, but then again, I might not be remembering anything, haha. In short, this has been one of my greatest school years and I will miss everyone who is going to different high schools greatly. Even if I barley talked to them at all.
Good luck! And lots of love!
My emotions on time come from my teachers. Truly I am so grateful for what everyone has taught me, and I agree with my History teacher when he says that you learn a little from everyone you meet. For I have learned so much that it's hard to believe I'm still just a naive child.
On my last day of school, everyone was crying. Everyone, the day before, had said they were not going to cry. Amazing. I had told myself that I probably wouldn't cry but I did. No, I sobbed into my teachers' clothes. He had told my whole class and many before and after us probably the same thing. Yet still he cried. I don't want to say his words again because I just might cry but I do seriously wish I could re-live my eighth year.
I do not regret anything I've done over the year, but then again, I might not be remembering anything, haha. In short, this has been one of my greatest school years and I will miss everyone who is going to different high schools greatly. Even if I barley talked to them at all.
Good luck! And lots of love!
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