Moving On

Thinking of the years ahead... Finally becoming apart of the high school, brings a smile to my face.

Thinking of leaving the school I have spent everyday in from 5:50-2:45 makes the tears flow down my cheeks.

I love school. If academics were a drug, then I would be using every second I could! Leaving a school for another though... makes me feel as if I am cheating in a relationship. The junior high I have attended for the past three years is quickly falling behind me, while the high school I am SUPPOSED to be apart of next year takes a new step toward me everyday.

Sure, it'll be a new experience, and an interesting one.. but, it won't have the same students that have been with me since 1st grade nor will it have the same teachers that I have become acquainted with and close to.

(hidden chuckle) Like, for instance, Cal, one of my closest friends since grade school and one of my most powerful crushes since third grade... he's going to a different high school and practically vanishing before my eyes. Getting fainter every time I see him, I hug him while I can, and pray for the promised summer hangouts we have been talking about everyday for the past 3 months.

But on the teachers' part of it.. I will miss all of them (Yes, even the nutty-overly-tanned-English teacher, who corrects every grammar error that I make in my sentences).
I already miss that teacher I had for first period in seventh grade... who seems to be pregnant every year, the drama teacher who has let me get away with everything minus swearing and saying the lord's name in vain, that one algebra teacher who pretends to loathe me- when really she can't take not seeing me every morning (as she wrote in my yearbook), that science teacher I have had for two years (Who is probably the coolest kid in the school), that teacher that I have been with for everything (AKA Brave Beginnings, Summer, TA-ing, English, Cross Country, Stage Crew, Media Productions, and a play), the history teacher with the crooked glasses and sarcastic humor (who has eaten with me every first lunch for two years), that Spanish teacher- who paid me to clean her yard, and last but never letting herself be least my current English teacher... who I just got to know and don't want to part from. I will most certainly miss telling her random truths as she shakes her head at the idea of it all..

I dunno..
I will miss a lotta things..
This is a really crappy ending...
But I will miss it then dream about it
I am too tired.
Swell Dreams