So, in a detour from my usual random crazy crap, I'm going to do something serious.
Yes, I know--none of you thought that I was able to do something seriously. But, I can.
Today was the last day of school.
But, it seems as if it was last week that I was walking into Fletcher's first and second block French I class, praying that I was in the right place.
I remember that first week, everything shiny and new--even the building. Especially the building--they had just finished building earlier in the year.
Well, everything but the doors, because none of them actually closed all the way without serious effort.
Then, after that first week, everything looked old.
I would have failed that first semester if it weren't for extra-credit teachers that thought that I was a gift to teacher-kind.
Then came Winter break.
And the second semester came.
Within THAT first week, the cheap tiles started coming up. All of our workbooks were doodled in and frayed, and the desks were covered in doodles and carvings.
And the teachers were p****, because they now had to remember ANOTHER 100+ names.
But now, it's over, and the next year is going to SUCK just as much as this past.
But there'll be some good parts:
We get a whole new set of teachers (that most likely won't know who we are) to annoy the crap out of.
We'll get to get new agendas--ones that the pass-book part won't be torn out of, so we can skip some more classes.
We'll get to see our friends again.
And let's not forget the very best part--we won't be eighth-graders anymore, so we get to pick on the new fishes.
Holly Hades, I sound like I'm giving a speech, limm.
I swear, if my computer dies and this hasn't been saved, I'mma seriously hurt somebody.
Most likely by hitting them in the head with a giant spoon.
THANK YOU, Fletcher, for not giving up on me when I was going through a bad spot. THANK YOU, Marshall, for putting up with me in general. THANK YOU, Haruko-San, because I would have killed MYSELF if I had had to put up with me as much as you did. THANK YOU, Bowers, for simply being the best science teacher possible. THANK YOU, Mr. E, for putting up with my sarcastic random bull. THANK YOU, to all of my friends, because we all know that I would have gone even more insane than already am if if weren't for you guys. And NO THANK YOU, Greenwood--I hope you get fired, because your teaching SUCKS BOUNCY BALLS (In ALL of the classes you teach, and I know because the demon ladies in the Main Office put me in all of them. SERIOUSLY, PEOPLE--GIVE ME A BREAK!!!!).
