Yes, it is indeed the last of school. Was I thrilled? Sorrowful? Well, you tell me: I cried, I laughed, I cried some more, and then I laughed so hard my stomach hurt. I thought so.
For you see, my dear reader, it was not only the last day of school, but the last day of elementary school. Never again shall I attend Neil Armstrong Elementary School, for I have progressed to bigger and better things. Next year, I shall attend junior high.
And as happy as that particular thought was, it was also somewhat depressing. I have gone to the same school for 7 years, and have became quite attached to the place. Not to mention, Voldy, (see Dharz_9317) (oh yes, Voldy, be afraid, for I have revealed your true identity! MUHAHA!) one of my awesomest friends ever, is moving and won't be attending junior high with us. As is another of my good friends, Desiree. But Desiree is moving all the way to Michigan! *sob* It's hard. It's been a terrific year, though, very wacky, very wild, very unpredictable, but terrific nonetheless. No regrets for sixth grade, definitely. *sigh* I wouldn't have done a thing differently, and I guess that's what counts.
Laughing through my tears, smiling through my crying, happy through my misery,
Hillary Marie
Dharz_9317
It's just sad to know that we won't ever tread that familiar path to Kingsdale and Higgins on the same yellow school bus, walk those same boring gray halls again, never drink from those water fountains after gym that always spouted warm water, never again walk the Halloween Parade, attend the annual Holiday Sing Along, try to keep out of sight of Dr. Cottrell, try to keep all of our friends away from Jessica, or any of that. No wild and crazy lunch periods when the boys would "scare" us with oranges or diss us in a particulary nasty way. Good-bye, Neil Armstrong Elementary school!