Thursday, June 27th,
Today was the last day as a student at my beloved school. Next year, if I came back, I would be nothing more then a visitor, or volunteer, someone greeted by our secretary, or the office helpers I had once been. This was the day many grade eights missed, or came in after lunch for, but I wasn't one of them; I wouldn't miss school.
My Mom let me sleep in (seeing as I went to bed at 1 am this morning) and drove me in at 10 am. When I got there, our class was relaxing and all chill, considering there wasn't that many grade eights. I went around and got a few people to sign the autograph page we were given (a lot of the boys didn't want to, oh well for them).
A lot of people were upset that we have to wait a week or so to get our Yearbooks.
Then I had to write a thank you, well two thank you cards, to the sponsors of my awards. I felt they mimicked each other, but Mr Arves said that was fine, and I wrote them out in a good copy, and gave them to Mr Kews.
I had a card for Mr Kews, Mr Arves and Madame, and in French, when we were playing French games, I gave it to her, and she got all sappy. At the end of French I got another hug from Madame.
At this point in time, some girls showed up (Summer only for her report card, but just because she is going camping), such as Sally and Mary. We watched Despicable Me (LOVE THIS MOVIE!) and at the very end of the day, me and another girl went around to say good-bye to almost all the teachers in the school.
Some of them I talked to (since I had been in this building since kindergarten and the other girl was part of the addition that came with another school. Therefore I knew more teachers), and others just said goodbye.
The last person I said good-bye to was Mary, and she almost started crying when I hugged her, and I had to tell her not to cry which only made her closer to crying. So I gave her another hug, and told her if she ever needed help on any subject in high school, that I would help her, all she had to do was ask. (Because, as seen in previous entries, Mary has a hard time understanding certain things if someone who doesn't get her explains it. So it all depends who explains it to her.)
That was it, I left, and that was my very last day at my school.
As I have said before, it was pretty emotional I guess...
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So, I'm done school until next year, please vote and comment, perhaps.
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