SLTWTR BBS

•{ Last Day of School }•

•{ The Last Day of School }•

As I exit the literal manifestation of the Underworld, I say goodbye to my comrades, who have fought mercilessly beside me the last 32 weeks of Sophomore year. And did I forget to mention just how excited I am for Junior year, with all the SAT's, college counselor meetings, majors and minors, and the daunting fact that my next two years of high school are going to decide the rest of my life. Fun. So once I say goodbye to my favorite teacher, Mr. Lahey (he was English teacher Freshman year) and wish him a happy retirement. I'll, of course miss him, but he has devoted the last 30-something years to teaching pubescent, anxiety riddled "young adults."

Quick side note, how the hell does society expect me to be an adult in a year when I couldn't even tell you when a month is 30 days or 31 days. And I know there's a song or something that 2nd graders know, but I was never taught it. Moving on.

So yes, Mr. Lahey deserves to spend the last years of his life playing golf and drinking margaritas at the beach in Cancun. As I entered his classroom, I was hit with this overwhelming, no, almost suffocating feeling of grief. It hit that an era has just ended, all the days when he would write me passes so I could cut class and watch, "The Dead Poets Society." Or give me advice on school, stress, my parents, and even sometimes my feelings. That was all over. I'm not the one for all that lovey dovey stuff, I hate PDA and I'm really closed off when it comes to, well relationships, but as I gave him one final hug and turned to head for the door I felt a tear stream down my face, but then I felt the need to say one last thing.
"See you later, Mr.Tom."

Mr. Lahey spun around in confusion when he heard his first name, but was relieved when he saw it was me.

"See you later, Miss. Jade Dean," he said with a warm smile on his face.

And as I walked to the train station, it dawned on me that I'll never see him in the hallway or at lunch. But I'm not sad anymore because he isn't.

Farewell, Friend.

*chapter uno done! Please comment, like, hell even PM me question or thoughts and opinions on how I could this book better:))) MT🤩*
{also when should I post I'm thinking Sundays at 4 p.m. I'll be skipping this Sunday because I posted today? PM me ideas and what day I should post.}