The end of something- saying goodbye is a hard thing
School is now over
Not counting my last exam on friday but, it's still over for good.
No more walking in every day feeling as if i could fall asleep just walking to my class.
No more jumping my friends in the halls
No more playing on the computers when I should be doing work
No more bursting out into song in the middle of the hall or cafe or class
No more playing grounders on my spares
No more hanging out with the teachers when I have nothing better to do
No more Drama class
No more Music class
No more seeing my friends everyday of the week.
No more Fletchers.
So what if I do come back to see it later? It won't be my school anymore, it will belong to the next group of grade 12s. It's a time when I really don't want to let go just yet, but then I know that other bigger great of things are going to happen, but like a child with it's safety blanket, or their favorite teddy, I don't want to let go.
I've made and lost friends over the last four years. I've changed and grown, and I feel it. This school has helped me become a better person a better me. I stand up for myself and what I know is right. I'm not as shy or quite as I used to be. I feel alive, and I look it.
I won't cry, because crying would be silly. I'm sad on the inside but I'm happy to know that this isn't the end of it, but just a step to something new. something I've been waiting for. Something everyone waits for. I have yet to hit my highest high or my lowest low, and I can't wait for both.
I'll miss everyone that has touched me over the last four years. And I know someone out there will miss me as well.
Love
Kimberli Francis
Class of 2007
Not counting my last exam on friday but, it's still over for good.
No more walking in every day feeling as if i could fall asleep just walking to my class.
No more jumping my friends in the halls
No more playing on the computers when I should be doing work
No more bursting out into song in the middle of the hall or cafe or class
No more playing grounders on my spares
No more hanging out with the teachers when I have nothing better to do
No more Drama class
No more Music class
No more seeing my friends everyday of the week.
No more Fletchers.
So what if I do come back to see it later? It won't be my school anymore, it will belong to the next group of grade 12s. It's a time when I really don't want to let go just yet, but then I know that other bigger great of things are going to happen, but like a child with it's safety blanket, or their favorite teddy, I don't want to let go.
I've made and lost friends over the last four years. I've changed and grown, and I feel it. This school has helped me become a better person a better me. I stand up for myself and what I know is right. I'm not as shy or quite as I used to be. I feel alive, and I look it.
I won't cry, because crying would be silly. I'm sad on the inside but I'm happy to know that this isn't the end of it, but just a step to something new. something I've been waiting for. Something everyone waits for. I have yet to hit my highest high or my lowest low, and I can't wait for both.
I'll miss everyone that has touched me over the last four years. And I know someone out there will miss me as well.
Love
Kimberli Francis
Class of 2007