The Last Week
highschool has been one hell of a rollercoaster and i have had a blast every step of the way. i find myself thinking about the last 4 years. about wanting to go to highland, about getting in, about freshman year where i meet one of the coolest guys ever. this guy had the same things on everyday, a t-shirt, shorts, tubesocks, and runningshoes. this guy didnt care what others thought of him and he was cool enough to try and help me pass spanish 1. after awhile he just gave up and let me coopy off of his paper. over the next 3 years we got really tight. he was like a brother to me. senioryear we kind of went your different ways. he growup, and finally traded in those tubesocks for a girlfriend. also freshman year, i played baseball. playing ball i meet 2 guys that truly became family. one was a fat-white-food loving-fart mechine that become my brother. he even gave me a place to stay when home was hell. and one day he will be my bestman at my wedding even though he is moving to the beach in southcarolina. the other was a quite boyscout who did nothing but play with his stupid camping rope. he was there when i lost my grams, and he was there for me all through highschool if i needed him. sophmore year was the best. i meet the girl that will one day marry me. the girl that drives me up the wall but is the only one that can calm me down too. i know i did a lot sophmore year but i cant remember any of it because she was all i could think about. junior year was the year i got close to a lot of people. one of these people was the first to understand me since my best friend died when i was little. we went our different ways in the end. another was this tall itanian guy that smoke and drank to much. i helped him pass his classes, i helped him with his demons and he helped me with mine. this is one of the only guys that i have ever meet in my life that if i needed him 20 years from now, he would drop everything just to help me. senoir year was not a good year. i fell into hard times with me family, my friends, and my girl. the people i got close to and the people that got close to me, went our different ways. i feel i helped a lot of different people and i also felt that a lot of different people helped me in my senior year. i also become very close friends with 2 people. i knew both of them basically for 4 years but i become friends with them senior year. one was this short little kid freshman year that growup to be bigger then me. i played basketball freshman year because he wanted me to and senior year he paid me back by playing baseball. he will alway be my son, and i will always be his dad. i also become friends with this guy who is really cool. i refer to him as the harmless-giant because he is very big but also so down to earth that he would do anything to help someone. he lost the rattail but never his kindness, even though the worst of times.
i am saying all of this because this is what i remember. not the boring classes or all the fucken drama but all the people that were there for me and all the people that i was there for. writting all of this brings i tear to my eye because this is truely the last week. for the lostest time i thought that this was going to be easy, that this was going to be just like when i moved from canada to here, but it's not. when i felt canada all my friends were there to see me go. and because they were there it but my mind at peace knowing that i did something right. this time when i leave though, i know i am coming back but theres only 1 person there to see me go. saturday,16, 2005 is when i leave till college starts. no one has really called me to do something, and i havent really called anyone to do something either. everyone is going there different ways. the large group of friends is breaking of into small ones and i just feels like i dont belong in any of these groups. so, i guess this is bye.
i am saying all of this because this is what i remember. not the boring classes or all the fucken drama but all the people that were there for me and all the people that i was there for. writting all of this brings i tear to my eye because this is truely the last week. for the lostest time i thought that this was going to be easy, that this was going to be just like when i moved from canada to here, but it's not. when i felt canada all my friends were there to see me go. and because they were there it but my mind at peace knowing that i did something right. this time when i leave though, i know i am coming back but theres only 1 person there to see me go. saturday,16, 2005 is when i leave till college starts. no one has really called me to do something, and i havent really called anyone to do something either. everyone is going there different ways. the large group of friends is breaking of into small ones and i just feels like i dont belong in any of these groups. so, i guess this is bye.