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Tomorrow is graduation. I think it's pointless to have a graduation ceremony for 8th grade, but still. Most people at this time are feeling some huge feeling of sadness, knowing we're all going to different high schools. But me? The reason I chose Sturgis is to get away from my class. Right now, the sad feeling that should be in my heart right now is replaced by annoyance. I felt like slapping at least 10 people today; is that wrong?
And someone tell me: What is the point of having two more days of school after graduation? We're done with 8th grade after tomorrow night. I guess school on Monday is just a few hours where people will go to hug and visit and cry their eyes out. The only thought lingering in my mind that day will be my plans for summer.
And Summer! Oh, Summer! How I can't wait. Persuasive rays of warm yellow light pouring over everyone.
Aside from all of that. I'm just worried. There's this one thing I can't tell one of my closest friends. I want to. But I can't. I want to tell him everything. I want to tell him it, and I'll regret it if I don't. But it's hard. I've been wanting to tell him for almost a year now.
And someone tell me: What is the point of having two more days of school after graduation? We're done with 8th grade after tomorrow night. I guess school on Monday is just a few hours where people will go to hug and visit and cry their eyes out. The only thought lingering in my mind that day will be my plans for summer.
And Summer! Oh, Summer! How I can't wait. Persuasive rays of warm yellow light pouring over everyone.
Aside from all of that. I'm just worried. There's this one thing I can't tell one of my closest friends. I want to. But I can't. I want to tell him everything. I want to tell him it, and I'll regret it if I don't. But it's hard. I've been wanting to tell him for almost a year now.