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The final stretch. This is it.
This is even more intense than when I finished watching the third and last Lord of the Rings movie for the first time. We're at the end of it all. Or the beginning. Whichever way you choose to look at it.
It's thrilling, and sad, and bitter, and exciting, and fun, and busy, and weird. We're really graduating. In a few weeks I'll be crying as they call my name to take the walk and collect my diploma. Hopefully, Dr. G won't turn into a giant demon-snake, like when Buffy graduated. Sunshine would be nice.
We've done so much together over the past four years. I mean, all these memories keep flashing through my head. No more will we be able to terrorize the English Resource room, gossip with Mr. Flinn during lunch, or even get down on our knees so that random strangers will drive us up to our cars in the pit.
I mean, I remember 9th grade: Hodes' class. Squirming out of getting a detention with Saz. 10th grade: It was pouring visciously out, and Nat and I dashed out of the art class and into the rain, catching puddles with our bare feet. 11th grade: Liza and Laoretti bitching it out everyday. And now. This year. We all grew up over the summer, whether we were in France or our friend's hot tubs. We've made new friends, and I've become even closer to Saz, Nat, Liza, Rose, everyone. It's so wonderful.
I want every bit of the future to be a surprise, starting with this summer. Get readyyy.