I feel much less peculiar than I'd expect.
Being the first last day of school ever and all, it'd be natural for me to start to get all sentimental and teary-eyed. "Oh it was only three years ago when I was a scared little freshman...." "Oh, I remember when everything looked so big!" "Oh, that was when I met you!" Stuff like that.
But threats of all these "lasts" seem not unnatural, but completely and perfectly normal. Instead of leaving me with tattered shards of memories that I viciously try to hold on to, it's almost like finishing a really good book that makes your brain hurt while you read it: it was good sometimes while it lasted, but there is no way in hell you'd want to try to read it ever again because it's rather painful. Jane Eyre! High school is like that, really.
I can't think of a whole lot that I'll miss though. Maybe someday I will, but right now nothing really seems all that memorable. Classes, eh. Teachers, not anything truly spectacular. The activities? Hmm maybe. Maybe I'll miss all the clubs I'm in and whatnot. Well, I take that back, I KNOW that I will miss band and cry like a toddler who's been told to take a nap when I have to leave it in the end. And I'll miss all the people I call friends, but we can keep in touch (we'd better!)
But why bother trying to end this now, when it's only just beginning...Well, in a way.
I really really really am looking forward to college though; I think I may love it.