There are two more days left until the school is out. For lots of people this is a good thing; it's summer break, we can go to the pool, hang out with friends, spend countless nights at other friends' houses… it's like three months of paradise, right?
Sort of. But its sad, in a way — we're moving on again. Moving from Middle School to the ranks of high school. For a long time there will be no more leads for us in the school play, no solos in the big, multi-grade choir; we'll be small again.
But perhaps even more disappointing than that is the fact that we're getting closer; closer to independence, closer to being completely on your own in the world, closer to no more school ever again… while some people might be happy that school is out, its kind of sad. Some of my best memories were from school, and I met many of my best friends there. And the closer we get to moving out of school, the more seperation there seems to be among friends. And when the bells of graduation finally ring, and we are out on our own, thats exactly what we will be: out on our own. We will be seperated from friends, we will lose some of our best friends to the masses of people in the world, and we will, unfortunately, forget.
The night before school started this year, I wrote this post on my xanga. I want you to go there: I made predictions about this school year, I made assumptions on emotions that we would feel, and events that would happen. I wrote it a year ago in hopes that I could look back and see just how much has happened, to force myself to relive the feelings I've felt this past year. Now I challenge you to ask yourself that question: do you still want that summer break that badly?
iRob 