getting to school whenever you like not worrying about uniforms or actually going to class signing yearbooks farewell barbecue promises to meet over the summer grads crying counting down shaving cream lots of hugs
It has honestly been the best year of my life, bar none at all. I don't think I'm ever going to be able to bring myself to throw out my yearbook, my drug awareness notebook, my agenda, or even my debating tabs. I love each and every one of the people I have spent this year with. Yes, Alec, even you. The shaving cream fight was unbeatable this year (must have been the music). After, we walked down six blocks to my place. I'm sorry if we left Kaj on Westminster. Alec went home and I didn't know what was happening. But we got a lot of pretty weird looks. (And the best: me standing in the middle of my street, picking up the full watering can and turning it upside down over my head.)
I really don't know how else to talk about today, except by saying that if I hadn't just looked through three AMAZING rolls of film, I would be sobbing my heart out. I know, I'll see everyone from RWA through the summer, but all I can think about is that day in October when they first posted the exam schedule and I realized that my life was flashing past me far, far too quickly.
To quote Kaj and other people's yearbook entries in various friends' books, I don't know what else to say. I really don't. I don't know how I could possibly say anything more.
I want you to smile at me.
(lol Kelsey. I realize I'm only fanning the flames, but it's sort of fun to see you struggle, attemptimg to interpret. Besides, I can't think of anything.)
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