Memories. [to be cont./edited.]
As I walk these halls for the last time,
I remember the memories.
First day of sixth grade.
My first, real dance.
Outdoor Education.
New friends.
Learning what was “cool.”
Seventh grade.
Even more new friends.
Clarinet.
Medieval Times.
Figuring out what exactly a best friend was;
and realizing that I made two.
Eighth grade.
Missing my best friend.
But finding someone else.
Not to replace my old friend, just a new friend.
Realizing how hard Geometry really is.
Making even MORE friends.
Seeing how much I really will miss the people at this school.
But ready for ;
Ninth grade.
Filed by two13 at April 15th, 2008 under Uncategorized
