Posted from School

Yeah, I'm in study hall and I'm really really bored. Really. I almost fell asleep on the computer. Haha these kids are coming in and getting their very large summer assignments for Honors English next year. I'll be getting mine for Academic Challenge very soon. Of course, it'll probably be just summer reading. Some of these poor kids have summer assignments for English and math. Poor kids. Then again, it isn't really all that bad.

Today, right now, is the end of the second to last day. Finally. It sure feels nice to see the year go down. Man have I changed over this year. Then again, I change over every year. Summers are times that I change a lot. Seriously, before last summer I was quite different, in my tastes, thoughts, and actions. Let's just see how this summer changes me. Maybe I'll change a lot, maybe I'll change a little. Who knows?

Tonight's the Eight Grade party; I'll go to it since a lot of my friends will be there. I really do hope it doesn't suck. Man I'm gonna miss this school. I still remember how scared I was to walk into these doors and how I missed the Elementary school. I still remember how much this building scared me. Now, it's old hallways and classrooms form a second home for me. Really, I'm gonna miss it when I leave. And I imagine it'll be the same way when I get ready to leave the high school. Wow, I'm already thinking of graduation. I wish I were a little kid again. It was just so nice. Now there's all this responsibility and care that I hace to deal with. It feels nice sometimes, but other times I long for a time when I was carefree and life was fun and new. And sadly, I know it'll only get worse.

Happily, I know It'll never get too rough. I'm sure that even though I'll be attacked by life in a few years, they won't be able to take art and music away from me. As long as I still have them, I'll be happy. And then, if I work hard enough over the next few decades, I'll have a nice retirement waiting for me. I'll be able to spend my old days in a nice house with my family and the things I love. Man, will it be nice. And I promise not to be any of those old people that can't seem to like anything anymore, when I get old and retire, I'll think back top these times as the best years of my life, but I'll also remember my longing for the time I would be in. I would know that the younger me--the one from the best time of my life--would want me to enjoy my older years. Then, I'll die when my body quits working properly. I know it's inevitable, and I accept it.