  Today was the last day of school. This would be the fourth time that I'm sad to be leaving an educational institute. All the other times, I was happy. How utterly sad. Preschool. Don't ask me.
I didn't even know how to speak English then. Kindergarten. I... don't remember. First grade. Hated school. Thought my teacher was psycho.
Was *very* glad to leave, but I had to get this huge bearhug first. That was suffocating. Second grade. Really hated school. The teacher wouldn't let me read in class and thought I was some sort of delinquent that couldn't speak English. Third grade.
Was glad to leave. Dur. Fourth grade: Ehh... this was grade school. You're never sad to leave school when you're that young. Fifth grade I was actually somewhat excited to go to Mesa, so leaving Grazide had no qualms. Sixth grade.
Crap, I was just like "YAY! SCHOOL'S OVER W00T! " Fun barbecue, too. Seventh grade. I don't really remember, but I don't remember being sad to leave any middle school grade. Summer school (CS).
Oh crap, I cried on the last day. I think it was because everyone was leaving and only a few people were even coming back, and that day had been the best day EVER. Frances was staying over that year too and neither of us was very happy. We'd had a "secret" water balloon fight away from the rest of the school-- just Chris, Mitchell, Jason, Jesse, Kirk, Jessica, Frances, Katherian (I thiiink, though I'm not sure), and me. CTY 2003. I didn't want to leave.
I really, really didn't want to. But that dratted shuttle made me leave at two. Eighth grade. I was so sick of the idiots that I'd known since first grade that I was overjoyed to leave. Haha, sorry Platypus. CTY 2004.
REALLY didn't want to leave. End of story. And now, ninth grade. God, I hate to say this. Platypus is going to hate me for life (after she finishes pelting me with rocks, stones, shiny things, pointy basketballs, and sledgehammers). I adore Troy.
For the first time in my life, I actually really like school. Does this make me a nerd? Probably. But hey, CTY and my SAT score has already cemented me as a nerd, so what have I got to lose? This is going to be the longest summer vacation of my life. Damn, I wish school started in August.
Okay. You can all throw rocks at me now. P.S. I'm really sorry if I glared at you today; I couldn't bring myself to smile or laugh. There were so many people I wanted to say goodbye to or at least SMILE at, and I could barely talk. ;.
; I'm so sorry. 
