Endings

The last day of school has come. You feel that you want to cry, next won't be this good, the teacher's this nice, the students this kind. Next year will be the first time in 4 years that you have been in that same school with 4 grades in it again. You know that everyone will be watching out for themselves. Friends won't be the same, teacher's won't be so kind, and the boy's won't be so immature, at least we hope. We will be the youngest in the school, we won't know what to do with ourselves. The homework will be harder. The hours will seem longer, the nights will seem shorter. And as graduation day comes, for us in the 8th grade it seems like high school is so far away. When in reality it's only 3 months away. The ending of this school year will be the ending of our childhood. The teacher's must let go of our hands, next year they won't care if we actually do our homework, our grades are our decisions. We won't have a dress code to follow, they expect that by 14 years old we'll know how to dress approprietly, and for some of us this is true, for other's they still need some practice. The hours of homework won't be so merciful next year, they expect that we can manage time and know when to get to bed in order to be ready for the next day. I know I'm ready, but I don't want to be ready. The end is nearing and my childhood is disappearing, and at the same time my mind is growing. I am ready.