It's been ages since I've even given this a thought, let alone sat down and typed something out.
Grade 8 has come, and is very nearly gone. I know I'm saying that with more than half the school year left, but trust me, it has flown by. It's different this year. It has not been like others, when you're nearly done the year, and you realized that you're nearly done the year. There haven't been any exclamations of, "The first day of school seemed like yesterday!" Instead, at least for me, each day has been recognized and put aside, each one faster than the rest. It has been quick, for you realize that, yes, that we did that project back in November, two months ago. It is a different kind of speediness, with you wanting it to last longer, as it is your last year. We all have changed since the last year, some very minute, others shooting up. When we look at all of our class pictures, it's astounding to see ourselves. New faces have appeared in some, others disappeared. Personalities have changed, some not at all. Everything, now, has that air of finality, everything followed by the exclamation of, "Can you believe this is our last time?" Next year we will all leave, a group of us staying together, others venturing out on their own, leaving the pack. It's been fun, and I hope, will continue to be.
Huh, this was not supposed to become all odd and sorta deep and formal and stuff, but, what can you do?
