I don't know about you, but I friggen love high school.

No, I'm not even joking.

Aside from the occasional drama b.s, high school has been awesome. I got even closer with two of my best friends and the amount of fun we have just laughing says it all. It started freshman year and now:

Where the heck did three years go?

We're going to be seniors in the fall, that's crazy. I feel as though I was just walking into my high school for the first time.

As much as I do want to leave and move on to my next stage, college, I still feel so sad that I have to leave this one! The teachers were great in my high school, aside from the few meanies.

I can't even imagine how the seniors this year feel about having to leave.

I would be balling my friggen eyes out!

I know a lot of freshman who are still scared and might even hate high school. I just want to shake 'em and tell them "you're gonna miss it one day! a lot! like me!"

'Cause I am.

It's making me sad just writing about it.

Even though I want to grow up so badly, sometimes I just look in the mirror and think: 'Wait, I'm supposed to be turning ten, not seventeen.'


Anyone else got the don't-want-to-leave-my-friends-and-high-school sulkies?

I know I do...






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