Today, it was my last day of school. In the afternoon, it was really exhilarating, and everyone had fun. I spent most of the time begging my teachers to round up, lol. We had the most fun ever though...I talked to people I never talked with before.
When school was over, it still wasn't bad, because we still had a promotion party to look forward to. I spent six hours at New Park Mall, and spent $43 on four t-shirts. >.> Usually, I never spend money like that...but today was the last day of school, and the first day of summer. I just wanted to have some fun.
At 5:45, we went back to school for the party. It was really amazing! The school had totally transformed into a carnival-like ground, with candy, drinks, pizza, etc., etc. The gym was a DJ dancing room; music was booming really loudly from there. There were game booths where you could get prizes from. I spent a really long time dancing in the gym (the last one ever!!).
Finally, it was 9:30. That was when it started getting really, really sad. It suddenly felt nostalgic to walk through the green gate...the one I had walked through so many times to go to class. The two years I spent in this school were the best I ever had in my life. I know it's not really fair to say that; my life has only been 13 years. What do I know? It's the way I felt though. I loved this school, and all the students! I'll miss my friends, and I'll miss hating my enemies. All of us are so different, but we've been through heaven and hell together. Everyone was commenting as we were walking towards the green gate about it; people were going to their lockers to look one more time, or to hug a teacher one last time. For us, the reality of summer hadn't passed over yet. We are not like many other schools; there are schools in America that seriously lack discipline. Yet we have the pride of being from the most prestigious public middle school in the entire state of California, and we will soon be going to one of the best high schools in the whole America. For many other schools, the students are only bound together by classes. For us, though, we are not bound academically. We learned to understand each other, and care for one another. Most of us have grown up together. My friends have been with me for more than seven years, my enemies have hated me for more than seven years. But this is middle school....too many people are moving. Including one of my very best friends, Lucy.
As we were walking through the green gate, I felt like crying. I believe we all did. Several people actually did start crying...and then we started shouting, "Good bye [school's name]! Bye! We'll love you forever!" And WHAM! ...we were through the gate. Within 10 minutes, everyone had filed out, and the green gate closed; temporarily for the people inside, but for us, the gate had closed forever. Never once will it open it's familiar doors for us. The sevies will take our place, and guide the incoming sevies to learn the beautiful community the school has created. In life, we always have to move on, although sometimes it's just too fast.
Lucy was going to cry. She would be leaving for another city, in a whole new place. When we went to the mall earlier, for a while, the four of us that went sat in the armchairs they had in the department store and talked with her. The school she was going to move to was extremely low in discipline, and we told her not to go to the "bad" side. We told her to stay herself by the next time we saw her. Haha...even though I'm Atheist, I'm praying to every God available that by the next time we see her, she will still be Lucy, and not a lowlife who takes pleasure in hanging with a different guy everyday with retarded make up. I wonder if there will be people in that school who will watch out for her. She's an extremely disorganized and clumsy person, although she is great in athletics and academics. Without us there, will she lose this and that everyday? We were joking about it earlier today at the party, but in truth, all of us are in doubt.
There's something else that's different about our school...it is 99% Asian. There are very few blondes in our school; perhaps only 6 eighth graders are pure American. Last time we went to an amusement park with another school, there were rather cruel comments about us. The Caucasians from our school refused to recognize our difference. Why would they? We are people who have been together since we were all 5 years old. We know our friends better than their own parents do. Lucy will be moving to a city where there is 99% Caucasian, and 1% Asian. There's no racist intention of this; it's just a fact. She'll be someone different. What will happen to her in that kind of different society?
To me, the reality of summer still hasn't set. I cannot believe that tomorrow, I won't be waking up early to go to school. I wasn't this sad about leaving elementary school; I wonder why? But leaving middle school seems so sad...the teachers were our friends; we can recognize each and every mark around the school. There are precious memories that we will never ever let go. I hope no one else forgets...after all, we were all together for so long, and we've been through a lot together. When one of our teachers collapsed, it was us students who waited and waited until his status was cleared. We all helped each other; it was normal to go up to a random person to ask for a cellphone to use. No one would hesitate.
Our student council president said so herself during promotion..."14 years doesn't make us experienced in life. 14 years isn't my whole life. But right now, even for just a minute, this is the happiest, saddest, and most exciting moment of my life. We are all going to move on, and eventually, there will be a time when we all have to separate. I know that all the adults out there [listening] is probably thinking that that girl up on the stage has no idea what she's talking about. The best in life is experienced later on. I want to argue and say that nothing is better than graduating with my schoolmates, who have become close enough to be my siblings. My family will always come first; but all 563 students spread out in front of me...all of them have taken a place inside me. Someday, I will grow so old that I will not be able to remember all 563 names. I know one thing though; even without the names, I'm sure I will still remember the feeling that holds us together. Trust me...*laughs*...we've been so bad that it's unforgettable!"
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Finally, school is almost over. This year passed quickly, but I can't say that it was easy. Lots of things happened too. It reminds me of last week. I mentioned before didn't I? A best friend called Jasmine. In America, kids usually wear backpacks in middle school; we totally ditch the whole roller bags thing. In sixth grade, Jasmine was still using a roller bag, so my family decided to give her a Jansport backpack for her birthday. Jansport is a brand name, and their backpacks cost more than $50 where I am. It was weird, that day. I was walking to math class, and Jasmine happened to walk past me. I thought something was different, so I turned around and looked back at her retreating figure. Guess what? She changed her backpack...to the more popular "smaller type" Jansport backpacks with exotic designs. I have no idea why I'm so pissed about it...everyone has a right to change their bag whenever they want, and I know that! But every time I think about it, I keep getting angry. It was a really expensive backpack, and in less than two years, it got replaced by a more "in" bag. I wonder if she has any consideration. Like what I would think about it. Dammit, why the hell am I ranting about this anyways? Geez... It really bothers me though. People aren't usually supposed to have awkward moments with each other, if they have been best friends for 13 years. Now though, there are lots of those moments. I can talk with other friends more smoothly. You'd think we could just ignore each other like that. But NO! Even my freaking mom is getting involved. She gets mad at me if I speak badly of Jasmine. I hate adults in that way. They always act like they know everything, but that's all only for their face. They don't understand anything. How strange though. Because of that, I hate it.
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