It’s not just the Last Day of School; it’s the last day of MGS.
Forever.
Sure, it’s there right now, and it’ll probably still be there in 10 years.
But we won’t.
Our time is done-
It’s not our school anymore.
Whether we liked it or not,
Whether we got good grades,
Or made whatever team,
Or got whatever award,
Or even if we were involved in absolutely nothing-
Our time is done.
MGS will be there in 10 years, yes.
But it’s just a building now.
As of 3:30 tomorrow, we no longer belonged.
We will have been replaced once school starts again next year.
Replacing US. Literally.
Essentially, we were kicked out of our school to make room for another group.
Eventually, we will be forgotten.
The building won’t remember us,
And in time, the teachers will forget.
But we NEVER will.
Why? Because more than half our life was school.
Think of any joke you have ever heard or told.
Think of any embarrassing moment.
Any time you got in trouble, drooped your things, laughed, sneezed really loud, drew a great picture, or gave a hug.
Did it happen at school?
Think of any time you cried, sang a song, danced, chewed gum, gnawed your pencil, wrote on your friend’s old t-shirt, wrote with a marker, looked out a window-
It happened at school.
Where else WOULD it happen?
We were there everyday!
Even though we loved going to school, we were ungrateful.
Almost every morning-
We would complain about getting on the bus so early.
And every day-
We would bicker about how busy teachers kept us and how much homework we had.
It was always,
“He’s so mean!”
“She’s too sensitive!”
“That group is so weird!”
“What a bitch!”
I’ll especially miss who I was at the time.
Because by the start of College-
I’ll be different.
My personality that I had at MGS, might be warped over the holidays.
For better or worse-
We will ALL change a little.
And after that, all evidence of MGS might be gone.
I wish I could somehow keep it.
All the memories, and stories we had.
I’d keep them in a little box under my bed.
If memories could be kept-
I imagine memories as liquid-
They are easy to store, but also easy to spill or forget.
I don’t want to forget my memories from MGS.
But when I’m 40, it’s just not possible to remember everything that happened to me at school,
And that makes me very sad.
With that, goodbye school!
This post MAY mislead you to think i'm dreading to stop school but the reality is that i'll miss seeing my darling bitches every single day. Honestly, school was something that truly felt normal for years. It was routine seeing the same faces every year. Frankly, not knowing what surroundings I might be in next year, what weirdo's I might be mixing with, scares the shit out of me. Sort of.