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I have to tell you something amazing.....here it is....

When I walked in the room your faces gave smirks, you acted like you were they only good thing around. But after You were done sharing your work it was my turn, so i walked up to the front of the class, and shared whati had written how I felt, and Alas your jaw dropped open in awe as you heard the words I spoke. And you never spoke unkindly to after the words I wrote, you judged me as I had walked in the room, but after I spoke your judgementleness went away, you never spoke forte words I had written had given you hope and they said exactly this...

"there's a future for all of us no matter our looks, And. as long as the moon and stars shine each night, there will be hope for all of us , we will make it through the night. Even if we go to bed without food or a blanket we'll always know what do the next day, we know we will make it through. Though our hardships are big, we know we are stronger, we can accomplish anything, anything together. As long as we're hopeful and keeps family in mind, you'll never worry about yourself, no your to kind."

I get shot down
To the ground
With no one to catch me
They just watch
As I fight off the thoughts
That maybe there right
Because I no there not
I'll fight through the night
For my rights
Because sure, they can take away my pride
But they can never take away my drive.
 

Summer, is so amazing, you think it will never end and the the next day your back in school. I wish summer could last forever.... No homework, school, just parties, and swimming in pools. Everyone loves summer even if it's pouring outside its better then going to school, right? Part of the reason kids love summer so much is because there is no homework. Your little brother or sister who's in kindergarten gets to watch tv when they get home, or go outside, maybe even to a friends house. But not us we have to go upstairs in our rooms and do our homework, when all of the work you did is just graded. When people ask me what my favorite subject isin school I say. "I don't have one, unless you count school"

I can't wait for summer, it's almost here just eight more days of school and then I'm out of here. The ice cream the cake no homework waiting as its calling my name. More friends, less days where you watch me as i sit near a window pane, so bored waiting for the house to clean it self. More shopping less dropping in your chair when it's time for class. Less projects, no due dates, just waiting for my plane. It's taking me to paradise where the word 'school' is not to be said. No fans blowing in your face just the summer breeze, and the coconut trees, giving me the shade I need. I'm catching up on my rest, the rest they hardly give me, with waking up early. And no time for a quick movie, no wonder kids come out so frustrated. Well I can't wait for summer, no one can. And if you can spare the change buy me a ticket to France.

Maybe someday, we could live in a perfect world. Maybe some day I could be friends with you, but for now since we're not don't talk to yet don't talk, it would be better to ignore you then to be judged day and night. Or would it, well I don't care what they think of me, why should I. Should I let it bother me? Well I won't let anything come between us, even the bullying won't stop us...why? Because we're best friends and that's what I'm here for, I'm here to make the world a better place while I can whether with you or not I'll take a stand for....Bullying...

Just because they don't care about the feelings that they give out to others doesn't mean I don't care...I do, and I'm telling you, I'll always be there for you.

Maybe someday, we could live in a perfect world. Maybe some day I could be friends with you, but for now since we're not don't talk to yet don't talk, it would be better to ignore you then to be judged day and night. Or would it, well I don't care what they think of me, why should I. Should I let it bother me? Well I won't let anything come between us, even the bullying won't stop us...why? Because we're best friends and that's what I'm here for, I'm here to make the world a better place while I can whether with you or not I'll take a stand for....Bullying...

Just because they don't care about the feelings that they give out to others doesn't mean I don't care...I do, and I'm telling you, I'll always be there for you.

Maybe someday, we could live in a perfect world. Maybe some day I could be friends with you, but for now since we're not don't talk to yet don't talk, it would be better to ignore you then to be judged day and night. Or would it, well I don't care what they think of me, why should I. Should I let it bother me? Well I won't let anything come between us, even the bullying won't stop us...why? Because we're best friends and that's what I'm here for, I'm here to make the world a better place while I can whether with you or not I'll take a stand for....Bullying...

Just because they don't care about the feelings that they give out to others doesn't mean I don't care...I do, and I'm telling you, I'll always be there for you.

Maybe someday, we could live in a perfect world. Maybe some day I could be friends with you, but for now since we're not don't talk to yet don't talk, it would be better to ignore you then to be judged day and night. Or would it, well I don't care what they think of me, why should I. Should I let it bother me? Well I won't let anything come between us, even the bullying won't stop us...why? Because we're best friends and that's what I'm here for, I'm here to make the world a better place while I can whether with you or not I'll take a stand for....Bullying...

Just because they don't care about the feelings that they give out to others doesn't mean I don't care...I do, and I'm telling you, I'll always be there for you.

 The cold steel bullet flew through the night sky, piercing the silent air. Each turn of the bullet seemed to break the very laws of the world. If you looked could see the bullet then you would the target's initials “A.P”. The target’s name was Andrew Preket or as other people call him Mr. President. Andrew was a willow of a man, standing at six foot four, and had a permanent scowl on his pale white face. Being in office for only a year, he had already set a campaign against the eastern hemisphere.
  The bullet now about to reached its target when two guards skipping duty decide to take a quick smoke. As the first one was about to take a light the bullet had struck him through the throat instantly   killing him and coating his partner in blood. The second man ran across the hard granite walkway. Once he was across he sprinted toward the alarm, he knew that the assassin would still be close by.
  Back at the Washington Monument the assassin knew that his failure would be reported to his higher-ups. Without skipping a beat he threw himself over the Washington Monument and free-fall to the oncoming cement. He had made his body into a torpedo like form, so that he could reach maximum velocity. A local bystander had recored everything from the shooting to the free-fall on his phone. Yet when the assassin looked straight at him something made him drop his phone and smash it to pieces. The man was later on the news for killing himself and twenty others in the metro.
  The assassin knew that if his partner had failed his part at the pentagon, then his death was immenet. He made a quick prayer to the lord above that his partner made the kill. His high-ups do not approve of failure.Yet just when he was about to hit the ground he felt the strange feeling that happens when a mission was completed.
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I sat in my living room biting my nails, and waiting for the phone to ring. Waiting for the shrill ring of my telephone to alert me that they had found my sister. Alive. Hopefully. Ever since her disappearance a week ago, I had been worried sick. I had hardly slept a mere ten minutes since the police reported her missing. And every time I did drift into slumber, I was haunted with the memories of my past. The amount of coffee that I had drank lately was sure to revive my caffeine addiction. We had lost our parents many many years ago and Mia was the most important person in my life. I often thought back to that tragic snowy night that had left us in a foster home.. 

     I know they hadn't seen the other car coming. None of us did. We were all so happy on that Christmas Eve night high off of cheer and energy from the Christmas party we were coming home from. We were all far too joyful to expect anything as horrific as what was to come. That's the last time I remember being truly happy. 

       The car had hit us head on. The driver of the other car had survived, but I don't remember them. I don't want to remember them. The police officers had said that the other driver was under the influence, and were given mild DUI charges. They weren't very strict against drinking and driving back then. 

        I try not to think about that night, but sometimes the horrific memories of the crash sneak into my dreams and thoughts. Not that any of that matters now. The only thing that matters now is Mia and her safety. Mia was all that I cared about. I can't even imagine what could have happened to her. A thirteen year old girl couldn't survive against the cruel world..  Read more »

Dear 8th graders of 2013,

I have to say 8th grade is a tough year. Your turning into teenagers, your in relationships, and its all about fitting in. Well my advise to you is be yourself. If you dont fit in with some people, dont worry about it. It just means your different from them and its always good to be different and unique. Make sure you have friends that respect you for who you are. At times you will need close friends there for you. I know I have. Like if a family member dies or you get bullied or if you boyfriend/girlfriend breaks up with you. Have fun and make memories! Its the last year till you become highschoolers and your at the bottom again. Join in on all the activetys that sound fun to you! I think the most important thing to remember is to be yourself. Dont try to be popular and dont act like someone you not to get into a popular group, because they dont know the real you!

From,

And 8th grader of 2012

Dear 8th graders of 2013,

I have to say 8th grade is a tough year. Your turning into teenagers, your in relationships, and its all about fitting in. Well my advise to you is be yourself. If you dont fit in with some people, dont worry about it. It just means your different from them and its always good to be different and unique. Make sure you have friends that respect you for who you are. At times you will need close friends there for you. I know I have. Like if a family member dies or you get bullied or if you boyfriend/girlfriend breaks up with you. Have fun and make memories! Its the last year till you become highschoolers and your at the bottom again. Join in on all the activetys that sound fun to you! I think the most important thing to remember is to be yourself. Dont try to be popular and dont act like someone you not to get into a popular group, because they dont know the real you!

From,

And 8th grader of 2012

What has happened to Alfred, Martin, and Henry? After lunch, they went M.I.A. It was dinnertime now, yet they're still missing. Maybe Alfrred, Martin and Henry went off into the woods, and got lost. Maybe they left for Los Angeles, and got out of small, dingy, Saint Albans. My brother Carson and I are the only ones home, slowly picking at the food on our plates. 

"Remember when mom used to have to put my ADD meds in my food?" Carson asks me, breaking the uncomfortable silence. "It was the only way I would take them." 

I nod, remembering when that happened. It was years ago, and I was probably only five. "I didn't drug this food with anything." I smile, but just as I'm about to open my mouth, Alfred, Martin, and Henry walk through the door. 

"Well, apparently, Alfred over here cannot read directions, AT ALL. We were supposed to go to the grocery store, but we ended up in Burlington instead." Martin explains, looking as if he could hit Alfred. 

"It's not MY fault you told ME to go LEFT instead of RIGHT." Alfred points his finger in Martin's face, being very intense. "You should be happy we're family or else.." 

I interrupt before Alfred can threaten Martin. "Dinner's done guys. You should eat. You know, put food into your mouth. With forks and spoons." 

"SWEET. Food!" Henry exclaims, running to the table. It was a typical guy move, and things were probably normal again. Well, until they get lost again. 

As I arrive at the airport, I know a bitter goodbye is going to greet me. The car ride was shorter then I wanted it to be, and I still don't know how to say goodbye to her. She's my bestfriend, and I don't know what I'll do without her. New York is big, and I'll be alone there, with no people to talk to, no friends to turn to. I'll only have my notebook, and the small, dingy apartment I'm not looking foward to. Her eyes are shining with unshed tears as we reach the security check, and I know it's time to say goodbye. But.. how am I supposed to go on without her? The person who's been with me forever. She's going off to Boston to become a famous lawyer, while I'm leaving for New York to try and make it on my own as I struggling writer, going on without a college degree. It was risky, but I'd find odd jobs to help me pay rent. I dropped my bags and let my bags fall to the ground as I went in to hug her, not being able to form a sentence. My family already said their goodbyes as I left, and she drove me here. I didn't pull away until well over a minute later, and I could tell that she was sad too, but not as sad as me. 

"I'll see you at Christmas time..?" I trail off, not being able to look in her eyes.

"Maybe. If I can get back. Y'know, get the money to come back.." Her voice doesn't sound upset, but I can tell when she is. Her eyes show what she's really feeling. 

"Hopefully." I get my bag off of the floor, all my other stuff was already at the apartment. "We'll have Skype, right?" 

"Yeah." I can see how badly she wants to go, and I don't blame her. The last time we were truely close was in middle school. 

"Bye.." And for that moment, I'd hope she'd break. She never has in front of me. I just need to see her break.  Read more »

The flames trickled as James places the golden sphere in his mouth.
“Mmmm, that was a good marshmallow”, James says in satisfaction.
“It looked delicious.”, I compliment.
“When are we going to hit those houses?”, asks Ryan.
“In a bit.”, answers James.
Ryan gets up and says, “I am going to get some crab apples.” with a big smile on his face.
Now we are following Ryan to fill our pockets with the little red round crab apples. With the trees in sight my hand start to tingle with joy. Another night filled terror and happiness. The best part is when the victim comes out, that's when the real adrenalin comes in.
With our pockets bulging, we head out trying to look as normal as possible. The sky orange as the sun goes down. As the darkness comes out we decide what houses we are going to hit. Just before we head out, James proposes, “We should bring some apples to get some more people outside.”
“That is a greatest idea I have heard”, I excitedly burst.
“Then lets go get those apples!”, Ryan commands.
The apples are in our hand as we go up the gray road filled with cracks to the first house. It is a white house with six window, a red door and, black roof tiles. James gets the apple since he has the best arm. Ryan and I get a bunch of crab apples and position ourselves.
“1...2...3... go”, Ryan whispers to us.
Our arms waving crazily as we catapult the first round of crab apples of the night. We cheer in success as the apple hits the roof and the crab apples hitting all over the front of the bleached house. We wait in hiding spot to see the red spots on the victims house. As time passes we think the victim will never come out of the red polka doted house. The red door never did. Read more »

“We should get that one,” I say pointing at a brown colored house.
“Okay,” David says, “You can do this one.”
I get a large red apple from my pocket. I get ready for the throw.
“Ready,” I ask.
“I was born ready,” he says.
“Okay, three... two.... ONE,” I say getting louder and louder.
  We are watching the apple from behind a bush in his yard. Smack!!! The apple hits the window of the house. An old man comes outside.
“HELLO... HELLO,” He screams.
We go silent and watch as he looks around. We were waiting so it seems like seconds quickly turned to hours.
“We should run away,” I whisper into David's ear.
“On three,” he mouths with three fingers up. Two fingers. I quickly think about where I am going to run to. One finger. I quickly sprint down the street to someones house. I look back breathless and see David running the opposite way.
Looking around for somewhere to hide, suspecting that the old man will drive around looking for us. I see a pack of bushes in the yard next to me. The branches scratch and pick at me as I am getting  into the bushes.
A light turns on in the house next to me and startles me so much that I almost jump out of the bush. Squeeek!! The door opens. A girl comes out and sits down on the bottom step of the stairs leading to the house. As she is looking at the stars her stomach growls. I quickly pop up.
  “Do you want a apple?” I ask her.
“Ohh my gosh,” she yells springing to her feet because I scared her. A few minutes later she regains her composer her face flushes with anger. “What are you doing here?” She asks in a deep tone. Read more »

 If something you love is being taken away

 Make sure you let no one stand in your way

 Becuase no one should take something you love away

 Make sure they no your there to stay

 You charge your own path

 Through the bumps and up the hills

 If you keep your roots stuck in the ground

 no one will be able to do anything to stop you from doing what you love.

 The tears that wash down my face sting me as burning knives, cutting into my skin, leaving angry red tracks behind as constant memory.  They swarm into my thoughts until I’m drowning without any water in sight, drowing in the tears and the sorrow and then notion that nothing can ever be the same.  My stomach knots, my vision is a tangled mess of blurred shapes…I can’t even begin to say the words I know I must.  But I have to.  I may never see her again.

“Don’t go,” I beg softly, not yet willing to admit in my heart that it’s all real.  It feels like a nightmare, one that I can wake up out of at the first glimpse of morning sunshine, but I know it’s not.  It’s real.  Of course it’s real, and there’s nothing at all I can do.  I’m so powerless…so lost.

She turns back a little, away from the metro, away from her new life that has no place for me.  Her face contorts, twisting with fury and sadness.  I can almost see her thoughts play war within her mind.  I think for a moment that she just might stay.  Then she turns, barely enough towards me so I can see her bloodshot eyes, rimmed with dried tears.  And I see it there, in those brown eyes, the eyes that never could lie.  She wants to go.  Even if it means leaving me behind.

Once, long ago, we said we’d always be together.  We dreamed together, spoke in unnerving unison, our thoughts playing out in perfect harmony.  We’d stay up until two in the morning planning our future careers in New York City.  We dreamed the same dreams, we laughed the same laugh, we spoke in the same voice with the very same words.  We knew that we could never be apart.

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    As I sit here today, remembering all of the many memories that you brought, I remember how much I miss you. I never saw it coming…. I saw you just the day before you had passed. I remember everything. You stopped by the house to check in and see how my sister, and I were doing, and hung out for a while. When you left I didn’t expect anything different. I just said a usual goodbye, and that I would see you later, but not realizing that it would be my last. The time came way too soon. I would give anything to hear your voice, see you, talk to you, or hear that contagous laughter of yours. You have taught me so much. I love how you would stop by in your new Jeep, and talk for hours. I know that you are looking down on all of us today, and im sure that you are very proud of all us. I have grown stronger through this long, hard time. I miss you more than words can even discribe.

       Goodbye meant much more than one single word, 7 single letters. Goodbye meant much more than could ever be explained. And saying goodbye as I stepped on the train to college was one of the hardest things that I had ever done. Saying goodbye on this surprisingly cool August day was a milestone. Bye saying this one word, I will be leaving everything and everybody that I have ever known to study in a big city.

     This is what was best for me, I told myself over and over again.I was going to do great things in college, and even beyond that, and in order to accomplish those goals, I need to say goodbye. There is no way around it. But even the greatest of reassurance could not't stop the nervousness and sorrow deep in the pit of my stomach. 

      Even though saying goodbye was painful, it also opened a new door. Every ending was another beginning. And this beginning happened to be begging to be more of an adult and less of a teenager still trying to make their way through the crowds of an old high school. College meant great opportunities and experiences that I did not't have access before. After all, wasn't that what saying goodbye was all about? 

      I learned long ago that relying on people for everything almost always backfired. Still, I could not't help but feel empty inside without my best friends and family that I had known and loved my whole life. Now, it was just me, myself and I. Nobody else. Only myself to rely on. In a big city full of people who are going through the same situation that I am.  Read more »

Letter to Blaine Anderson

How could I say good bye.I never want want to say goodbye to you , you were my first and only love,and I want to be held tight in your arms forever and feel your embrace. I love it when you breath on my neck while you hug me. It gives me chills but it feels like home. Every time you look at me my eyes light up.If I were to just stare into you eyes forever I’d be a complete person.No hole in my soul to longing meanings. Feelings would always be there. Nothing would ever get stronger because nothing would ever fade.But once you left all that changed. The hatred and taunts the bad looks made you give up. Why did you give up . Why didn't you just stay here with me. Nothing would have ever faded.With one simple motion everything changed.You left me and nothing had been right after you left me. I dewald and never lived my life again. Before I knew it day passed then weeks and months. Before I Knew it had been two years from when you took everything away from me . Away from us. If couldn't have you to spend the rest of my life with . The rest of the world can't have me.Then with one more foolish motion everything ended. But now it was all better I was back in your arms.

From Kurt Hummel

Letter to Blaine Anderson

How could I say good bye.I never want want to say goodbye to you , you were my first and only love,and I want to be held tight in your arms forever and feel your embrace. I love it when you breath on my neck while you hug me. It gives me chills but it feels like home. Every time you look at me my eyes light up.If I were to just stare into you eyes forever I’d be a complete person.No hole in my soul to longing meanings. Feelings would always be there. Nothing would ever get stronger because nothing would ever fade.But once you left all that changed. The hatred and taunts the bad looks made you give up. Why did you give up . Why didn't you just stay here with me. Nothing would have ever faded.With one simple motion everything changed.You left me and nothing had been right after you left me. I dewald and never lived my life again. Before I knew it day passed then weeks and months. Before I Knew it had been two years from when you took everything away from me . Away from us. If couldn't have you to spend the rest of my life with . The rest of the world can't have me.Then with one more foolish motion everything ended. But now it was all better I was back in your arms.

From Kurt Hummel

We knew this day would come. The day where he'd graduate, and I'd be stuck here, only being a junior. I didn't know how to feel as I put on the new dress I'd bought. Kurt was my savior, and now he's leaving. Leaving behind his family, leaving me, leaving all his friends. To go to New York, which he's fought so hard for everyday. I couldn't hold him back, I just couldn't. So I'd put on my happy face each day and go to school, talk to him, and then come home. It was hard, not knowing how to say goodbye, but I think I figured out how. But I wasn't sure. I'm never sure about anything.

As I take my seat next to our other friends who were juniors like me, we all look at each other. Our loved ones were leaving us, and we'd be left behind. There was a comfortable silence among us, because we didn't't want to ruin the moment. As they all crossed the stage one by one, I couldn't help but notice some of the tears trailing down his face. It was hard for him too. But we'd have skype, and then when he's on vacation. But what if that wasn't enough? Finally, Kurt's name was called, I'm never saying goodbye to you, he mouthed as he crossed the stage. As he graciously accepted his diploma, his smile brightened. 

"Are you okay, Blaire?" Brittany whispered next to me.

"I'm perfectly fine." I answered, and it really was the truth.

The night was lively, we went to a party one of our friends was having, but went outside on the porch to talk. To say goodbye, to get it out of the way. It was nice, sitting there for a moment, just enjoying each other's company.

"Are you going to be okay? If you aren't, we can.. We'll find a way." Kurt managed, looking over at me with concern. His blue-grey eyes twinkled in the moonlight, and it always took my breath away. Read more »

In ten years I will be student teaching in virginia for an eigth grade class. I would have just graduated from Fairfield University. I played baseball for a long time friend and great coach Bill Currier. I was the starting pitcher and I played short sto[ on occasion. I will be starting a family with my perfect wife. I will be worried about how to raise my children the best i can and i am thinking about all of the great years to come. I also will be coaching the nearby varsity baseball team and leading them to the state championship. I will be going home to my hometown often to see my sibblings, parents, and to help with the family sugaring operation. I will have a mansion boardering a very nice and clean lake. I will have a really nice ski boat, fishing boat, and 2 jetskis next to the dock on the lake. My mansion will be a log cabin and will be post and beam structure on the inside. I will lbe playing co-ed competetive slow pitch softball. My wife will be a doctor and will make very good pay. I will be lanning on having two kids.

In ten years i will be student teaching in virginia for an eigth grade class. I would have just graduated from Fairfield University. I played baseball for a long time friend and great coach Bill Currier. I was the starting pitcher and I played short sto[ on occasion. I will be starting a family with my perfect wife. I will be worried about how to raise my children the best i can and i am thinking about all of the great years to come. I also will be coaching the nearby varsity baseball team and leading them to the state championship. I will be going home to my hometown often to see my sibblings, parents, and to help with the family sugaring operation. I will have a mansion boardering a very nice and clean lake. I will have a really nice ski boat, fishing boat, and 2 jetskis next to the dock on the lake. My mansion will be a log cabin and will be post and beam structure on the inside. I will lbe playing co-ed competetive slow pitch softball. My wife will be a doctor and will make very good pay. I will be lanning on having two kids.

No matter how hard I try, I can't wrap my head around it. My sister, my bestfriend, is going off to college in a year. Yeah, I know. One year. But that year is going to fly. Only one more year of playing sports with her. Only one more year of having her there to talk to whenever I want. Only one more year of being together. One year isn't enough time. After she leaves it's just going to be my mom and I. I can only imagine how that day will go. The day she leaves will be a huge water-works fest. There will be crying and hugs and remembering and laughing, but after a while she will leave. It will take some getting used to being an "only child". I'm just glad of all the time I got to spend with her. Every minute was a blessing that I am very grateful for. And don't get me wrong, we fought. We fought ALOT. There was yelling, name-calling, hair pulling, biting, the whole 9 yards. But we have been through alot together. I am dreading the day she leaves us. I can't imagine my life without her.

Saying goodbye is one of the hardest things to do

Sometimes its just for a while but other times its forever

I wish I could of said goodbye to you

But i never got the chance

I wish we just had one more day to be together 

So i could say goodbye

That moment when my parents told me you were gone

I didn't believe them

You are the greatest person i've ever known

You meant everything to me 

You taught me so much

You were always there no matter what

I miss that feeling of knowing right down the road from me 

When ever i needed something

I could count on you for anything 

I thought the day would never come when it was to late

to say goodbye

You are in my heart along with so many others

These past years have been tough

I just keep thinking that you are in a better place

 in heaven you don't have to sufer any more

But I will never stop missing you

Not a day goes by when I don't think of you

Cancer ruins so many lives 

I wish it hadnt ruined ours

Seeing you so sick was horrible 

So I know you are in a better place now

The memories are still there 

And we have so many 

It's just not the same without you here

You inspire me everyday to be the best person I can be

And for you I try my hardest 

I can hear you in my head 

telling me you're okay 

Grandma, I love you and never will I stop loving you. 

Someday I will meet you again<3

Saying goodbye is hard because you don't know how lifes going to be with out this thing. Some people can say goodbye alot some people can't say it at all. The saddest thing is when a person dies you can't say goodbye to them because there gone and they're not ever going to come back no matter what. It will be hard to say goodbye to my friends in five years but I will have to live and get over it. yeah i can try to stay in touch but that would just be harder and puting off the inevideble. So the easiest thing to do is not say anything but goodbye just say it and get on with your life you might cry a little but it won't help they'er gone and you know it so jusst admit it.

Saying goodbye is hard because you don't know how lifes going to be with out this thing. Some people can say goodbye alot some people can't say it at all. The saddest thing is when a person dies you can't say goodbye to them because there gone and they're not ever going to come back no matter what. It will be hard to say goodbye to my friends in five years but I will have to live and get over it. yeah i can try to stay in touch but that would just be harder and puting off the inevideble. So the easiest thing to do is not say anything but goodbye just say it and get on with your life you might cry a little but it won't help they'er gone and you know it so jusst admit it.

"It's almost time to leave", I tell myself. Only about three more weeks, then were out. Moving on to highschool, it's the last year of SATEC. We made many memories, and we all had a great time. We learned a lot and made many friends. But now that were going to a new larger school, were all gonna have to say goodbye. Goodbye to SATEC, one day our kids may come here. Many memories we have here and many good friends, but as they all say highschool does break up friendships. So you never know what might happen, it's gonna be hard for us all to switch. Not being able to see each other every day like we use to. What a day, June 15th is coming. Were soon to all be wearing nice outfits with our green caps and gowns. Soon to be marching up to the stage sitting in our chairs. Getting that 8th grade diploma type of paper. Once we recieve that paper, we aren't going to be SATEC students anymore. Many may no know but SATEC is a fun place, I know that from experience the people that help you learn are fun. The class of 2012 I am in, has some great people. Were all ready to advance, but some of us aren't ready to say goodbye.

The highschool looks great, so much more activitys. From all of the differnt arts we can study to workshop. This is really gonna be a great time for all of us. I have had a great six years, and others had less. But the majority had almost nine, including kindergarten. Everyone at SATEC, will be remebered. The yearbook almost everyone pre-ordered is coming out the week of June 4th. Soon to be practicing that march, I don't think most of us are ready. To march through those doors. But most of us, are just happily to move on. Not everyone likes SATEC for many different reasons. But the greatest amount think that SATEC is not that bad after all.  Read more »