all good things...

So, technically, in all legal senses of the word, we're done. Today I had one final for Spanish, and that was a piece of cake. ONce I get the nerve to speak, I usually do okay: it's just the actual getting up part that I don't like. I guess that plays into my thing of not wanting to take initiative unless I'm really pissed or something. But anyways.

Today was "the last _____" for everything. Keli was sad that this was the last lunch. So was I, but I shook it off. Then today, after school, Elise saw me basically MS Painting our school in case I forget what it looks like or something. I drew a cat on top of Mr. Herring's porrtable to commemmorare that cat Mr. Colville said lived underneath it. And when Evan and I took those pictures of Mr. H, that day I saw the cat. I saw that cat.

But my attention span is short. It's just weird we'll go from the ones in charge to the weirdoes who still hang around school like we wanted back in. Meh.