Confession #3

I'm sad.

High school is over.
The high school I complained about every morning, for having to wake up so early to go to. The high school I hated because of the ginormous amounts of homework. The high school I wanted to run away from because of the limited freedom.

And--
The high school I loved because of the amazing people in it. The high school I shared my laughter in. The high school that began to shape who I am. The high school I learned to love and take in as part of my life. The high school that made me think Blue and Gray on school spirit day. The high school with decent cafeteria food. The high school with no air conditioners. The high school with awkward science teachers, funny English teachers, weird science teachers, heroic social studies teachers, passionate math teachers, and the creative and wild arts and music teachers. The high school I never though I would ever learn to love. The high school in New York. The high school with 1,500 kids. The high school I'm fearful to leave.

I'm sad?
Yes, I am sad.