Today was my last day of school. I'm moving continents this summer, so I won't be back for the next school year. I hugged my boyfriend goodbye for the last time, got people to sign my yearbook and my t-shirt, and told everyone I'd stay in touch. At the end of the school day, everything felt quieter, muted, as if everyone knew that this was the end. Although, that might have just been me. I used to hate school, but this afternoon I wished that I could just stay longer. It was a strange feeling, like being happy, and sad, yet hopeful, but devastated at the same time. I was happy that I had a fun last day with them, sad that I would ever see any of them in person ever again, hopeful that I would still keep in touch with them, and devastated that I really just had to go.
