On the one hand, I'm glad to leave because I've been at this school for thirteen years, worn the same uniform for thirteen years, and am sick and tired of the place.
But there's a part of me that just didn't want to leave. This place has been my second home; the one thing that remained constant in my life for the last thirteen years. It's the place where I've grown up. I lost my first tooth on the playground when I was five, had my first ever broken bone (my finger in the school bathroom door) when I was nine, and had my first crush (he was a male exchange student that visited my school from France when I was twelve).
It was within these walls that I learned my multiplication tables, which excuses will get me out of PE, how the only good thing about going to after-school care wasRead More »from Moving On: One High Schooler Reveals What She'll Miss Most After Graduation