Last day of school

So yesterday was last day of school and it was sad because something great was ending, but also good because it is also the beginning of something new. My day started out really bad actually by one of my favorite teachers announcing she wasn't going to be here next year. Even though I am not going to be there next year either, it means that even though I might return one day, she won't be there. She was my debate and anthropology teacher, and I loved her. She was a great teacher, and I loved her stories about her kids. That is actually very common over here. A teacher telling the class about their past and their family. At least it is more common than in Denmark.

That was my 1st period, and when I then came to my 2nd period, my choir teacher then gave the same announcement. He was my choir teacher, and he has teached me a lot. I have taken choir the whole year, and some of my best memories from my year has been choir related. For example I can still clearly remember honors choir, and that was truly amazing. 

When then my 3th period started, which was American history, I didn't think it could be worse. Fortunately he did not give the message about not being here next year, so my bad morning stopped there. The rest of the day ran about as smoothly as it could, and we came to our last period. Before it even started people started crying, and everybody was saying goodbye. And when I say everybody I mean literally everybody. Well except me though. I don't know what was wrong with me, but I just didn't cry. Perhaps it is because I know I am going to see my friends again, because Mink and I are having a goodbye party, or perhaps I just didn't realize it was my last moments of my schooling at Webster high. I have enjoyed my time at Webster a lot, but at the same time it is time for me to move on. I think I am ready to go to a school where it actually matters for my future if I do good or bad.

- Troldungen