I hate that feeling.

You know that feeling you always get at the end of school? It's sadness, it's excitement and it's happiness. Normally I don't mind it; I'll have fun over the summer and see my friends. Yeah, well, turns out the last day of seventh grade turned out to be my last day as a Slauson student and last day in middle school. So, that means I won't see those friends at school again until high school. Wow. Yeah. I hated the last day of school. Well, I guess it wasn't that bad but...sigh. It was fun after school though because we went to Washtenaw Dairy. Everyone was like crying on the deck; I guess I wasn't the only one moving. See, that's the thing...there's always that one kid or kids that moves every year. Normally that person isn't my friend, so it isn't a big deal. I never really thought of myself being that kid. Now I am and it's all weird. The main thing I don't like is that I don't want to lose anything. I want my friends to still be my friends when I come back. I just don't like that feeling that I won't see their face in real life for 365 days or hear their voice and I know they're doing all sorts of fun stuff that I will never experience. Well, I guess that will happen where I am too. Hardly anyone gets the chance to live in France for a year. Everyone keeps saying that, but it's not as amazing as you would think. Our house is a mess, boxes everywhere, my room is all spazzed and I hate all the stress. Ugh. This really stinks. Sure, sure, I'll assume it'll be worth it when I'm older but for now (they always say to live in the moment) everything is crap. Sigh. At least they have email and blogs. And I can talk on skype. I'm going to miss you guys. You HAVE to tell me everything that happens at Slauson ok? I'll try to tell you in detail what my school is like and all that. I'll remember you guys when I think of my friends. I just hope you'll remember me.