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Now, the 2007-2008 school year has been over for a good long time (can you say like a week stare , even though it has felt like a year), but I felt like I needed to make a journal about the last day of 7th grade at Orange Grove Middle Magnet School of the Arts. Ah yes, a school of the arts. Which for some people at our school is P.E. and tech. But back to the last day thing >_<
Jeeeeees ("yes" in my way of saying it)... the last day of school was some time ago, but I remember it like yesterday. First off, I feel like complaining. One, why did they have to make the last 3 days of school, us, just sitting there... in homeroom or where ever they felt like dispersing the students. I mean REALLY!? Any grown up that understands kids and their emotions and their connections to their friends (which is... hum..... 1 out of..... 100,000,000 adults) would get that we don't just want to sit there... listening to music... and talking to the SAME people for the entire time.
I mean, don't get me wrong, I love my friends in homeroom dearly, but SERIOUSLY. Kids that are facing their last day of school, who have 8th grade friends, or who maybe ARE 8th graders leaving middle school, or maybe kids who are moving and such, want to be around the school with ALL their friends, not just friends in their grade in their homeroom.
They want to see their friends in their different periods, and seriously kids that they can only see during lunch, because they have no classes together, and one is a bus rider and one gets picked up in a car.
BUT NO! They trap us in homeroom to only see our friends that are in our homeroom. LAAAAAAAAAAAAME. Let us see our friends in different classes, next year please.
And then, they make the last day a half day, with the entire half day the 7th and 6th graders cramped up in their homerooms, and the 8th graders at their 8th Grade banquet for the half day. But what I would have done, is let the beginning of the day be like it was, I'm fine with that, but then have the kids go to their classes to see their friends. I will explain what we did after the 8th graders had their banquet.
Fuooo... OK, I'm done ranting. And now I am going to talk about the highlights of the last day.
I was able to cry, thank God. And yeah, crying is a sad thing ( xp no duh!) but on the last day of school it was a nice thing to be able to do. My friends Lena, Morgan, Julie, and Emily weren't able to cry, as they told me. And then... ha... some of them have Gaias where in a journal just like this, they explained their last day and how it felt not being able to cry.
But thank God, I was. Haha... I cried like a baby. stressed
What we do on the last day is the 8th graders have their sparkly banquet, dancing, speeches and such. Then after that, the 6thgraders and 7th graders gather around the courtyard (our school is very out-side, so we have a enormous courtyard in the middle so we have a side walk to walk on), well on sides of the sidewalks, so we make a path where the 8th graders walk through. We do it at the beginning of the year for the 6th graders, but no one, even the 6th graders >.< really cares about the "clap-in". Yup, that is that it has been famously named. But, for the 8th graders, it is infamously named the clap-OUT.
Though it is a rather pleasant way of ending the year, it is still sad. The 8th graders are already crying from their banquet, and seeing all the people and friends that they might never see again at the clap-out makes some of them cry harder, which most of the time, makes everyone else, myself not an exception, start crying. crying
Woah... this is starting to be a very looooooong journal.
ANYWAYS. The clap-out makes me cry extensively, because this year really, I knew so many 8th graders. And I knew many 7th and 6th graders that are not coming back to the same school next year.
There are 3 pictures that keep running through my head, though 2 I am not going to mention.
The one that I AM going to talk about is what happened between me and one of my 8th, now 9th, grade friends. His name is Nathan, and this is what happened:
So Nathan and I are good friends, and so naturally we would want to say good-bye on the last day of school and give each other hugs, really because he is going into high school. So when I find him, he is giving someone a hug, whee and I tug on his sleeve. He turns, and he sees my just standing there, crying. And then when we are hugging, he just wont let go... and he is hugging me as tight as my really close friend Julie did.
Which is one of those hugs that you would think that some one would suffocate from not letting you breathe. Yeah, that tight. surprised And his face is covered in glitter, don't ask me why, ask one of my 8th grade friends, and he is crying hysterically, so hard, and the rest of the day I could still feel his hug. Still see all the crying eyes, still hear all the people saying little nothings to each other, motioning to each other to come over to them to talk and give hug.
Those visions haunted my dreams for the week after school, and they still are.
~Cinnamon