My last week of school.

Pure Joy.

[warning: long post]

Monday I had no school because, of course, it was Memorial Day.

Tuesday my language arts and social studies class had to present our plays in front of our own class and another class. My group and I were pretty freaked out because we were third to present. So our turn came and we got super nervous. I was in the background and my friend Jaidyn started blowing bubbles for "special effects." I started cracking up for some apparant reason and I couldn't stop laughing...so I peed my pants. Yes, I peed. At this point, I'm thinking to myself should I call my teacher and stop the whole play or should I just keep going along with the play. I decided to just go along since I didn't want everyone to know that I peed and luckily they wouldn't see the pee stain since it was on the back of my jeans. Nobody saw. Whewww, what a relief. In ended up that we cut like 1/4 of the play out because it was way too long, but people said our play was still entertaining. Yeeee, celebrate.

Wendsday, the eighth graders weren't here so we were pretty sad. They went to Knott's and yeahhh.... We watched Chicken Little though. Oh the memories. I got lots of people to sign my yearbook and I felt special. Oooh blush. LOl. Then at yearbook,
I drew this creepy guy who supposedly likes Kristina. Hahahaha, it was hilarious. He had flowers in her hand for her. His name was Phill Rafeu. Think about the name.

Thursday, which is today, is our last day of school! Pam, Sam, Julia, and I left during algebra, which is our class with the eighth graders, and the last thing I said to them was, "Bye! I love you guys!" and they waved back at me. Oh, I'm going to miss them so much because my group and I won't be able to stalk them anymore, forever, because we aren't even going to the same high school. Wahh, :[
I'll miss you eighth graders. Thanks for the terrific year andputting up with our craziness! Anywhoo, so we went to the park and all we basically did for 3 hours was EAT, TALK, and TAKE PICTURES. Well, I'm different because I blew bubbles, oooh, fancy. Joke lang. We brought some snacks and Kristina's mom brought 3 boxes of pizza and two packs of crazy bread. Yum! We only got to one box. After a while, when we had about 30 minutes left of school, we started rolling down the grass hills. It was super duper fun because you felt like your whole body was out of control. I can't explain it, you have to try it. BUT, after I came home I got these humongous rashes on my thighs because of it and it burns like crazy when I wet it or put lotion on it. Although, for me, it was worth it. The experience. Back to the topic, so it was time to go back to school and we walked in the blazing sun. When we came back, Julia and I stayed at Llewelyn for a couple minutes and sneaked some pictures of my 5th grade crush. "laughing out loud, p'shaa" *School bell rings* School's finally over! I tell some 8th graders the nicknames we've called them and they act shocked, I suppose. So here is what I've narrowed down to at the end of the year:

1. Dylan is still putting a restraning order on me.
2. Eighth graders are the best.
3. Make the best of the moment with your friends.
4. Don't be afraid to be random.
5. Enjoy every little thing in life. In a blink, they can be gone.

Goodbye 7th grade.
Hello 8th grade.