The End of an Era
So, it's March. That means that I have 2 more months of school. Officially, anyway. I have officially passed my last German test with a C, my last Math test with a D, and I am awaiting the grade to my last French test next week. Also next week is the last Latin test and after that the last English test. No more high school. It's surreal. In a matter of months, I will be graduating high school (two years too late, but no matter). I will no longer be in a building filled with 11-18-year-olds every day for 6 hours a day. No longer will I be bumped into by tiny children in the hallways, no longer will I have to listen to said children screaming during breaks, no longer will I check the sub list with a deranged sort of hope that some teacher called in sick. No more high school. No more reading classic German literature, no more integers, no more absurd music lessons. No more easy-peasy English classes, no more French class with the crazily lovable teacher, no more Latin. No ...