It woke me up this morning.

I woke up to the garbage truck this morning. Only I didn't think it was the garbage truck. I mistake it for the infamous school bus. But the thing is, this morning I wanted to go.

I did think at first that I had school today,but then I remember. Today was the first day of summer. Normally I'd be excited about this event, but today not so much. I actually wish I was in school. But maybe that's becaue this last week we didn't do anything. All I had to do this last week was say goodbye.

It was harder than I expected though. Good-bye is one of the hardest things to do. It breaks you down, makes you cry. It's not one of the more pleasant experiences.

Today I was thinking about the stages of my middle school experience and what happened there. Elementry and high school too.

In early years of the school, when it ends the teachers are sad, but not as much. The students are happy, they aren't leaving anyone and they get summer vacation. When it gets to be more in the middle, teachers are a lot bit more sad but they still will still see them. But at the end, everyone's sad. In elementry and middle, schools are splitting up. In high school, everyone's going to a different school. Teacher's are going to see there students. Everyone's sad. It's the time for the final goodbye for some.

Sometimes I'm writing this for everyone. But now that I think about this, this is for me. I'm really glad that you read this, and it helps though to read others thoughts. Other's lives.

Thanks for reading,
Levi