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So, the terrible place we all have nightmares over the Summer about called School is finally over. Well, for me, only middle school is over. Which is good, i guess. It feels like i haven't been there long enough. I went to Barkley for 5 years. FIVE YEARS OF MY LIFE! And i only went to PAMS for three. And now i am going to High School for four. Jeez, if i thought Middle School was hard, High School is going to pull down my pants and shove me in a locker. They say it's a great new experience. That's a bunch of propaganda. It's a nightmarish place, and they know it. My poor friend Nick gets Intro To Cooking, and i get Intro To Art. Lucky me, i guess. And i was mistakenly put into Geometry Honors, but Mr. Curry said specifically that I'd be in Geometry College Prep. If this isn't a mistake, i don't have to retake Algebra 2 in 10th grade. So, we had that amazingly boring Awards Ceremony in the High School gym on Wednesday, where i had to get fancy attire for, because it was our "Graduation" from Middle School. There was a ridiculous amount of people in this room. It was boring because i was called last, due to my surname. Me and Nick were joking about it the whole time. Him being Mr. Yatsko, he was a seat away from me. Colton tried to sit back in his metal chair at one point, and the torturous bully girl pulled it back and he fell. It was hilarious, to say the least. Saira didn't necessarily love my outfit. Then, afterwards, there was a video presentation of our middle school memories. I bet Nick that I wouldn't be in it, and he bet that he wouldn't be in it. We both won, so it cancelled out. Afterwards, was the dance. Our parents departed, after Nick's dad pretended to cry and weep as he ran up to hug me, mocking how this graduation was no big deal. The dance was alright. There was a mob of fist-pumping, Chick-Fil-A nuggets everywhere, and rave music. As a joke, i would come up behind Colton and start doing the Bump to him. He thought it was hilarious, Nick didn't. Nick had a balloon at one point, and i ran up behind him to take it, and when i touched it, it popped. I couldn't stop laughing. Yes, i slow-danced with Saira, and yes, i did kiss her. Write a book about it. A couple people cried, and i think that's ridiculous. It ain't the end of school at all. It is HARDLY any sortof big deal. Of course, i did have a little blonde friendgirl who was crying, which broke my heart, and Saira made me hug her. Nick left early, because he hated the place, already had like eight Coke cans, and had to watch the Flyers. Then, afterwards, i told Mrs. Radatti that she was my favorite teacher, and bolted silently(there's a technique to that)through the school, with no one else there, to get to the front, where i was the only one being picked up. It was dark, and misty. I liked it. I didn't get any awards, except for the thing that said i passed the 8th grade. Now that i have written a whole blog for that, i better stop and make another.