The year is almost over. Twelve years of pulling myself through the dirt have finally paid off. I'm so glad this nightmare is almost over. But at the same time, I think I'm going to miss it all. The teachers. The jerks. The bad cafeteria food. The smell of old books. The ringing of class bells and fire alarms. I just might miss it all. On the bright side, four more years might be ahead if I'm up for the challenge. I'm just not certain of it yet. The cards in my hand are ambiguous. I guess I'll have to see what fate will bestow upon me and go from there. Here's to twelve years of forced knowledge, and may I be strong enough for four more.