Seniors. Scary

Oh lord I'm a senior. NOPE. I do not like this. I am not ready to move on. I am going to miss Ms. Hudson soooooooooooooooooooooo much. I'm not even exaggerating. She has inspired me to go on to teach English and I would much rather stay a senior for another year. I'm not ready to go. I will miss how mysteriously comfortable Hudson's floor is. I will miss going to the office and talking to Mrs. Davis about life. I will miss Miss Krohn's eccentric attitude and (don't tell her I said this) I will miss her dang accounting help with stuff. I am going to miss Mrs. Young who has widened and expanded my creative mind and my skills beyond what I thought I could accomplish. Most of all I will miss all of my friends. Over the past two years, my class has accepted me and taken me in as one of their own. It's as if I have been with them since Kindergarten. I will never forget my first day here. Rachel Bush came up to me and asked if I was new. I said yes and she helped me get my schedule and walked me around the school. She helped me all day and I started to adjust very well. I will never forget anyone that I have been with through the past three years. I love you all dearly.