=smoochypooprincess

Why is there always an end to something amazing? I say this speaking from the standpoint of a graduating eighth grader. I think that being so young in life and in this world, our eighth grade graduations are overlooked. As a fifth grader graduating into middle school, you're growing up, as a high schooler graduating, you're moving on in life and going to college and getting jobs, but as an eighth grader graduating, you're just moving on to high school, just a small stepping stone in a lake of possibilities. And somewhere deep inside, I think this is the saddest graduation of all. As a fifth grader you don't quite understand what's going on, all you know is that you're moving on and sure you'll miss you're friends, but you're going somewhere and growing up. As a high school (this being from an assumed standpoint) I don't think it's quite as sad. Of course there will be tears, but you know you're finally there, you're considered an adult. You can finally take a leap into life. But as an eighth grader, you're stuck in an emotional rut. Leaving your friends is hard. Trying to grasp the fact that you may never see them again (granted you're not going to the same school) is possibly even harder than trying to grasp the fact that, oh my gosh, we have 8 years to go, give or take a few years for some of us, we're not even close to done. Personally, I can say I'm not ready to let go. I love my friends so much, I'm also afraid of the great beyond. I don't know what lies ahead of me, but all I can imagine is darkness. I'm venturing to a school where no one else I know is going. I've seen it, toured it, and shadowed there a day, but I'm not ready to let go. My friends say it will be fine, but I'm not sure, and no one can be sure until the ride is over. And ladies and gentlemen, my ride is far from over.

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