Most kids go to a school and as they move up grades they're with the same kids most of the time. The majority of the time there are thirty kids per class. I've grown up different. I've gone to a small private school my entire life. Sometimes I would've wished I've done it differently. I feel like I'm not socially ready. Maybe if I had gone to a public school I wouldn't be awkward around people, maybe I would have my clique of friends. But that's not how it happened.
You're probably wondering how my school works then. For every grade there is only one class. My school goes from first grade to eighth. After eighth grade there are two high schools you can choose to go to. This causes some of us to split apart. After 8 years of being together, plus some of us together during preschool, we've grown close together. We fight like brothers and sister, and we can get on one another nerves so much! But we're always there for one another. We've come to known each other more than our parents. Every year on the last day of school I leave the dreadful school and go home for summer, and most importantly, the pool. I payed no mind to school during the summer. It'd be there after summer.
That wasn't the same for me last year. Last year was seventh grade for me. I walked out on the last day of school, happy for summer. Then two days before the first day of school I decided to home school, instead. I home schooled for two months. I missed my friends so much. I felt like I'd made the stupidest choice possible. I knew I made a mistake and I had to fix it. I immediately talked to my parents and they got me back into school. I felt so much love from my friends on my first day back. I had so many hugs, so many "we missed yous", and so much more. I knew that this school is the school I prefer.
But recently something hit me. We cannot always get what we prefer. At the end of this year I'm going to walk out of the school, knowing that it's my last year to walk through those halls. When the younger grades do a clap out for the eight graders, that will be my last time. I wonder what I will be thinking. My friends? Which ones will I see in high school? Will I be so sad to leave the place I've been the majority of my life? Will I remember all the bullies I've came across through my entire life? Will my home schooling weeks matter? Or is it all in the past?
So much has happened in my life. Everything I've done has made me weaker and stronger. The things that make me weaker teach me lessons later. Sometimes I wonder how I will look on these things when I get older. Will my eighth grade year even matter to me? What if my friends don't even matter anymore? Will they all be in the past? If only we could look into the future to see what is ahead. If we could find out what forks in the road we might come across. But we can't . . . it's just apart of growing up.
