Heartbreak Warfare

I passed a sign in my schools hallway that said, "Ever wonder what it feels like to ride in an ambulance?!" My first thought: Am I alive while riding in it? I'm so morbid.



I found that amusing, but now on to the more nostalgic thoughts.



I'm sixteen. I'm a junior in high school. [11th grade.]

I've been to ten schools. That means, I've never been at a school longer than two years. Ever.

Until this year. At the end of this school year, I'll have been here for three years. Right from the beginning. I can walk these halls, and say, "Hey. I remember something that happened here three years ago."


I remember things. And it's rather foreign to me. And it's even weirder to know that in another year and a half or so, I'll be able to come back here, walk up to my favourite teachers shake their hands and call them by their first names.



[I've never been like, "Ohhh. Teachers. They only teach and don't have any other interests." Probably because me and my sisters spend so much time after school, so I would literally hang out with teachers for hours on end. It happens.] So, I'm really going to miss these teachers. They've become near friends of mine.

DAYS UNTIL I LEAVE FOR PERU: 32