Goodbye...

Today we had our field trip which was wonderful. I only stinked at tug of war because all the boys were stronger this year than they were alst year. I kicked their butts last year. We did the one were you jump over the pole, and I did pretty good on that. I sat on the table, playing Uno with Jake, Noah, and Malik, in homeroom, about halfway through the day, and when It was not my turn, I couldn`t help but keep my mind going back to the school, I remember all those times I missed an assignment, never got finished at home and was scared the next day, fights with Ally, meeting new friends, teachers, and having experiences at the school that will and will always help me in my life. I don`t know which I should of been, happy, to leave the school and progress farther in my life, or sad, seeing this wonderful school that I got so comfortable and loving with, all to see it disappear as if in an instant, and go to a new school, with new rules and responsibilities. As I walked down the hall to get to the doors, I passed my Mr. Ogden`s room. I smiled. I remember the very first day I came to White Pine, scared, alone, and so, so, shy. My dad was with me on the 4th grade day. I was afraid that dad was going to leave any second, which he was. I tried pursuading him, but he soon pulled me away from him and left. For a week whenever I heard the name Mr. Ogden, I thought about the Ogden temple. As my flashback ended, I had a few seconds before the room and Mr. Ogden went out of my eyesight. I looked at Mr. Ogden, White hair surrounding his hair like a little fence that wasn`t there when I was his student. He was turning older as time moved forward and so was I. Here I come world.