The Last day of School. by Chinedu
Yes! The last day of school and nothing else to mention about it, a soon as I woke up I took a shower and then packed my beddings and everything that belongs to me. I packed and sent everything out of my room, and then our R.A. came to check our rooms. Then I went to school empty handed, today we were going to play games and the principal showed us the directions and locations of where the games were. Mr. Dewey was another Math and Science teacher for 7th and 8th graders. He told us which homeroom would go for which game; we played only half of all the games and then the homerooms with the most points wins and gets prizes of candies.
Our homeroom was the only one that didn’t get any prize, but anyway it was lunchtime. After lunchtime everyone went back to the reception area and the principal told everyone to go to the auditorium. We sat in our homeroom groups and they were going to give out two hundred certificates, they name all of the subjects that you can have in middle school. I got four certificates and they were all growth awards, the subjects were Math, Technology, Bible, and Social Studies. I knew that my father would be proud that I got math for an award, because he had been teaching me math at the weekends. When the awards were over there was time left so the 6th and 7th graders went out while the 8th graders stayed, the 6th graders went to the reception area and the 7th graders went to the tennis court. We both played games and ate until school was over. Everyone in the dorm hurried the dorm to pack their bags and go to the bus, I had three bags and it was very difficult to carry. I carried all my bags to the bus and the bus took us to the bus station, Mr. Eric gave us our tickets when our bus arrived, it was going to take us to Ulsan. Then everyone that was going to Ulsan entered the bus and it was the last time that we were entering and riding that bus.
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Posted By 
tyna 
Jun 10, 2008 
i don’t know about you chinedu…
but i already feel am missing that
school through you!
especially did these words of yours:
“and it was the last time that we were entering and riding that bus” grip my heart…
whether you put much emotion into writing this
piece or not; what you wrote about is inherently
emotional…at least for a 31-year old me!
so touchy a piece; reminds me of great emotion i felt
when leaving higher institution.
well, we’ve got to move on for good.
so, you’re moving on too!
and as you move, dear, write…they keep the shadows
of your memories of past activities in the bank
of the future.
kudos!
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