It’s the end of the school year

The flowers are coming

the students are leaving

Counting and thinking and stress

Lack of effort

Lack of energy

Where is the finish line?

It’s the end of the school year

I begin to hold onto things more dearly

I cherish each memory

I reflect on the past

A strange mix of happy and sad

A strange mix of enthusiasm and dread

And then what?

It’s the end of the school year

And soon it will be summer

3 whole months of saturdays

80 days

1,920 hours

6,912,000 seconds

Countless possibilities and freedom

What will I do?

It’s the end of the school year

Next year is only a mystery

I think about it often

Will they remember me?

Who am I?

What will it be like?

When will it start?

When will it end?

It’s the end of the school year and I’m anxious, nervous, scared, uneasy, concerned, but mostly excited