The end is near!

This is a cause for celebration! The school year is ending! Unfourtunatly, the school feels before the student's hour of freedom, they must undergo the torture and agony of before the end of school exams! this is a cause for hiding under the bed and refusing to go to school until the revolution comes. Or at least until 3:30 comes. Anyway, these papers of pain are the last tests before school is over. In my case, I have to study for ALL my subjects in one night the day before testing. I guess most people plan study groups or review sheets, or study every night for a week before a test or something, but I guess I'm not one of those sensible people.

However, this is only half of the problem. Since I enjoy writing anicdotes instead of just plain stating my ideas, the following is what I imiagine the last day of school will be like:


BBBBBRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAANNNNNGG!!! Finally, the bell rang. At 1:30, the final bell of the year had finally rang for Yeshiva Elementary School, and it was as if everyone could here it. On the third floor of the building, in the 6th grade classroom, chaos reinged supreme. Most of the girls were dancing and screaming 'schools out!' Some girls were huddled in a corner by the open window casually talking about plans for the summer, and even more girls were packing their bags and joking among themselves as if a normal school day had just ended and they were to go home and do tons of homework. I was probably in the last group. Quietly, I slung my backpack over my shoulders and left the classroom I had learned in for the past ten months. I opened the door of the stairway and raced down the steps, suddenly running at the speed of light. It had finally dawned on me that school was over and I wouldn't be coming back until next year, and then it'd be in the 7th grade classroom with all new teachers and classmates.
I burst out the entrance to the school building and met the warm breeze of the outdoors. The sun shone and there was not a cloud in the sky, the perfect day. The PT sat frowning in a corner.
"I've been waiting here for a million years!" she pouted, "you could have at least TOLD me you'd be taking forever!"
Too happy to be annoyed, I grabbed her hand and cheerfully skipped away from the school I had come to so many times. Soon we got home and once I'd reached the door I threw down my backpack, sped up the stairs to my room and took off my school uniform as if it was made of poisen. Personally, I hate uniforms, they're such a drag to wash and look after. Not to mention them being ugly half the time! I changed into play clothes and sat down on my bed for a second. Then I remembered. The happiness that had welled up inside me diminished in an instant. My stomach did a flip-flop as I remembered: I was starting university school next week anyway. I fell back onto my bed and groaned. Guess you can't outrun school after all!