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The last day of school! Finally! No-more silly canteens and lonley dinner times. No more teachers telling me off! A whole six weeks i get to enjoy by myself. I wish. I don't know which is worrse. School, or home? I greated in school with a bunch of kids and a fist. I get greated at home with my mum and dad, and a fist. I wish i wasn't alive. but no, this is just the way things have to go for me. just my luck. Anyway, i suppose because it's the last day of school i'll only get one set of fists. Well, two if you count my mum. I might just run away. It'll be easier, and less hassle. Yeah, on the last day of school, i'll run away. I'll run away today.(lol! i hope you like my story!)
HELLO PEOPLE?!!?!?? anyone else gonna enter?
Well it doesn't have to be factual and I mean it is what you interpret it as... Get creative, it doesn't ACTUALLY have to be about the last day of school, it just has to have something to do with it,
Eddle wrote: "lol! whats that supposed to mean/be? : D"I cried tears of sadness.
lol! cool! wahoo! i wonder who's won? lol! joke
I think I'm gonna expand it and HOPE SOMEONE ELSE COMMENTS
I mean yours is super good but I mean who doesn't want at least a LITTLE competition?!?!?!
I mean yours is super good but I mean who doesn't want at least a LITTLE competition?!?!?!
Okay people... THE COMPETITION IS SUPPOSED TO CLOSE SOON AND ONLY ONE PERSON HAS ENTERED
Ok, I read your message and thought to add a comment too :) Here's mine:
People say school days are the best days of your life. They say once you graduate it will be over and you'll be lost in the cruelty of life. You will no longer be protected by family or friends and things won't be that easy.
Hell of a way to start life isn't it? Knowing that it's going to be awful before it might get better. So why graduate anyway? Why not stay in school, a cocoon of protection with family and friends?
I looked down at my graduation gown, the smiling faces surrounding me, the laughter, the joy, the excitement and the thrill. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Maybe I will get lucky and from now on, things will just get better. I hope so. My sister says college was the best time of her life, she had a blast when she was there and made better friends than her high school ones. But maybe that's because her high school life was a disaster? Mines wasn't, mines was amazing and I absolutely loved it.
I turn my gaze up to see my friends calling me, wanting me to join in the festivities and the photographs. I'd made an amazing group of friends and now we're all going our separate ways, except for Kayla my best friend. We're both going to the same college, and my father had to pull a few strings in order to let us room together.
I smile at them and rush to join in the group photo, hoping that this wasn't a goodbye, but a see you soon.
Maybe this isn't the last day of my good life.
Maybe this is the beginning of the best chapter of my life.
It was bittersweet, really. Maybe even more slightly bitter than sweet.Every year always ended with a huge sense of relief; school was out, next year a clean, smooth slate. Ah, but those were the days B.A: Before Austin.
I was dying to catch more of my drool-worthy crush over summer, especially since it seemed he was kinda into me, too.
With the approach of summer, I could kiss my first potential relationship goodbye. Next year I would be another sun-tanned face in the crowd, nothing more than a passing hello to him.
Then there was the dread of Driver's Ed swallowing two months of freedom, leaving me with a mere third left over. The dreary forecast predicting rain on my favorite days of the week.
Usually summer was word enough to send me smiling in anticipation. But this year?
Summer was going to blow.
((My entry. You guys like?))
On our last day of school, everybody said goodbye.Don't you hate goodbyes? I hate them. You can't know what's going to happen to that goodbye. It may linger in the air, it may be the last you hear of that person.
You never know what's on the other side of a goodbye. And a last day if always full of them. On some sides of goodbyes I know what should happen: This person is staying, this person isn't. I'm staying, so I will see this person and won't see the other.
Why must there always be goodbyes?
On the last day of school, they asked me to recommend an activity for the summer. A movie, a show, a TV show, a book. But even though I'm always quick to say, "oh, that was great," I couldn't come up with anything. How do I take a year's experiences and sum them up, so I recommend one thing? If you knew me, you'd have heard of this book, or the other, and this TV show, and that movie. If you don't know me, why would you listen to my advice anyway?
On the last day of school, I figured I would cry.
Tears are such a big part of my life. And yet when they should've come, they failed me. Instead, I laughed. I looked at all the people in my class, and I was happy. I had such a good year. How could I dare cry?
Nothing went as plan on the last of school. When I was supposed to sing, for the first time I was jittery. I couldn't breathe and my heart pound in my chest. In my ears.
And the best part? Was when a girl I didn't know gave me a thumbs up. Took me maybe five minutes to figure out she was talking about me.
Notice how most things end with questions.
It's the 25th where I am, that's why I didn't enter...
((I guess I'll enter it here, since everyone else enters here lol))My entry:
In the past, the last day of school was a happy thing.
It meant no more silly homework, bad lunches, or Bs and Cs. It meant summer, two whole months of having fun, going to the beach, playing video games, eating junk food - just relaxing.
That was the past. Today, everything is different.
Oh sure, it's the last day of school - the cap on my head is telling me that. But today, I don't feel any excitement.
Only fear, and sadness.
I look at my friend. For four years I lived with her, struggled through the sweat and blood of exams and standardized tests. Today, we would be saying our final good-byes.
And I thought high school was sad. I still lived with my parents, saw my friends every day during the summer, and all of that back then. Pssh. That was easy. This is hard.
College.
The best four years of my life, gone with the wind.
I looked at my wallet; I had twenty-four dollars.
I looked at the time; my name was being called.
Time to start a life without boundaries. Without instructions.
It's the last day of school, and I desperately wish it was the first.
School. Bitches with bad attitudes. Jocks teasing the innocent freshman since they've used up all the rest. Teachers, mostly hating their jobs and electing to smoke pot in their cars in between classes to assuage the suffering of their failed careers. Today would be the end of all that, for the bitches, the jocks and the teachers, paving the way for beach filled vacations, ice cream dripping down the front of shirt out of your tongues reach, fruity drinks on the patio behind sunglasses, fighting off the humidity. Paradise. But not everyone.
Instead of the joys of stress-free life, I'm working a summer job in the chill of a convenience store to help pay next years school fees and hopefully a new wardrobe. No family picnics when your family consists of a single mother and younger brother. One working harder than a slave mule, the other attempting to live life in the dirt with the rest of the nine years olds his age, though even he cannot bypass the sneers the as the kids judge him by his outdated sneakers that need to survive another summer or he a dollar would be stretched from somewhere, using the food fund.
Anyone who believes the end of school is a blessing never had to work for a living. Watching the others come in for Slurpees and snacks for their next backyard pool party is enough to make me take off this hideous green smock and pitch in the face of my fat-ass boss.
Until I remember how badly we need the money. Oh well. At least when I'm older I won't suffer from skin cancer like the rest of the beach bunnies. And if I save every penny I can hide, I may even hit the mall instead of the bargain bin retail stores.
With resolve for the reality's of life, I daydream of better days when college comes and money finds me easier than twelve hour shifts on my feet.
How many months left till school again?
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YAY thank you guys! Yeah I'm sorry I'm extending it through the 25th the results will be posted the 26th! :)
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BTW I edited my entry, I added one sentence.
A lot of things pop up in my notifications and I didn't realize the competition was open until the message was sent letting us know. Is it possible to send one out like that in the beginning of the competition in the future?
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Cheyenne wrote: "I'm sure Kaya will get back to you on that as soon as she can. However, we also have a new announcements thread in the general folder. New competitions and whatnot will be announced there. I'm sure..."Just suggesting for my own benefit rally, LOL. It may end up being a pain in the butt for there to be a separate msg but I'll try and keep an eye out regardless :)
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LOL you know it's the 26th for me already? It's 1:08 AM.
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The last day of school was like the first; confusing, nerve-wracking, strained, useless. Two trains to the city- "A city" my mother reminded me, "where they have guns and shoot people." Then a twenty minute walk on hard concrete that never really pounded away my worry."It's all okay," I lied to myself. "I'll make friends."
And I did, but they could only get as close as my insecurity would allow.
The smell of turpentine, floor wax, clay, bright white waterclor paper-120 lb ivory-kept me focused, at least...for the time I immersed myself in the art.
Eighteen months of the same routine. Given the ultimatum to either "go to college or get a job at the mall and wind up like us," didn't help to motivate me much.
There I was, thirty-three years ago, watching a guy piss in the street at noon outside the school. Why did I feel like him? At least I had the chance to make something of myself. At least I had the vision of something...at least I thought.
That's when I realized, in the middle of life drawing class when the model took off her clothes. I'd always felt naked. Forced naked by circumstance.
This isn't what I thought college would be. No sorority sisters to make me feel at home. No real help from counselors that were just frustrated artists trying to pay the bills.
So I made the decision to quit. Just like that. It broke my parent's hearts, that last day of school. But two brilliant careers later, with a dream-come-true husband and heaven-sent child, I am redeemed.
And now, at age fifty-two, after having found my blissful self through my own timing, I scan art school catalogues and beam to my husband, "Wouldn't it be so FUN to take a class?"
It's almost two now. And yeah, that's likely. Depends on what part of the USA you live in, if my memory is correct, you're between seven hours to ten hours before me.
Elaine wrote: "The last day of school was like the first; confusing, nerve-wracking, strained, useless. Two trains to the city- "A city" my mother reminded me, "where they have guns and shoot people." Then a twen..."I like the ending, LOL
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LOL You're currently in the same time zone as my mother. She's on a business trip. ((Or like I call them- busy-ness trips.))
I creak open the door, a gust of relization throws my balance off. Blurs of happy and sad faces appear through my vision. I rub my eye lids slowly getting up from the dream. Sherly, the class clown is making jokes like she does every friday. Tony is texting on his phone as usual. Tina has rainbow coloured hair, different from yesterday's blue thursday. Drake is being his usual self, the 'ladies man'. Sarah and Megan flicker their eyelashes, enjoying the last flirting minutes with their dream man. Mr. Tea is searchign on his Mac computer for a new cottage. I strut in, my eyes dating to the several peers I have known since kindergarden. I would be venturing into a new chapter with all twenty of them. New doors will be open, some will be shut closed forever.
I sit down beside Tris and Taylor, my bestfreinds since grade one. There laughs ring in my ears, forming a smile on my face. The new juicy sweaters and aero shirts are the topic of today... the last topic of today. I nod my head and talk about the new pink dress that Jennifer Lopez wore on the red carpet.
It all felt so right, this moment would be captured in my mind for always.
The sun finally shines out of the blue shade of clouds, welcoming a new aroma of summer. Connor peaks at me and gives me his charming smile. He winks and stares at me. I laugh and smile back, knowing that he will be there with me throughout those new hallways.
Our adventure might be over here, but I know a new one will await. Very close down the road.
It's Mylan~ the girl with the dice picture (obvio wrote: "I creak open the door, a gust of relization throws my balance off. Blurs of happy and sad faces appear through my vision. I rub my eye lids slowly getting up from the dream. Sherly, the class cl..."
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