Well, Friday was my last day of school at PRMS. It was bittersweet. I'm so grateful for all of the experiences that I had, and all of the great friends I've made. No doubt, I had complaints, but it was hard for me to leave. I don't do well with change, and this will be especially hard because I absolutely loved the seventh grade class I had this year. Not that I didn't enjoy the eighth graders, but they're moving on to the high school anyway. My seventh graders were a truly special group. It will be hard to measure up to them.
Even though I'm sad to leave PRMS, I am excited for a new start back home. But you know me, I always find something to worry about. Like who am I going to sit with at lunch? What if I don't make any friends? What if I make friends with the wrong people?
