sjsprWriting

I guess this year wasn't too bad.

Honestly, the sadness hasn't hit me yet. I'm still in the "I want to get the fuck out of here" mood. 

But I guess I'll miss this class. 

I'll miss taking 10 minutes every day in the beginning of class to write down whatever I'm feeling at the moment. I'll miss the catharsis I get from it.

I'll miss trying to be sneaky with my phone, but realizing that my efforts are futile because Ms. Erickson will always notice.

I'll miss Richard's Saints of the Day and his writing countdowns. 

I'll miss our discussions, our rants about people, teachers, and life. 

I guess I'll miss this class a bunch.

But I still wanna get out of here.