two weeks.

         
          It's time. You have around two weeks left of school. Two more weeks of after school practices, of classes, of seeing those posters in the hallways. Two more weeks of goofing off during class, seeing your teachers, and being known as the choices you have made over the past nine years. And lets be honest life may get harder. Whether you love your elementary/middle school or hate it, it's quickly coming towards an end, and you probably can't wait for what's to come. In the past year you've been shadowing high schools and choosing your highschool if not applying to a private school. You've been making more friends and final memories with your classmates, the newbies and the ones you have known since you were just kids.

           But in reality, whether you wanna be or not, you are just a kid. You will be expected to make your own decisions, but still do everything, everyone tells you to do. It's a strange thing to have one foot in middle school and the other already in highschool. But I want you to plant your feet firmly and make the most of the time you have left no matter what grade, what school you are in. I know you are excited for what's to come, but do not rush the rest of your school year. The fact is wherever you are and whatever you are doing, remember that you are there for a reason.

          You are still in class with the people you've known since a kid. The classmates that may have been your friends over the years, or the ones you just met. You're still family with the teammates you've played with since 4th grade. You still hang out on your bestfriend's bed till late hours, laughing about the jokes you've created over the past years. You have two weeks. Two weeks. A lot of a things can happen in two weeks. Your lives may change, or they may stay the same. Just please don't change, and please make the most of that two weeks you have left. After all, once it happens you can never get that time back.

                                                         xoxo,
                                                             jessica

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