Really the end . . .

Today was my last day of Ninth Grade. My last day at Fairfield Junior High. And an overall happy but sad day.

For three years I have practically lived at that school. I have lived and breathed Fairfield Junior High. I'm not to thrilled to be out of school this year. A change from previous years. I'm not ready for summer, I'm ready for warm weather, but not summer break!

Today started out with a problem, I slept in. For the second time in as many days. this is not a normal occurrence around this house, I hardly ever wake up late. So There you have it. A relatively good start (I got to sleep an extra hour) to a wonderful day.

I was feeling pretty good about myself. I was feeling pretty much wonderful. I felt on top of the world and then it began to hit me hard. After about noon today I would no longer be a ninth grader at Fairfield Junior High. I mean, I'll always be a Falcon, no matter how far I go from that school, but I'll never be a ninth grader again.

I went to school and we had the End of Year assembly. The officers tried to keep it light, but for me it was really reminiscent. Everytime I saw somebody I knew I would think about all my memories of that person, and quite honestly it was rather sad. The assembly was really rather good. except I did fall on my face while getting Sara for something. That was rather embarrassing.

Then we went back to our Homeroom which was rather sad as well. Anna and I were about to cry when we saw each other. We're not going to school together next year. That's why it's so sad. When you can't drive Ogden is a long ways away.

Then we got yearbooks. I have to say that this years are pretty cool. Then I went into the gym. I was almost literally piled knee deep in yearbooks. I kept being handed yearbook after yearbook. But to know that that many people want your signature, that's pretty neat. I was sitting in the same spot on the bleachers for at least 20 minutes just signing. Finally I got up and went wandering trying to find people.

After awhile I found Mr. T and Mr. C and got them to sign my yearbook. Mr. T told me that he knew from the very beginning what I was going to be. Mr. C, well, he looked slightly sad to see me go. I've learned a lot from both of them, and I'm going to miss them. Then I went over to Mrs. N's to see if she would sign my yearbook. She told me to write my address on a card so she could send me a more personal note.

Then I went to Mrs. J. She's been my rock for most of my three years here. She told me she nominated me for First Falcon. We hugged and for the first time today, I cried. Mrs. J has literally always been there for me. She has always been absolutely fantastic. To hear her tell me that I've been the one she couldn't have done it without was overwhelming. I'm going to miss her soooo much. she has been my foundation and my confidante for almost 3 years of my life.

Then I walked outside the school. As I did Anna's group,the one that was going to her house for a party that I couldn't go to, still hadn't left. This surprised me. But each and everyone of those girls came and hugged me. (The guys, well they're guys so they didn't, obviously) I was sad to see them go. I didn't want to see them go without me. I wanted to yell "Wait for me!" But I couldn't, my parents didn't feel right about it, and I can understand why. I just walked home. I passed another group, said "Hi" and kept walking.

When I got home I went out on the grass and read all the notes people had written in my yearbook. It wasn't until the notes at the back of the book that I started to cry again. They were so sweet and kind. I couldn't believe how many people said that I was their role model. Me. Little old nerdy me. Of all the people they picked me.

But it wasn't only that that made me cry. No it was the little kind things they said about me that made me choke up.

I have been so privileged to be a Falcon. I will always be a Falcon. I'll wave my banner to the sky. But, my fellow Falcons, I'll expect no less from you. I am so grateful for each and everyone of you that read this blog. You have been a source of strength through your comments countless times. Don't change. Be a Falcon forever! Wave your banner high, and don't be ashamed. For we are Falcons!!!!