Warning: Sentimental post crawling with warm fuzzies.

Today was the last class of the last year of Worldview. *blows nose* We all chipped in and got Mrs. Bower a gift cup and tried to say something appropiate. Then we didn't actually do a class but started reminscing. It's weird, but for all the words that went round in that class over the last 3 years-reading, writing, discussing,-I can't seem to find any words to sufficiently describe those people or what we did. The only comparison I can think of is the Wilbur Gang. The Wilbur Gang is partially why I'm not majorly bummed today. I've done the bestest-friends-withrdawal before and found out that you still stay bestest friends and God just changes the relationship round. You can't keep trying to change it or try to hold onto the way it was-just enjoy it the way God has put it and always be there for those people. To all my friends, my deepest apologies if I've ever let you down in the past, my prayers and support for the future, and always, always, all my love!