Oh Graduation Speech

I swear I'll try not to make this as awkward as it is playing out in my head.

Dear (my) class of 2017,
Where in the world do I even begin.
There aren't enough words to describe you guys.
You guys are intelligent, nerdy, hilarious and everything in between.
You guys get me up in the morning. (Trust me school would be as boring as watching clouds pass in a clear sky without you guys)
Yes, we don't all get along sometimes but that's okay. We are only human after all.
But the difference between our class and being intermingled in any other class (of the 8th grade of course) is that we help each other back up and we know how to support each other. Whether it's in discussion or in outside problems.
I'll miss our heated debates, and intelligent conversations.
I'll miss our inside jokes and random sayings. (J.K...... Rowling)
I'll even miss the fact that we are in the same class together.
I'll miss all my teachers and their encouragements.
They will forever have a special place in my heart.
I thought that I would be happy that school is ending and that we get to start fresh, but I'm not.
Realizing that next year we will be split up and have the smallest possible moments of interaction is terrifying. (Who knows what dumb things the other students are going to say next year.)
I am worried that the level of conversations in high school is going to feel like I'm talking to cavemen that wear headphones.

But maybe, just maybe I will have some of you in my classes next year. (Please dear lord)
Not to make this a sad topic or anything, but I just want to say I'm going to miss you guys.

How lucky am I to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard- Pooh bear 

Best of luck to all of you in high school.

The Art of Procrastination

The Art of Procrastination. Easy to master, hard to beat. Now there are different ranges of procrastinators. The couple-minutes (which only procrastinate for a few minutes and then actually work) and the last-minutes (which do their work at the last moment possible.) There are a couple of people that are in between this range which, usually most people fall in. Now I on the other hand, am at the brink of being a last-minute, which is dreadfully scary considering the work that needs to be done at this point in the school year. Essays, research, the whole shabang. Okay so, if you read up until this point and are completely oblivious to what I'm talking about- even though I basically told you what this is- this is the definition of procrastinate.

To procrastinate means, to put off something, or to delay/ postpone an action. And if you still don't understand please leave. Yes. Now. Back to what I was saying. Now I procrastinate, who doesn't? But sometimes it's bad. Like I'll make my bed three times just so I don't have to do something. Pathetic yes. But hey you can't control your brain. At least I think not. You know what would be helpful? A list of what to do to stop procrastinating. I'll love you if you blog about this. Anyways, moral of this story don't procrastinate. Well if you do, don't do it for too long.