I know I didn’t say enough. But who says you can’t go forcing love?

The years over. I can’t believe that I'm the only cool kid not excited for summer. I think it’s because I'm afraid of change. That seems to be something that runs in the family. I think out of all the school years ive ever had, this was my best one. And my worse. It’s actually quite complicated. I think I'm going to reminisce and try not to cry for a while now, sorry if you get bored. I'm going to try to mention everyone:

McAlister’s scrabbletastic class. Where I convinced everyone that Romeo and Juliet are whores that should die. And Shakespearian day (every Friday, add “ith” to the end of every sentenceith). MAMBO! GO! After West Side story when we danced in the circle of desks. Louis is a ref. and how annoyed she would get when we would call anyone “dude” or “bro”. The jeopardy game that my team (diamond, Joel, Louis) failed. Quran (when he was in the class) saw Beyonce at Burger King! I'm Tom’s wife 8 times. Maria (though that’s more of a Gabi and Diamond thing). Everyone in that class is now aware of my talking through movies problem. This is also the class where I make all my music papers. Singing Rent songs with Annie like everyday. Sandra Cisneros. Bernie’s freaking analogies. Writing on the Bulletin Board. When we painted in the beginning of the year, and me and Annie ruined our uniforms. Melissa had to read that part in Inherit the Wind, but she didn’t want to, so she read it in the most monotone voice ever. Roxanna getting mad as I passed notes to Gabi. GABE. When Tom announced that he wanted to try on my eyeliner (he will regret it, but he Sooo asked). Lots of pretzels. My love of debate. When we used to give up and leave class ranting. Cruefest is August 27. When me and McAllister argued for like a half hour about the context of “herd”. When she said that I should grade all the FCAT essays because I would fail everyone. Alexis always shushed everyone. When Sam brought the cake, said surprise and dropped it. The cake did a 360 and landed on the floor unharmed, if it wasn’t a surprise at first, it sure was then.

Garcia’s temperature malfunctiony classroom. There's so much to say here. Blue Cross Blue Shield Questions. Ghetto Barney. When I had to try Vegemite because of TAI TV. Red Herrings. When we would discuss other teachers. Interviews. My extreme hatred of Pedro (“Goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood Morning”) When Diamond and Felipe drew the picture of Sara Palin in a well on my notes (I couldn’t study after that, so I failed). All of those days with subs, like when we sat in the back of class and took pictures. And that one guy with the riddle about hell that made no sense at all. Up against the wall, and it’s all over. That day it was really cold in the portable and we went in the cafeteria (and Felipe left Joamna walking and it took her a few seconds to realize she was talking to herself.). And the people rejoiced. How I answered William Beckett to every single If Question. Veronica: Twinkies. When we went to the computer room to do the college account things, but me and Diamond just compared blogs. Moving the boxes and Felipe and Bernie lost a wheel but kept going. When me and Gabi put Dickies over our Jeans. Mustaches presentation. When the TV actually worked. European history! European fish! European Joamna! When I used to sit by the window and Felipe would always turn around and bang his elbow on the screw coming out of it. Horrible drawing skills. The coat of arms.

Riggins. When she spent about 45 minutes discussing hurricanes. Not the football teams, in-depth into Andrew. Quincy and the cow. We can’t use the restroom when the bear is naked. Yesenia can’t take her hands off of Grant. Stephen and Ernie the Chipmunks. Ernie scratches his belly. Eric the know-it-all. Cupcake is delicious. Sam and Gabi sitting behind me. Ugh! They: 1, sprayed perfume all the time, 2, when Sam started banging the pretzels on the desk, 3, all of the questions and mousy behavior….You put the square in square root. The bottom half of a triangle situation. We spelled Ghetto wrong on purpose, but she pointed it out anyways. When she told me that I'm attracted to bad guys. Supersonic hearing. Eric, are you----------!!! The computer room and the teacher next door got really mad at us. How we all got the giggles during quizzes when didn’t know what the hell we were doing. Primal screams.

Lunch Table Crew. Karen walks. Ref hunting with Jillian. Diamond always bought me lemonade. Karen eats my food. Jio pays me 10 cents every week. All of those pictures with the tongues. The extremely long lunch line. That day I demanded to stand on the bench because I didn’t want to sit don or stand on solid ground. Kissy noises. The huge pile of bags that prevented you from talking to anyone across the table. There's the exit, wanna go out? The magical Jeannie of the #$%&@!$ lamp. Shoulder slut. When me and Jilly pretended to be eight graders obsessed with Danny. Deep conversations with Karen. Papa John’s ;) with extra tomato sauce. My sunglasses. Stopping for chats with Latent. Yummiboy. Yummyboy’s friend (shivers*). I always left my science book. Me and Diamond would sing Say Anything songs. The staircase after lunch (remember Dachari??). The ghetto kids who stole our table. Jilly the tree was looking at me funny! When we came back to school and our circle table was like across the spill out so me and Jio and Danny and Karen were men and lifted it. I'm on a boat. Glue Chapstick. I planned out the next 11 months of our friendship. Karen’s motto (to explicit for the internet).

Biology. The walls aren’t real! Boy and girl pinecones, when he took us out of the school and like a block down and everyone was scared we were going to his house to be brutally murdered. Toilet paper. Nobody knows Mr. Ware like his neighbor knows Mr. Ware. Sady’s awesome socks. Crayfish when I gave the whole vegetarian talk. Me and Joamna’s pig names Wilma, but then I liked Sucia better. Carlos and Danny’s pig jesus. How Mr. Ware would just leave class the last 20 minutes. Mouse. Sam’s questions. April Fools Day. When he came in Rhino. When we drank the colored water out of the giant test tubes. Running in place. That weird deer game outside. He accused Stephanie of going out of class for 20 minutes every day. When we came to class late and he went postal. Touching metal. When me and Roxana went to the back of the classroom and drew the Heroes thing all over everything. And then we drew the Jonas Brothers next 3 album covers. Felipe dancing on the table.

Broadcastingness. How it’s full of Satan’s children and basers. The music videos. When Bernie and Chris and Manny and Jake and Ernie mad that blood out of cornstarch or oatmeal or something. How broadcasting terms are very similar to sex education. Ernie, I'm black! Paulina’s my sister. Icecream. Super intimate conversations in the new room. Psycho. Jackie is Sam. Ryan and Brandon = Brian. You’re messing with the wrong white girls. I hold Paulina’s hand with the ghetto. Diaz obsessed with his sons basketball games. When I wrote Stacy’s love letter for her. Snorting powdered sugar. Can we start? Leaving for the “bathroom”. When we convinced all the guys that there are vending machines in the bathroom (they got really mad). Break!!!!!!!! Running around. The security guard who constantly told us to get off the wall. Fixing everybody’s hair and telling them that they smell bad. Me and Paulina constantly annoying each other with our stories about how love sucks. When Nia read the bell ringer superspeedy so we could finish. Jesse (how much can I say about him, ha). The teacher would always knock on the door. Stacy’s awesome jewelry. Cheetah Girls. Those days in the library looking up love quotes when we were supposed to be doing story boards. Icy Tower and that Risk game. How I get super picky when editing but I work awesome under pressure. Leo barking. The sub who recorded the guys trying to break paper with their heads. Stacy’s shoes always smell awesome. FAHNA. All of the almost fights. Shooting the music video and I had to dance on the lunch tables. And Homecoming package. Taken is the best movie ever.

This year was awesome. You see why. Of course, being a downer and all, I can write just as much bad things. But I won’t. Hopefully next year will stand up.. I don’t want to have to lose anything else. I'm super tires. In a week I'm working at camp so it’s all good. But this summer the burger party needs to happen.

Oh, and the whole biography/autobiography thing wasn’t working out. But I started writing this letter for Diamond. That’s when I realized that it’s much better writing your life as if you’re telling it to someone else. Instead of summarizing it with a bunch of “she’s”.

For now I'm going to chill. Do nothing. Not go anywhere. Catch up on sleep. Make summer playlists that kill. But if I'm in your contacts, I'm said to make great phone conversations.

Oh, and Pushing Daisies…you must watch!