The end of the school year finally came!
I knew it was coming, because before this week the atmosphere in the school changed - a subtle shift that hid within the school walls. It seemed quieter, though the students were louder than ever. Everyone still entered the building each morning, but the halls were emptier than usual. Even students who usually came by to visit, tapered off. They were eager, perhaps, to veer from the normal routine, or just wanted to get the hell out of the school.
|This expresses my happiness through a cliched symbol.|
It probably didn't help that I started cleaning out my room three weeks ago, or that I stripped the walls bare making the gray school brick seem like the inside of a torture chamber . I couldn't help it, however. I was just ready for the end of the year.