I'll miss school.
I'll miss the way impatient kids mimic the noise the bell makes as if mimicking that noise will magically make class end.
I'll miss the way my friends chase each other around the gym to bop each other on the head.
I'll miss the way my friends laugh and argue in the Library, then shush each other and whisper-yell "quiet in the library!"
I'll miss the brain-rot words my classmates say like "sigma" and "rizz" and "gyat," which I have no clue the meanings of.
I'll miss the way the entire WIN class cheered when we got second place in the Jag Cup or won the prize for Most Informational Door Design or raised the most money in the Jamba Juice fundraiser.
I'll miss the way I lecture the kids I sit next to in math class about how to do the math even though they never understand what to do.
I'll miss the way my Social Studies teacher makes dad jokes that cause the entire class to laugh.
I'll miss the way my math teacher tells stories.
I'll miss the way my technology teacher supports my dreams and gives ideas about high schools or collages I could go to to achieve those dreams.
I'll miss the way that all the kids, including me, share funny stories or opinions about science class.
I'll miss my PE teacher's energy and joy and personality that she always brings wherever she goes.
I'll miss grammar lessons in Language Arts class.
I'll miss talking to my friend in Art class about our art worlds.
I'll miss boys being rambunctious and annoying at all possible times.
I'll miss saying hi to the lunch lady I don't even know the name of.
I'll even miss giving a presentation in front of a class, which still gives me nerves.
I'll miss-
I'll miss-

I might be insane by middle school standards,
But I think it's not weird
To miss the school
I have grown
So fond of.

I'll miss you, school.
Even if I'm only gone for summer break.