Graduation was great, and very sad. All forty-eight of us 8th graders cried at the end because twenty of us our departing from our school and we may very well never see any of them again. We all got our diplomas, and we're all very proud (we're also happy the tassles on the cap are finally gonna come off ). But, nonetheless, it is the conclusion to one of the greatest and trying school years that I've ever had. I made it through with God's help, and hopefully I'll see a lot of old and new friends this coming school year.

We're going down, down, in an earlier round, and, sugar, we're going down swinging. I'll be your number one with the bullet; a loaded God-complex, cock it and pull it.