| awwww. 10th grade sophomore english honors. too much memories. really really gonna miss you guys a lot. 
I'll always remember. All the memories we had together.
From all the laughts to all the smiles.
To all the moments... and all the whiles.
From the Odyssey project, to all the things I've learned to respect.
From Christina getting Punk'd, to learning to write all this junk.
Endless projects with Ben and Jon, and reading that stupid book Mists of Avalon.
Singing and dancing with Jason and Hans, to staying home emailing Cordero waiting for a response.
Convos with Justine as we help each other, our silly questions one after another.
Hilarious conversations with Yi, about Humpty Dumpty, Lakers, and walking into trees.
I know there will never be another, I hope we stay friends forever.
*Disclaimer: The following is written as memories run through my head. They may seem weird but they mean a lot to me.*
I still remember on September 3rd, I walked into D-3 after lunch, not knowing what to expect. For the first day, I sat behind Jon, to the right of Ben and the left of Christina. Yep. I can still remember it so clearly. I didn't know Christina back then. In fact, I only knew Ben, Jon, Kevin, and Jason. From them I knew this was gonna be an experience. The next day, Christina changed seats with this very tall girl, Yi  . The next day, the first thing she said to me was "Hi I'm Yi. What is your name?" LOL! Yes I still remember it very clearly. Out first project was at Jon's house on the Greek Myths. That day I didnt have a ride back so Ben's mom took me. Then it was Han's birthday party. That was the day that I met Justine and the Future Generation of Boy Bands was created. During the next few weeks, I've gotten to know so many awesome people in that class. I learned that Yi and I had a common interest: walking into trees. I also learned that Christina likes bamboos. All those online conversations about homework with Ben, Justine, Yi, Hans, etc... It hurts a lot to know that they probably wont happen ever again. Even if it does, it will never be the same. I could almost feel tears burning as I think about how I will never hear the lunch bell ring and go to D-3 for class. Walking in to be the first one there, waiting for other people to come. Cordero sitting at her desk. Never to sit in my own seat again, or have anyone else sit in their seat. Or have Ms. Cordero lecture. It hurts. Goodbye. I'll miss you guys.
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weird huh?
