My first half of the day is spent testing for AP English Language. I'm excited, I know this material, I've been studying it for two years now. I hesitate to write my essays but putting my pen to paper, I don't stop for forty minutes. I do the first, the next, then the last. The day started grey and cloudy, making this test a bit of a drag, but when I am done and dismissed, I open a door to open skies and sunny air. It's my last day of high school. I have waited for this moment for countless days, begging and crying for it to come sooner, yet it always felt like the days were dragging on. But today, I feel a warmth and nostalgia, knowing this is the last time I may ever walk these halls, and those dragging days I complained about have faded to feeling like yesterday. In desperate need to retrieve my flask I left in the testing room, I go to my vice principal who was more involved in my freshman year. My bad year. As he walks me to the room to unlock and retrieve it, I th...
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