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Over.

today was a powerful day.

1. Chapel.
todays chapel was absolutely inspiring. pastor doug told us a story about what it would be like when god came. sounds stupid. but very powerful. our last jr. high chapel EVER. ** tears.

2. Class.
sitting through every class, and watching the clock move in very fast mode was extremely depressing. listening to the teachers wish us well for highschool was even worse.

3. CHOIR.
my favorite class. my favorite teacher. my favorite hobby. oohhhhh i'll miss you 8th grade choir. i'll never forget our golden trophey!

4. After School.
a lot of my life is spent at school, from 3:06 to 5:30. hanging out in ms. mayberry's room was a blast. i'll miss alllll those memories. ILY afterschool crew.

5. Drama.
so i learned from today's incident to "brruuushh it offf". credits: phillip reynolds. lifes to freaking short to be dealing about what people are gonna say. whether its calling you a hypocrite, poser, liar, whatever. just chill. live your life and CHILL.

best day everr. <3

i'll never forget my 8th grade year.

oouut,
stephanie. d.
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