Last Times

So my school has a rota system - we have a week A and a week B and alternate between the two. This week, it's my last week B. And next is my last week A. And my last week at school. Ever.
CanNOT believe it. Thirteen years has gone so fast. Leaving friends behind but starting something new feels so weird. You feel guilty for looking forward to the end, in a way, and you never realise how ultimate the end will be. It's on you now to go out into the world and make your way. And you hope that you and your friends will stay in touch. And you wonder how adulthood and life will affect you. You can't wait to be older but you don't want to be an adult - because that would mean leaving behind your childhood. For mischievous kids like me, adults were the enemy, and suddenly I'm expected to become one? It's kinda wack.
So as I embark on my last week B, I'm going to try and cherish the last times I'll ever do things. Tomorrow will be the last time I wait for 4 hours in the library for my 6th period. Friday will be my last two hour lie in. And next week will be my last week of school ever. I'll miss the people, not the place. Yeah I'll have to go in for exams but walking home from school on the 27th May will feel weird and fantastic. And walking back on 23rd June, my last exam day, will be the best feeling ever.
A thirteen year experience will have come to an end. It's time for change...