Saying Goodbyes...

The problem with saying goodbyes is the pain that they cause.  Take the second last day of the school calendar, which happens to be the last full day of camp-out, which happens to be called Sob-fest, which is where the entire school gathers around a campfire and "reminisces"( aka tells funny stories) about the past year, the graduates, and the experiences they've had.  I don't cry at The Fest itself, because it's quite hilarious.  But afterward...

You see, the people that I have hung out with every school day for the past two years (minus a couple months at the beginning of grade nine) have all graduated.  No joke.  Holly, Allie, Beka, Andrea, and the new addition Laura have been my constant companions and shoulders to cry on.  I have shared tents with them, bus-seats with them, secrets with them, and mostly, my food with them :)  So the fact that they all have graduated makes me, well, almost like a fish out of water.  Of course, I won't be bumming around by myself, because a couple months from the end of the year, all the other awesome people at my school finally discovered how awesome we are (ha ha ha ha... RIGHT...) and started hanging with us.  So, I'll have these friends to be with. And Holly and Andrea are close by, and have promised to visit regularly.

Still, it doesn't matter.  It's not going to be the same, you know?  If I suddenly have a brilliant (or not so) musical idea, I won't be able to sidle up to Holly and expound.  No choruses of "Green Girl, because you are green, I shall oppress you!" in the hallways with Beka.  No Gollum voices from Allie, or Cake Song from Laura.  And no more mooching off of Andrea's nacho dip while she eats my healthy food.  I don't worry about being friendless, but I'm not happy either.  I guess that's what goodbyes are, really.  Thanking God for the good memories, and crying over the separation.  Because you know that even while your heart is breaking, life is beautiful.