And so another year ends .. it seems almost familiar .. the feeling of parting with the class and everyday life you've known so well. Another 24 hours, I'll be drenching in sweat of anxiety as Ms P yells out the name "YING JING LIU." I still remember last year, when Yazza had my report and then realised that it was the "other" Ying. xD

But this year's .. different. I think after spending 2 years with that special bunch of people, they start to grow on you. Yeah, there are sometimes- wait no, MOST OF THE TIME, when you're like " FK#$&** I HATE HIM/HER" and you just want that person to go smash themselves, but then when you think about it, will it really be a class without that person? Will it really be 8G?

I think I'll really miss my class next year.. and all those little things or moments in class that makes us who we are. Like when James asks a gazillion questions during Science, or when Ms H go " excuse me ___ are you awake?" - which is also now known as the "Domian Mode" xDD or when Justin starts scratching EVERYWHERE when he's doing public presentation, or complaining twice a week as we walk unwillingly into D3, or when Maybeth starts typing during exams and you can hear everying swearing under their breath.

" Okay is everyone ready? I will put this tape on and write down the meaning in ENGLISH NOT FRENCH"

- Presses start on the cassette player -

" BONJOUR!! Quest-ce - KERCHING KERCHING .. DINNGGGGGGGG"

" So did everyone get that? Do you need me to play it again?"

EHH .. DOT DOT DOT ..

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I once read that, when people come into your lives, they leave footprints on your heart and a part of them will always be with you.

And in saying this, I would like to just .. THANKYOU 8G - for everything you've given me and making me into who I am today. Good luck for next year ..

8GANGSTERS FOR LIFE.

xx.
George