The last day of school has passed. Next year I will be a fourth grader. In third grade I made some good friends. Different directions will be taken. Different careers will be picked. Friends will leave, no matter how close they are. Tears will fall till the last drop. You may be going so far you can't put it on a map. You might be so clever you advance to the next level. But wherever you go you are still the same. We might be far, but we still have miles to go. No matter how far away you are now, your still right here. We still have a long way to go...
Have a happy summer,
Morgan
