The Last Day of School

Honestly, I think I've lost it. I'm currently waiting on the stupid school bell to ring so that I can finally leave this hellhole of a classroom, for good. It's not that I hate school; I love it. It's just that I want to be relived that I no longer have to deal with Mrs. Petrov's mean stare. She's really scary.

Mrs. Petrov is the meaniest, strictest, and scariest teacher in St. Vladimir's High School. She has long gray hair that reached her ankles with touches of black still in it, she's only about five feet three, and she has the loudest voice possible in this school as well. She's also the toughest Junior teacher; people who have her English class tend to fail out of it.

Lucky enough, I got decent grades in her class so I don't need to worry about failing her; I just want to get away from her mean stare already. She isn't always mean, though. She's actually really nice once you get on her good side. If you do her work, you'll be fine in her class; if you don't, oh well. Her class wasn't really hard, just strict.

Currently, my classmates and I are just sitting at our desks that have been pushed all the way to the far side of the room, since this is Mrs. Petrov's last year as a Junior teacher, she needed to clean out her room and replace all of her Junior lesson plans around the room with Senior lesson plans instead, plus she was getting rid of some old books, bookcases, and classwork(our class' work). She had some of her former students who just graduated last Friday doing all of that for her as she lectured us for the last time.

"Alright," she continued, while half of us listened grimly and some were already asleep, "You're going to be Seniors next year and I just want to say this: GROW UP!" She yelled out and those who were asleep had now been woken up, groaning. "Oh, quit whining." She rolled her eyes, "You had enough sleep in this class the whole year."

Okay, that was actually pretty funny and made the whole class laugh, since it's pretty much true. People here don't really like to do her work, if you haven't heard my previous statement, so they would mostly sleep in here.

"Anyway," she resumed, "I just want you to know that this summer will be the last one that you guys will have as kids," one of my eyebrows arched, what does she mean? I thought to myself, "After this summer, you will see that almost everything you do will affect you for who you are and that you might change because of that."

"But, why?" Greg, the AP wannabe asked. He usually asks the questions we're afraid to ask; this is an example of that.

"Well," she droned on, "You guys are going to be Seniors next year and will be graduating." She said firmly, "After graduation, you'll be counted as adults and will be expected to act like adults; not kids anymore." Okay, she had a good point. "So, this is your last summer as kids. After this, you're grown up."

Some people mumbled in agreement while others laughed, saying that we're technically kids until we turn eighteen, which is true, yet not true. Petrov is saying that this is our last summer to goof around like kids; not that this is the last summer where we will be having fun.

"Just make this summer count," she said with the first soft smile she gave us all year, "You will have no idea why until it ends, and many of you won't see that." She gave a student in the front who laughed too loud a glare as she said this: "Plus, after this summer you'll be charged as an adult if you do anything stupid."

This made everyone except that kid laugh. Haha, honestly, the guy had it coming for being a wise ass.

As the bell finally rang, everyone dashed out except for me. I was the last one to leave the room, although I was probably the one who was the most etchy to leave.

It's just that her lecture had really made me wonder this: What is going to happen this summer?