ah.
school is done. over, finito, finished. done.
*shakes head*
it hasn't quite sunk in yet.
I was at piano, and my teacher (of about 9 years now) cried. We were talkign about the end of school and such, and she just melted, and said how abram and i were special, and i played with such emotion, and oh, and then she cried. and then i cried. and she told me that if she'd had a daughter, she'd want me...and i was like, oh. and cried again. All in all, it was an emotional half hour.
*reminds self to practice this week*
