Goodbye Irreplaceable Friends

Time flies, and from now on I'm an eight grade student. Finally done with a year as a seven grader. And I've seen my scores and they are B-A-D (in my opinion). I'm not really satisfied with it. I feel like "you can do better than this, why didn't you give 'em your best?" And suddenly a thousand feelings of regret came into me and swirled around. My thought was filled by
marks I've left behind but all that I can think about that time was my classmates and teachers. Like sadness and regret are combined and you know it's very uncomfortable.

I spent one year as a seven grader wasn't all by myself. There were helps. From all the people around me and they gave hand-downed for me to lift me up whenever I feel low. Their voices as a reminder and supporter. Their eyes as my eyes too-they told me what they've seen and taught me things are out of my eyes could see. Their ears as audiences that patiently listening for every laments I had. Their laugh brought me alive again as I did foolish things or talked uselessly. Their feet to stand by me. Although they sometimes steal the spotlight. I love them very much as much as I love myself as being their trusted one.

My classmates were so generous, though a few were somewhat hate me or been so selfish and arrogant and mean to me. They were unique. Given many talents and it was like we fitted and combined as a 'perfect person.' We helped each other when one of us was in tough situations. I've learned so much from them. Lovely to the most hurting lessons I got. Friendship was built late. We were just starting to get to know each other when the semester had to end that day. Regret why love comes late every year... Because of that I've felt nostalgic and wondered will my next classmates would be as good as last year or even better ones?

Study-stage won't going well if there's no teacher to lead us. For my beloved teachers, I really thanking them so much. It'll be as hard to count as stars. They taught me so many things that I've had and I had never heard before. Told me wonderful things to the complex ones. They were supporting me to reach the stars. Even though they had to be scary in telling me things when I didn't want to hear them. Beside saying thank you, I also have to say sorry as much as thanks had told. I've ignored them a few times when I got bored. They got the big part of my road story. And perhaps I'll never get them as my class's teachers. Especially those teachers who were close to me. I took them as my best friends. My unforgettable friends. I really appreciating their works, and wanted to give something as return to pay the bills. But nothing I can give that worth for them.

There are so many things I'd like to tell and share to you about my seven-grade-year. But it'll be a very long text, that I'm busy so can't stay longer with you. Thanks for an awesome seven-grade-year you spent with me guys. I wish that we all could be on the same grade again! You are all can not be replaced by anyone else! Love and wish you well..