Goodbye School - Non-Fiction

I'm facing the last days of my high school career. Am I scared? No, there's nothing to be scared of yet. Am I happy? If happiness is leaving bad memories and annoying people behind, then yes. Will I miss anyone? With all the social networking that goes on, everyone I know is just a click away. What have I learned? Apparently everything I need to know...

Only a few more times I will walk down the narrow corridors of Cansfield High Specialist Language College. Even less times, I will wake up early to trudge to the school. Never again, will my name be called on the morning registration. Only four more times, I will write the candidate number 4308. The uniform I wear will become a faint memory as next year it's out with the old and in with the new. The five years I spent there as a student will be reduced to mere memories and the odd photograph. School books will be thrown away, uncompleted homeworks will remain uncompleted, letters will be thrown away.

Would I like to thank anyone? Do you thank people for doing their job? No, but I probably will.
Will I visit? I doubt it, I'm not that kind of person. Should I keep in touch with my friends? Maybe, but people change, grow up and move on.

I have two maths exams and two german exams left. These last few days have been a flurry of revision. Linear equations, correct grammar, expanding brackets and correct use of tenses. I know when they're done I can't change what I've written, in a way, that idea calms me. So, I'm leaving. I'm moving on, I'm starting a new chapter in my life with new people and new things to learn.

Am I scared? Yes.

Failing

Failure,
The word sounds miserable...but it's not all bad.
There are always second chances,
Another chance,
to do things over.
You've not failed yet.