A Letter

     Today is the last day of school, and it's over. There is so much memories to cherish in my heart, but however, I'm scared of forgetting some. Yesterday I was hoping for school to be over, but however, today, I wish it was not. Just the thought of leaving some of my best friends, and teachers are so sad. The teacher that I miss the most would be Ms. Rega, she was the best teacher I had since my Pre-K year. There were so many moments this year where I cannot forget, so here I am writing everything down that I remember so I can look back at this point in my life.

    1. Laughing at the alphabet because "qrs" goes together.
    2. Having to yell at Anderson, because he calls me Vic-Ka-Tor.
    3. Taking the regents.
    4. The time that I spent in Ms. Rega's room during lunch.
    5. Graduation.
    6. Stuff that I cannot ever forget.

     Its going to take one hundred pages for me to list out all the great moments this year, and now it's over, I'm actually really sad. One friend, wrote me a letter on telling me to never forget, here I am, and now I will tell her, that I will never FORGET YOU!!! When I read that letter, it made me feel really sad, but yet happy. I told me that these three years staying in Brooklyn Studio was truly worth it. Friends are always friends no matter where they are, friendship does not come out of the mouth, instead from ones heart. I learnt that lesson from the exact person who wrote me the letter. I was originally mad at the hummingbird, but however,   I am not anymore, she taught me that friends will always be friends and that will never change. Many more people in New York are being sad on leaving their friends due to school being over. However one person I do not agree upon on this subject is Amal. He is actually happy that he is leaving this school, and when I said good bye to some of my friends on the street, he called me stupid. He said I will talk to them on facebook, but however, facebook is not as good as spending time with them face to face. No matter what he tells me, I still believe that Brooklyn Studio is a great school. I cannot believe that he calls Brooklyn Studio hell, instead I believe that Brooklyn Studio is a great small school, filled with warmth, and friends everywhere corner. It might not be as majestic as Mark Twain, but however, it is still a great school.

     I learned a lot this year. Especially where every teacher believed in me, especially my Spanish teacher, Senora Borrero. She taught me that no matter what happens, I should always believe in myself, because I could accomplish great things due to my intelligence. I learned to build self confidence and to protect myself. I am no longer afraid to speak my mind, due to the exact person who wrote me the letter. She was not afraid to doing anythings, including speaking her mind. Although sometimes, she might be really loud and emotional, she was a great friend. This whole post, is dedicated to all my friends, and especially the "letter person."

This picture dipicates that no matter where you are on Earth, friends will always be friends in the heart: