the last stretch is the worst.

It so happens that we are in the final stretch of the school year.
I hate this part of the year.
Not because it's summer or it's fun and it's happy because guess what? It's the end of school! No, because next year I'm going to a new school full of fresh faces. This summer will be my last with these people as my classmates. These last two months will be my last ever with these people. Some of them have been in my classes for three, four, even five years straight. Ugh, I'm getting teary-eyed even now. I can't stand the whole end-of-the-year tears and all that. It makes me so goshdarn sad. I mean, everyone's crying all over the place and scribbling numbers on the backs of hands and scrawling notes in yearbooks. I love that, but I hate it. Last year I missed the whole thing--I was in the hospital for the last week. I was there just the last day, which was way better. It was less emotional.
Anyway, I got the order form today for my graduation gown.
I feel like tearing it up into a million tiny pieces and flushing it down the toilet.