As the school year ends, its weird. I feel like I haven’t completed it yet somehow I have. With the pandemic, it flipped everything upside down. 2 o fly closest friends moved away this year, and because of the pandemic i never got to say goodbye.

It makes me wish that life was just like everything else, with the ability to press an undo button.

If only there was more time, time for everything.  It reminds me of the lyrics from the last song of the musical Hamilton, the song Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story. Eliza sings “And when my time is up, have I done enough?” And I truly understand that, wondering if they will remember me, if I have truly made an impact on them, and if I have done enough.

But I guess there is always next week year.