734.

It's weeks like this that remind me why I love school so much. Everything was so much fun, and so perfect. I don't know how I ever survived all through the first semester of this year, sitting at home. I guess it's true that if you don't know what you're missing out on, it doesn't bother you much. Now that I know everything I had to live without, I could never go back to that without being miserable. I'm almost happy it happened the way it did though, because now I realize how important it is to have friends around all the time, things to look forward to, inside jokes,reasons to smile,reasons to laugh, and maybe even situations that catch you by surprise... no matter how embarrasing they may be.
I've also realized that there is no group of people out there quite like my friends. They are, without a doubt, the WEIRDEST bunch of kids I have ever met, but you know what? That's what I absolutly love about them.
Years and years from now when I think back about high school, I'm going to have tons of outrageous stories, thanks to all of them and the situations we all work ourselves into obliviously.
I can also guarentee Bus 734 will be something I remember most. The long life talks held on those ripped up seats with our permanent marker drawings, and the sticky floors are among my favorite things in life. From moshing in the pitch black of the mornings, and laughing so loudly we keep everyone from falling back to sleep, to long life talks, and accounts of our day on the way home... I look forward to it all, everyday.