I don't exactly know what this is, but you can read it if you'd like.

We emptied out our lockers, took our final exams, turned in our textbooks.
Our backpacks got lighter and lighter as we got less and less homework.
We started to plan more parties, to make sure all our assignments were in, and think of what we were going to write in each other's yearbooks.
When we actually got the yearbooks, we knew it was almost over.
People came to school with multicolored pens, memories of inside jokes floating back into their heads.
We practiced our signatures for when we're famous.
We copied down our phone numbers and email addresses.
On the last day of school, we could skip classes if we wanted.
We got doughnuts.
Everyone gathered around, lightsabers in hand, to go to the park.
The bell rang, and everyone started talking louder, screaming in joy because school was finally over.
And then, well, it was over.