Hello peoples. I'm gonna write a blog today. I don't know what it's going to be about exactly but here it goes.

Quite a while ago I wrote a blog detailing one of my middle school mornings and the music I listened to and it was one of my best blogs. Here is a blog after middle school is over and how things are about me now. Last Thursday was the last day of school and the last day of middle school. I came into the eighth grade very different than how I am now. Same routine different things. This year has been different from my other middle school experiences due to a lot of things. I've experienced new things, I've thought about things I had never considered before, I've had new and stronger relationships with different people, it's just been a very different year compared to my other middle school years. Some things I experienced were very fun, others were not. Every emotion, good or bad, had it's place in that year. All of them very powerful. I had the last day of middle school with new friends, old friends, new music, different outlooks, and very different emotions about a last day of school.

The day was of course very sunny but not hot. Entering the bus in the morning, coming off it in the afternoon, seeing the sky and feeling the air. It felt no different then one of those dark, grey fall days. The sun was not quite as bright, the air was duller, the sounds were less expansive and whispered of things different than other summer days. I spent most the day drawing and writing in various places around the school, the teachers payed little heed to where we went on the last day. There were not many people there due to graduation already taking place the previous day and a few people were not there I would've wanted to. I sat and drew and wrote in my notebook and thought about how middle school changed how I am and how I'll be going in to high school.

I ended the day waiting in my bus room with completely different music that I had been listening to earlier in the year, which as you could guess has become very important to me. The speaker rang and echoed throughout the school, quieter than it had been previously, announcing my bus number. I walked though the halls in my hoodie and empty, hollow backpack, in an empty and hollow school. The lockers were all open and dark inside making the halls appear much less wide than they actually are. I didn't have any more goodbyes because there was nobody else in the school to say goodbye too. I walked outside, took one more look at the school and rode the bus home. Ready for my first year in high school with nobody from the middle school there that I actually cared about.

So I sit here in the car on the highway in the dark, the same place I wrote that original blog so far and short a time away. Listening to very different music, but still loud and filled with hope, anger, and sadness. In the exact same situation, speeding quickly away from old things and into new ones. Bye everybody.

Here's the band I've been listening to called Buke and Gass. My favorite album of theirs is called General Dome and the song I've listened to while writing this is called Sleep Gets Your Ghost.


- By Ashton