my last day of music class (sniff sniff). if we'd had yearbooks, i would've signed everybody's and put really beautiful sentiments that they could look back on in years to come. but alas, no such memorabilia. we had to make due with a few photos and promises not to forget each other. i'll miss those guys. we won't see each other until september and i think that's about a hundred years. our teacher, miss amy, is real nice and always has hair like mine. sometimes i think people get us confused. but she's the big one. maybe when i grow up i'll play the ukulele too.

my last day of music class (sniff sniff). if we'd had yearbooks, i would've signed everybody's and put really beautiful sentiments that they could look back on in years to come. but alas, no such memorabilia. we had to make due with a few photos and promises not to forget each other. i'll miss those guys. we won't see each other until september and i think that's about a hundred years. our teacher, miss amy, is real nice and always has hair like mine. sometimes i think people get us confused. but she's the big one. maybe when i grow up i'll play the ukulele too.