Why I Hate Endings

I hate endings. Endings are the hardest part of a story to write. Endings are my least favorite part of any books. And until recently, endings were my most dreaded thing in life. From 2006 to 2015, I attended the Pen Ryn School. In those eight years, having seen the same twenty students and fifteen teachers day after day, I became very attached to the school. I was very proud to say that I had been in every room in the entire building at least once, except the boiler room, which students weren 't technically allowed in, and to which I had made it halfway down the stairs. In June, I graduated from Pen Ryn, left behind eight years of my life, and prepared myself to go to a bizarre new high school called George School, which I was terrified of.

I even calculated exactly how much time I 'd spent at the school for my graduation speech. I was leaving people whom I had known for anywhere between five months and nine years. Saying goodbye was very hard. As I sat listening to the speeches of my fellow former-students, it dawned on me that there were people whom I knew very well in the room whom I would never see again. This was my first true realization of the reality of my departure. Until then, I had not really accepted that my days at Pen Ryn were over. A single phrase echoed through my head over and over: I hate

The only thing I wasn 't expecting was that, among the consternation, everyone else was just as terrified as I was. Upon entering the library to sign in, I was greeted by Eric Wolarsky, one of the deans at George School. We made casual, uncomfortable conversation until he asked me, "where 's home?" I could not hear him due to the fact that the library was, ironically, very noisy, and somehow interpreted this as "who is your advisor?" to which I responded, "Minnie Lee." His confused look told me that I had done something horribly wrong, something from which I could never redeem myself, but thankfully my mother saved me from a slow-but-painful death from embarrassment by answering the question for me. This was the model for the rest of my day, as well as the following one. Meeting new people is always an awkward endeavor, multiplied by each new person one must meet. In an environment full of people, this becomes