I desire an ending, an ending to all this madness. An ending to all the uncertainty, an ending to all the misconceptions, and a proper ending to the school year. I am lucky, and I realize that, for if we never appreciate that, our lives would be shrouded in self-pity, but I do miss Fenn. Though I always try to look at the bright side of this online schooling situation, it is definitely not the same. The sleep is nice though, after some time to think about it, I would definitely keep waking up at five and getting home at seven to just finish off my year at Fenn, even for a day. There were times that I was frustrated, looking too far at my years of high school I felt as if Fenn of weight around my leg and I was being forced to drag it along with me to the finish line, but with time to think, Fenn might as well have been at the finish line, cheering me along through my journey, just before tides get rough. But now there is online school, hindering me from the experience; now, the crowd has stopped cheering, and I am walking alone in silence. The grading is generally the same, I talk to generally the same people, the homework is better, but it is supposed to be the same, but it is different, in more ways than one.