Mom says that when a student moves on to a new school, she graduates from her old school. So when we came back from our camping trip to San Simeon, Mom and I went on another camping trip to my old school, just the two of us.


I got to stay up extra late and eat smores. I played guitar with Joe and the rest of the band.


And just like every night. Mom read me a book before I went to bed.


In the morning, we got up, ate breakfast, packed up the tent, and said goodbye to everyone. Good bye old school. I’ll miss you.