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Sometimes, change is hard.

And no, I don't mean if you need to buy something for fifty cents and all you have is a dollar bill. Not that type of change.

I mean like when you have one of the best years of your life and then suddenly it's all gone, and something new is replacing it.

That's what just happened.

And after feeling really upset for the last few days, I realize that this is just the start. And sometimes the start is the worst part (hey, that rhymes).

When I started this blog, I did not think I would enjoy posting on it as much as I do. I was not excited about it at all. But look what I'm doing now.

I think that things will get better from here. Part of me still wants to be back in my humanities classroom from last year. But that room has been rearranged. It no longer is the room that it was. Things will never return to the way they were.

But now, in this new year of school, there will be a new way things are. And in a year from now, that will be the way that I miss so much.

Transitions. The hardest part.