This was written on 18 May, 2006.

They say that scent is the strongest sense tied to memory. Last Friday, I walked into the primary school music classroom where I normally teach my dance class and was assaulted by the smell of hay, dirt, what may have been old rope, and a slight touch of manure.

To most people, this would mean that they had entered a barn or something of the sort. However, to me, this smell means something entirely different. It brings back memories of elementary school field days. Especially kindergarten and first grade.

Playing games outside all day. Eating sack lunches that you don't really want because you've already filled up on Little Debbies and cokes. Getting all sweaty and dirty and just plain not caring, not about anything except playing with your friends until your parents come to check you out and take you home early, where you have time to take a bath and get clean before your best friend (who is a boy, since you haven't yet figured out that boys have cooties) comes over so that you can fulfill your daily ritual of watching Power Rangers and then re-enacting whatever happened on that day's episode on the playset in the backyard until dinnertime- or, if it was a Friday, dusk.

Sometimes I long for those carefree days.

Wow. This past year has really flown by!! I'm gonna miss everyone so much. Mary Beth, I won't miss you dear. I hope you aren't offended. But you other peoples....my underclassmen friends, and my peoples going to other schools like UGA (ESPECIALLY my Katie...not sure what I'm gonna do about the withdrawals from that one)....I'm really gonna miss you guys. You all must visit me, and of course I'll visit back. This part of our journey ends Friday, you guys....if you're looking for me at graduation, look for the blond most likely bawling on some friend's shoulder. 

I have a new favourite description of falling in love: "arse over teakettle". Teehee.

Alrighty. SO, I FINALLY caved, Sam and Lizzy. I got a myspace! But it's really just to keep up with you guys! And other people that have myspaces. I might post on here every once in a while, though. We'll see. Ciao bellas.

Hannah

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