Have you ever felt that life is literally too short or that every event in your life went by so quickly? My seventh grade year was like that. Back in fifth grade, I was always nervous about going to the other side of the school building. Whether it was the snicky sock smell of the hallways, the height of the eighth grade boys, or just scary bumping into one of the teachers, that was scary. At the end of sixth grade, I was terrified about what was coming. I walked into the school building over the summer to fill my new locker with school supplies and decorations. On that day, I meet Mrs. Tyvoll, my new Bible and homeroom teacher. She reminded me of Janelle, one of my best friends in sixth grade, who is now residing in California. When the school
