The last day of school is always a little bittersweet around here. Our group is so small, and becomes so close over the year, that the last day of school is both happy and sad. Happy because we cheer the students who are graduating. Sad because we will miss them next year. Group of kids this year! They are genuinely good human beings.

8221; It sucked really bad. But throughout the years, I began to get better and better. One day while sitting in class, I was approached with the idea of going to a studio. But what would I say? What would I talk about? Most of it would probably be a freestyle. Step father bounced out the house. And now hes on meth.