3 drops

Three days of school left. Luckily that's how many drops of blood I've got left in me. What a year. Came in roaring and its ending in a similar fashion. I'd like to take 2011-2012 and put it in a box, lock it up and toss it into the Pacific. But wait, I don't have access to the Pacific anymore. And saying, "I'm gonna lock it up and toss in the lake just 5 miles from my house" just doesn't do the act of wanting to move past this year any justice. I know I'm supposed to learn lessons having gone through the struggles and trials I've encountered this year. I just haven't gotten any perspective yet. The wounds are still fresh, my emotions are still running high, and I am just completely spent in every way. I feel like a washcloth that has dried out in a wrung position. The wringing had been taking place all school year and had not let up. Not even when there are only 3 drops left.