Tomorrow is officially the last day of school before summer vacation. There is no real point in going. They actually made an announcement at the end of the day telling students that they were not to bring their backpacks to school. But it's still worth it. Tomorrow there will be finality in the air, the last hugs before summer, the year-book signings. You miss that if you don't show up.

On Friday, all of the 7th graders at my school unloaded out front waiting for three charter buses to come and take us to The Franklin Institute in Philadelphia. The first two buses came fifteen minutes late, the third bus came an hour and a half late. The driver was a short guy with wild white hair and a classic hat. We wondered how he managed to become a driver after he ran over several curves and kept crossing the highway lines.

We watched Avatar on the little screens above our heads. Or should I say half-watched. We also talked, texted, listened to i-pods and photographed everything on tiny cell phone cameras.

Almost three hours later we all piled out in front of the museum. It is an incredibly well thought out and fun place. We walked through a giant diorama of a heart and looked at the sun through a telescope as tall as myself. We managed to make our way through all four floors by the time the buses pulled up outside. We discovered, as we got on the bus, that the toilet had backed up. The smell stuck all the way home. We arrived back an hour and a half later than expected. In middle school, nothing runs on time. Come to think of it; what ever runs on time? Overall, however, it was quite a fun experience. Even if we hadn't made it to the museum, the bus rides with the rough-housing, prank texts (we got my friend good) and running over curves would be just as memorable.