Today, the juniors had their yearly feast.
And that alone, left me feeling kind of nostalgic, since it struck me hard; I won't be coming back to school next year. I'll take the final exams and then wait a few months for the results, get a car licence, apply for college or university or matriculation programmes or overseas programmes if I'm lucky enough. Ah well- I can go back to school to take STPM, but that is not an option. I don't want to, and it seems that the program is as hard as any other program. Which is not a good thing.
But that's another story. The thing is, as I was walking down the hallways of the second years' building and saw and heard them shouting, running, eating and generally having fun, I just thought that I would like to be middle school student again for a day, maybe. Seeing their faces - looks of utter joy - made me wish I wasn't growing up so fast.
I'm turning 17 on the 27th of November, and I'll be registering for driving lessons. Dammit, some of my friends are already driving to school! asdlkqhukjsrfd Can you tell I'm jealous beyond heck?
I can still remember the first time I stepped through the gates of that school. A mere 13 year old who had just finished elementary school. I was amazed, overwhelmed, frightened and most of all, excited. As I skimmed through the booklet given to new students, I felt nervous- wondering if I would be able to handle studying there, since the school was ranked in the top ten school of the district- It was hard to get in.
And when tomorrow ends, I'll have completed my 11 years of compulsory education.
Over the years I've been in that school, many things have happened- some drama here and there, some idiotic things...
There won't be ceremonies or anything grand like that, we just go to school like normal, sit around, maybe see some teachers and say our goodbyes and go home when the bell rings.
This way, we don't feel as sad.
Though seniors are usually given a piece of paper with words of encouragement and the likes from the teachers. Now that made a lot of people tear up, and I will admit that I cried when reading it.
It's not good to be too emotional, right?
I'm the melancholic type.
I'll miss being a high school student.
They say your personality is shaped at school.
I wonder if that's true.
