As we enter the stage that is our last saga, we will be facing with yet another tribulation in our lives—universities, higher studies, getting a job, etc. Before my final year of high school, my classmates and I were already talking about life after high school. Some were glad because they would finally get to say goodbye to the subjects that caused them brain damage. Some were also jovial as they would no longer suffer detention. Still, others, such as myself, are sad by the thought of leaving the place that became almost like home.
St. George’s School is the place where I got to meet a lot people from different walks of life. St. George’s School is the place where I learned to be a useful and respected citizen of the world and, it is where I met the amazingly crazy people whom I am proud to call my friends. Even though St. George’s School isn’t a big, prestigious learning institute, she has moulded me into the person I am now (who, if I may add, isn’t that at all bad) and has given me a lot of memories to cherish.
I can remember everything from the times my classmates and I had, down to the smallest details—making fun of teachers (I’m sorry), celebrating a teacher’s birthday, tossing slices of birthday cake after that, and finding new ways of cheating in a test (relax, they always end up being a malfunction). I relive those times and realize that when I do, I feel a strange combination of sadness and joy. I don’t want to leave high school yet, simply because I want to make more memories, even if that means I have to sit for 2 hours every day listening to Tr. Victoriah's never-ending lectures.
But life goes on. Sooner or later, we will be receiving our diplomas and a feeling of accomplishment washes over you once you have that piece of parchment in your hand. University –life isn’t so bad; terror-professors, thesis papers, extra research and a large dosage of caffeine everyday sound promising. It’s another roller-coaster ride, new and exhilarating. Yes, I am depressed, but at the same time, happy and forever grateful that high school happened. With this I am proud to call myself a St. Georgian, but more extremely proud to be from this year's senior class of 2009.
You can retake a class, but you can't relive a party.
Love,
Mar :)
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