Today, I've proven myself that I managed to survive all the ups and downs in high school. All the unnecessary drama and hilarious moments are going to be memories. Memories that will bring me all the way back to high school someday. It is then I realised what does it really feel like to be parting away from the friends you've known for 5 years and I am thankful for keeping the friends I've spent 11 years with.
Salam Restu was held today. Just like in form 3, except this time, I know it will not repeat again. As usual, we asked for forgiveness and blessings from the teachers. No cryings, nothing. Not till I hugged my friends. Bev, I blame you. ); I've grown up with these people for this long and we're all going to move on with our own lives after SPM.
School's been the place that brought us together all this while. It is not just a typical building with badly-ventilated classes. It's a place where I have various experiences and lessons learnt, somewhere which I have spent a quarter of my life there or more likely, my second home. One thing I'm sure of is that I do not have any regret after leaving this school because I have managed to get what I've wanted.
Not because of getting top three in the inter-class choral speaking team. Not because I said I would join cheer when I was in primary school and I did. Not because I was being ambitious to be part of UBS and I succeeded. Not because of the straight As obtained during PMR. Not because I was determined to want the main character in the drama team and I've gotten it.
But it's the people I've met and the good ol' times we had together. After all, the journey is what matter most, not the outcome. Goodbye SBU. (:
So what if there are only 4 days to go?
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