Four years have passed and it seems like you and your high school batchmates are inseparable. It seems that an end will never come or if not, that end will come but it is always not now!
What we just don’t seem to accept is the fact that everything has an end. Every sweet thing or even the foulest thing would come to conclusion. High school life is the moment in our lives that we can say we grew, we learned, we failed and most especially, we have succeeded. It is the time of our lives that we don’t want to end. But then again, it should and it will.
Graduation will always be in our midst. It will begin in every end and will end when something begins. It is the symbolism of the end of four worthy years of friendship and learning. But it is the beginning of something new, of something of higher level, a beginning of something we must all prepare for.
Imagine your graduation day, full of happiness and elation, full of recognition and pride but have you ever thought of that feeling the moment you get out of your toga? What will you do the moment you wake up the next morning? Are you going to cry, smile or are you going to reminisce the past days of your high school life? Those days where you have shared happy moments with your friends, sang with them accompanied by a guitar, dance with them during your prom night, blurted out chants and shouts during the intramurals, and as you laugh with them when you heard your teacher mispronounce a word.
So funny but so dear!
Well, as for me, the morning after my graduation I would rise out of bed, and be thankful for the new day that has come. A new day for me to think of those days where we found somebody who was our equal, not in mind or heart but in aspiration and dreams, right there beside us on the very first day of class unconsciously waiting to be noticed. It would be fun to recollect those memories of hardships during periodical exams and the funny sharing of answers when a classmate fails to answer an assignment.
Remember those small steps we made by ourselves for a dance performance and those little lines in the songs that we wrote and sang together. Reminisce those times where we went home together conscious of the late time but still want to go home as one. Consider those days where we slipped in front of class. Regret those days where we gritted our teeth because of those immature catfights issued by a clique feud.
Aren’t they fun to remember and at the same time nostalgic? Those were the days where we started to learn who each other really is, the times where we tried to waste every moment of our high school life together and the momentous events where we considered ourselves a part of something big, something nice, something almost like HOME. A home may not be what it is without a family, and a family may not be what it is without parents who nurture and children who spice up our living, but this special home we make is nurtured by our personal experiences and spiced up by our desire to grow together, with each other, forever.
But is it not that sad to imagine that all we can do after is to reminisce and think of those good memories because we all knew all along that it will never happen again? That it could be so difficult to repeat what has happened in the history of our lives?
Our life has been outlined in a sense that there will always be memories in the past, occurrences in the present and naughty nightmares and blissful dreams in the future. A graduation could be part of anything listed, it is a memory that marks all memories of our high school life, an occurrence that happens once in our high school life and a blissful dream that after all the tears and sweat poured, we are to harvest the sweetest grain of our lifetime; knowledge and a certain feeling that you are COMPLETE.
May our batch graduate together just like how we walked together in our memorable Molave Road, may our batch succeed together just like how we jumped and cheered during our Intramural Games and may our batch finally be able to say, ‘Farewell’ and ‘Thank you’ to each other just as how we end every day’s lesson. Good Luck guys, Que sera, sera… Whatever will be, will be.
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