Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Haven't been blogging for the last couple of days, I know. I'm sorry. I've been very busy at school with work and preparations for the end of school.
With only two days of school left, one of which is our Year 12 muck-up day, I've been busy with our boarders' muck-up plans and so forth. You know, we're really only talking about one day of school left. Actual school, where we sit in class and learn. I've been having alot of mixed feelings about leaving school, and it's so hard to explain them in words. Nothing can describe how I feel right now. There are words to describe fear, excitement, sadness and optimism. But is there a word to describe everything in one? I guess confusion may be a word, but come on there's got to be more than that.
I've been thinking alot about how far I've come. From my days in primary school, and on to my middle school years of 7, 8 and 9 in an international school. Right up to my high school years of 10, 11 and 12. I knew that one day I'd leave school, and I was going to feel free and happy and excited. Little did I think about the feelings that would overcome me in the final days of school.
In the last few days I made the effort to appreciate everything -- everything I ever loved, or hated. Everything I never did, I did. It felt as if life as I know it had a new meaning. Life is going to be like this. We are constantly moving forward into the future, and there are going to be times where we'll have no choice but to move on and start anew. We'll meet new people, and make new friends -- at the same time we might even lose a few, yet we still move on. We'll feel sad about making changes, transitions and moving on with life -- and it still won't stop us from moving forward.
I'm really going to miss school. I really will. The classes I had to put up with; the friends who I have known for what feels like a lifetime; the teachers who persistently supported me in every single way; the boarding house life I have adapted so much into; the school I have hated and despised so much when I first came, and have learnt to appreciate it very much now -- I'm going to miss it all.
I'm not sure how to end this entry. I guess all I could say is this is it. Life moves on, and so do we. Christ I feel like crying right now as I write this.
To those who are leaving school this year, to those who are saying goodbye to what we thought at the beginning was hell -- good luck.
Cheers.
PS. Again, it's funny how we like to initially think that time ticks by far too slow for our lives and in the end we find ourselves too far ahead of it that it frightens you. It frightens me anyway.
PPS. Valedictory Dinner tomorrow night for the boarders. I'm so afraid of moving on.
PPPS. Last week's Year 12 Staff-Student dinner was awesome. Food was great, and the fact that we got to mingle with the teachers made it one special night.
Yetpet :)
From left* Kwan, me, Kathy, Nom and Jude.
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With only two days of school left, one of which is our Year 12 muck-up day, I've been busy with our boarders' muck-up plans and so forth. You know, we're really only talking about one day of school left. Actual school, where we sit in class and learn. I've been having alot of mixed feelings about leaving school, and it's so hard to explain them in words. Nothing can describe how I feel right now. There are words to describe fear, excitement, sadness and optimism. But is there a word to describe everything in one? I guess confusion may be a word, but come on there's got to be more than that.
I've been thinking alot about how far I've come. From my days in primary school, and on to my middle school years of 7, 8 and 9 in an international school. Right up to my high school years of 10, 11 and 12. I knew that one day I'd leave school, and I was going to feel free and happy and excited. Little did I think about the feelings that would overcome me in the final days of school.
In the last few days I made the effort to appreciate everything -- everything I ever loved, or hated. Everything I never did, I did. It felt as if life as I know it had a new meaning. Life is going to be like this. We are constantly moving forward into the future, and there are going to be times where we'll have no choice but to move on and start anew. We'll meet new people, and make new friends -- at the same time we might even lose a few, yet we still move on. We'll feel sad about making changes, transitions and moving on with life -- and it still won't stop us from moving forward.
I'm really going to miss school. I really will. The classes I had to put up with; the friends who I have known for what feels like a lifetime; the teachers who persistently supported me in every single way; the boarding house life I have adapted so much into; the school I have hated and despised so much when I first came, and have learnt to appreciate it very much now -- I'm going to miss it all.
I'm not sure how to end this entry. I guess all I could say is this is it. Life moves on, and so do we. Christ I feel like crying right now as I write this.
To those who are leaving school this year, to those who are saying goodbye to what we thought at the beginning was hell -- good luck.
Cheers.
PS. Again, it's funny how we like to initially think that time ticks by far too slow for our lives and in the end we find ourselves too far ahead of it that it frightens you. It frightens me anyway.
PPS. Valedictory Dinner tomorrow night for the boarders. I'm so afraid of moving on.
PPPS. Last week's Year 12 Staff-Student dinner was awesome. Food was great, and the fact that we got to mingle with the teachers made it one special night.
Yetpet :)
From left* Kwan, me, Kathy, Nom and Jude.
