it's over, isn't it.
Sat, Oct. 21st, 2017 07:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
scvdder Yesterday (Friday the 20th of October, 2017) was my last day of high school.
It's weird because I've spent so many years (thirteen in fact) knowing this day would come but it has been so far away I stopped believing the day would come. I mean, I still have plenty of exams to go (6/8) and I'll be back at my school for those s well as a couple of other errands but. I will never have to wear a uniform again. I'm an adult in a week and a half. And that is mind-blowing. It may be logical but it doesn't feel real.
The day itself was actually (and surprisingly great). I was up early to get breakfast at Maccas on the way to school, then I got a t-shirt signed by half my year level and a couple of people below me. I was starting to appreciate what this precious little time meant when we had a final assembly and a guard of honour. The teachers stood on either side of a walkway through the crowd and we had to walk through and say goodbye to all of these people who had taught us invaluable throughout our years at high school. And I was fucking bawling. I wasn't worried about not seeing my friends, but I was scared shitless that I'd never see a couple of my teachers ever again. There are two in particular whom I've been terrified of leaving but when I went to say goodbye to them, they both expressed that they want to remain in contact. It's always struck me as unfair, as these teachers have a massive impact on my life, but they have another hundred or so students every year, I can't expect to leave an impression. Well apparently I was wrong there.
After I stopped crying, I eventually went to my friend's halloween birthday party which was honestly amazing, especially as I'd already blown off so much steam.
I've only cried one time since and that's because I have a friend who has been part of my squad for years and whom I adore, but he's in the year below the rest of us and isn't graduating until next year. So on my shirt, he signed his name on my t-shirt as 'the one who is being left behind.' So I texted him half the day.
This is messy and gushy but I will cherish these memories. So this is the end of my annoying posts about school.
It's weird because I've spent so many years (thirteen in fact) knowing this day would come but it has been so far away I stopped believing the day would come. I mean, I still have plenty of exams to go (6/8) and I'll be back at my school for those s well as a couple of other errands but. I will never have to wear a uniform again. I'm an adult in a week and a half. And that is mind-blowing. It may be logical but it doesn't feel real.
The day itself was actually (and surprisingly great). I was up early to get breakfast at Maccas on the way to school, then I got a t-shirt signed by half my year level and a couple of people below me. I was starting to appreciate what this precious little time meant when we had a final assembly and a guard of honour. The teachers stood on either side of a walkway through the crowd and we had to walk through and say goodbye to all of these people who had taught us invaluable throughout our years at high school. And I was fucking bawling. I wasn't worried about not seeing my friends, but I was scared shitless that I'd never see a couple of my teachers ever again. There are two in particular whom I've been terrified of leaving but when I went to say goodbye to them, they both expressed that they want to remain in contact. It's always struck me as unfair, as these teachers have a massive impact on my life, but they have another hundred or so students every year, I can't expect to leave an impression. Well apparently I was wrong there.
After I stopped crying, I eventually went to my friend's halloween birthday party which was honestly amazing, especially as I'd already blown off so much steam.
I've only cried one time since and that's because I have a friend who has been part of my squad for years and whom I adore, but he's in the year below the rest of us and isn't graduating until next year. So on my shirt, he signed his name on my t-shirt as 'the one who is being left behind.' So I texted him half the day.
This is messy and gushy but I will cherish these memories. So this is the end of my annoying posts about school.
