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Tonight was the moving up ceremony.
It was very brief, very calm, yet I saw many senior girls cried when they walked out. They were hugging, crying and comforting others. Girls should be catalogued into a special species. They scold their friends behind their backs; they cry when they need to say goodbye to the place they resent.
The entire class moved to the balcony - the seats that belonged to sophomores. The moment I sat down, looked at the chapel from an entirely new POV. It hit me. That I'm no longer a freshman within a week. I will no longer be the youngest class of the whole school.
The feeling suddenly became very confusing, very true, very real.
I'm not sure how I'm feeling.
I remember every time we walked out of chapel, on every Monday. Everyone tried to dig out their backpacks, tried to rush to the classroom before the bell ringed. The grass was always so fresh and so green, the sky was always azure and so pure.
Or sometimes, when we stepped out, the water in the air was so tangible that our clothes started to get wet. I can smell the humid, coming from everywhere of this campus. It reminded me of home.
Very very soon, one fourth of the school would be gone; I won't see most of them ever again. Included those people who meant a lot to me. Who changed me. Who supported me.
I'm still here. I feel very empty.
It was very brief, very calm, yet I saw many senior girls cried when they walked out. They were hugging, crying and comforting others. Girls should be catalogued into a special species. They scold their friends behind their backs; they cry when they need to say goodbye to the place they resent.
The entire class moved to the balcony - the seats that belonged to sophomores. The moment I sat down, looked at the chapel from an entirely new POV. It hit me. That I'm no longer a freshman within a week. I will no longer be the youngest class of the whole school.
The feeling suddenly became very confusing, very true, very real.
I'm not sure how I'm feeling.
I remember every time we walked out of chapel, on every Monday. Everyone tried to dig out their backpacks, tried to rush to the classroom before the bell ringed. The grass was always so fresh and so green, the sky was always azure and so pure.
Or sometimes, when we stepped out, the water in the air was so tangible that our clothes started to get wet. I can smell the humid, coming from everywhere of this campus. It reminded me of home.
Very very soon, one fourth of the school would be gone; I won't see most of them ever again. Included those people who meant a lot to me. Who changed me. Who supported me.
I'm still here. I feel very empty.