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Monday, October 22, 2007
wow, it was my graduation eucharist last night.
i cannot believe it hey.
i've spent FIVE YEARS AT ST. MARKS already.
i know it sounds stupid, and how i always say i hate st. mark's.
i kinda miss st. marks.
even more hilarous, last night after dinner.
my friends and i went driving, and the first place we went to was back to school.
yes, we were there to get leah's car, but we went to school, in our own will.
feels really weird that i'm graduated from high school already.
& i am actually really scared for what is to come.
i'm not good with new people, nor am i good with new places.
graduating from st. mark's will mean next year, i won't be wearing the same blue & maroon uniform.
i won't be in carnley house anymore, i won't be seeing the same familiar faces anymore, i won't get to see my friends everyday, i won't see the teachers that actually care for us, or in contrast the ones that hate us.
no more school rules, no more uniform violation, no more locker inspections, no more make up violations, no more form time, no more assmblies, no more sports carnivals, no more interhouse debating, no more, NONE.
it feels so unreal, i will miss all that.
i sound like the biggest freak, but i am sure withnin all of us, there is something that is telling us we will miss st. marks, or high school in general.
next year will be a big step for me, i don't really know how i will react to all the changes.
sure, i love changes, but i only like them when i am around people i really know and trust in an enviroment i feel comfortable.
it will be interesting to see what happens, i am not really looking forward to it, yet i am also looking forward to starting afresh.
there is all these emotions, all these feelings, all these thoughts.
i don't really know how i am suppose to feel right now.
last night, really made me think.
i am really going to miss school.
what stands in front of me, is TEE.
after that holidays, and after that UNIVERSITY.
what uni has set for me, i have no idea.
and the thought of that is haunting me...
killing me,
making me feel afraid because i need to take a big step forward in life.

as i close the book to one chapter of my life, i will need to open the next.
and what is contained in that next chapter, i have no idea.
i guess i will need to slowly digest what is to come, and to venture my way through.
end of my chapter, is the beginning to the next.
mixed emotions tell me i want to open to chapter, but others tell me i really want to rewind back to beginning of year 12, or even beginning of year 8.

GOOD BYE YEAR 12.
GOOD BYE HIGH SCHOOL.

the memories of high school will always be remembered.
leavers '07, F.E.R.A.L.S.
no matter what our names are, we will always be remembered.

memories.
tears.
laughters.
photos.
parties.
music.
bands.

'07 leavers.