Memory Lane

I used to think 3 years is a really long time. I mean, it still sounds like a freaking long time now, doesn’t it.

Since the first day of secondary school, I have wanted to be in senior high, donning the so-much-prettier white blouse and blue skirt uniform. And hopefully with a tie to accompany. I always felt you had so much more to achieve once in senior high, and junior high didn’t really mean too much to me at first.

I would never have given a second thought about the last day of school of Secondary 3 in Secondary 1, I would never have cared what it felt like to leave my classmates behind, because the time frame made it seem so unrealistic.

I really wished I was right, when I said junior high would never end. I really wish junior high never ended.

Two days. How should I possibly use 2 short days to seize back all the memories since 2011?
Two days. A journey of 3 years packed into 14 school hours and less.
Two days. That’s all I got to seize the day.
Two days. That’s the last time, we will ever be together, as a class, again.

Deja vu cannot save me now.

To everyone who has walked by me for the past 3 years, or for some lesser, this is all I have to say:

I know I haven’t been the best classmate there ever was, I know I haven’t been the best that I can be. I’m flawed, occasionally hurting some of you. Imperfection is the word to describe me in all these three years we had together, but yet I had so much fun and joy together, as one class. I am little, I cannot do much. But with sincerity and all my heart, thank you for being my classmates. Thank you for being 1A’11, 2A’12 and 3A’13. Thank you, because without you I wouldn’t have came this far. How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.

Man’s feelings are always the purest and most glowing in the hours of meeting, and farewell.

Don’t be dismayed by goodbyes, a farewell is necessary before we can meet again. We only part, to meet again.

Sincerely dedicating this post with all my heart,
Once a class, forever a class.

1A’11, 2A’12, 3A’13.

Thank you, for making 3 perfect years out of an imperfect human like me.