So I haven't written much in a while, but I don't care much either. Today I finished school. It's an odd feeling. I think the main thing is that I realise that there are so many people that I see every day, talk to often, or occassionally, and only now that I am faced with the possibility of not seeing them for long whiles, I realise that they were awesome and I'll miss them being a part of my daily life.
And it's not even a case of "I'll miss them all, but especially" because there are so many 'especiallies', all for their own reasons - the funny people, the clever people (ok that's quite a few people). People I wish I had gotten to know better, people I hope I'll still see, and so on. I think it affirms two things for me:
a) I'm glad I went to the school I went to (does not need to be named here)
b) I should always make sure that I make the most of my time with people, talking to them, and getting to know people.
I haven't cried, and don't think I will. I just have some sort of odd mixture of nostalgia and sadness and memories and faces, and I don't know if there's a word in the English language that articulates it all for me yet.
So if you're one of those people, then thanks.
Whew, ok, done *wipes oddly shiny eyes*.
5 comments:
That was cute. I'm pretty much the same I think, only it wasn't until the last few days that I realised I actually like my school.
God dammit not "cute". I'm not a frigging puppy dog. And 'aha!' It seems even your school of evil grew on you, though probably more because of pupils than atmosphere? Anyway.
ah, so that thing I read in a magazine saying boys hate being called cute was right then. The atmosphere was actually something to be missed over the last few days.
The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation.
a rope ends it
NOOOOOOOOOO ANONYMOUS! A rope is by no means the best solution. Connecting with other people is a much, much, more rewarding and beautiful option.
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