YES, the smell of freedom, the touch of liberation within my grasp. To me, the O levels have come to their inevitable end. My heart feels like it's fluttering now, beyond the grasp of my physical touch because finally...
I am free.
But of course there is nothing purely good in this world, just like how every good thing has a drawback. Now that I have only one paper left, it also means that I'll only be returning to the school for one more time for the entire year. I have no idea how to say this but I'll miss the school, I'll miss my friends there just so many things that go away with the burden of O levels.
The school building, that familiar foyer, the torturing heat of the hall, the cool breeze in the parade square. There are just so many things to miss, to long for after I leave the school. I guess I just didn't feel this sorrowful during graduation day because I knew I had to come back for O's, I knew I could return to this place which has become my second home. All the seemingly normal and mundane stuff in the school have now carried a heavy significance in my life. For a whole of four years, I have been walking the same path through the school, attending the talks given by Mr Maran, hauled up to the front for not bringing my tie. Yes, sometimes things weren't so pleasant, but it only served to make it more memorable.
It only served to make much more harder for me to leave the steps of Victoria School.
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