i'm never wearing my blue jumper again. the flat black shoes and white ankle-length socks, they are all worth keeping out of sight. i just don't want to feel this sickening imprint on me. i hate to think that my friends and i are on different tracks this day on. yes, i've grown tired of their faces but never tired of sharing a lifetime friendship with them.
march 26, 2009 was my last opportunity to step on the grounds of my alma mater as a senior high school student. it really caused me a nerve break down. i had to wake up early to help prepare the house for an afterparty. i had my hair and make up done at 12:35pm and i was obliged to be at school by 12:30pm. if i didn't go out of the car at the U-turn section infront of our school's gym, i wouldnt be able to have my class picture- surely i wouldn't forgive myself for that. this was the worst commencement our school conducted, i'd bet. the thanksgiving mass started thirty minutes late because the priest had came from a far place. the songs were cut short and not all were able to adjust with that. when the mass ended, we were given a fifteen-minute break to retouch and eat. i hated our marching because they reversed everything and made a mess, annoying to the highest level! errr.
during the ceremony, i was expecting myself to cry a bucketfull of tears, but i didnt. i didn't know what was really happening. all did was listen to the names of my batchmates being called on the stage, stare at those proud parents and relatives who were on their way down after receiving. i would even compliment some who're good-looking. ha ha! a stupid critique. something happened and i had goose bumps on, a parent stumbled all the way down from the stage and we were all terrified by that.
even when my best friend was delivering the valedictory speech, i didn't feel it was time to cry, but of course i was touched. it was a moving one. "no, it's not the time to cry," i said. then after all the awarding- i was an awardee *cheers, we had our formation up the stage to sing the alma mater song, the pilar college hymn (for the last time) and our graduation song, Journey. there i wasn't really feeling the urge to cry, until i saw my adviser crying her heart out, there. tears ran down my face. and after the numerous flashes and cameras and spot lights and parents and whatever i saw last night, i finally hugged a few friends, teachers, but not all.
i was in a hurry because my guests were waiting at home. i didnt expect guests, really. especially when i saw gifts. darn! ha ha! it's really an overwhelming thought that even my tired cousins, the ones who worked all day to prepare, had time to buy gifts for me. they were petty ones but worth appreciating.
i know, in life, there are goodbyes but goodbye is not the end. it's a start of something new. along with me i will bring my bittersweet memorabilia. i will move on, i know. i won't say goodbye but instead, i'll say, "see you later".
P.S i have no official ceremony pictures because we were not allowed to take pictures. we have official photographers in school. and they were the ones who took pictures. i would wait for one or two weeks and try to scan some pics so i could show you. i will be posting some pictures of our school grounds which i took on the last school day i had.
march 26, 2009 was my last opportunity to step on the grounds of my alma mater as a senior high school student. it really caused me a nerve break down. i had to wake up early to help prepare the house for an afterparty. i had my hair and make up done at 12:35pm and i was obliged to be at school by 12:30pm. if i didn't go out of the car at the U-turn section infront of our school's gym, i wouldnt be able to have my class picture- surely i wouldn't forgive myself for that. this was the worst commencement our school conducted, i'd bet. the thanksgiving mass started thirty minutes late because the priest had came from a far place. the songs were cut short and not all were able to adjust with that. when the mass ended, we were given a fifteen-minute break to retouch and eat. i hated our marching because they reversed everything and made a mess, annoying to the highest level! errr.
during the ceremony, i was expecting myself to cry a bucketfull of tears, but i didnt. i didn't know what was really happening. all did was listen to the names of my batchmates being called on the stage, stare at those proud parents and relatives who were on their way down after receiving. i would even compliment some who're good-looking. ha ha! a stupid critique. something happened and i had goose bumps on, a parent stumbled all the way down from the stage and we were all terrified by that.
even when my best friend was delivering the valedictory speech, i didn't feel it was time to cry, but of course i was touched. it was a moving one. "no, it's not the time to cry," i said. then after all the awarding- i was an awardee *cheers, we had our formation up the stage to sing the alma mater song, the pilar college hymn (for the last time) and our graduation song, Journey. there i wasn't really feeling the urge to cry, until i saw my adviser crying her heart out, there. tears ran down my face. and after the numerous flashes and cameras and spot lights and parents and whatever i saw last night, i finally hugged a few friends, teachers, but not all.
i was in a hurry because my guests were waiting at home. i didnt expect guests, really. especially when i saw gifts. darn! ha ha! it's really an overwhelming thought that even my tired cousins, the ones who worked all day to prepare, had time to buy gifts for me. they were petty ones but worth appreciating.
i know, in life, there are goodbyes but goodbye is not the end. it's a start of something new. along with me i will bring my bittersweet memorabilia. i will move on, i know. i won't say goodbye but instead, i'll say, "see you later".
P.S i have no official ceremony pictures because we were not allowed to take pictures. we have official photographers in school. and they were the ones who took pictures. i would wait for one or two weeks and try to scan some pics so i could show you. i will be posting some pictures of our school grounds which i took on the last school day i had.
--It is indeed ironic that
we spend our school days
yearning to graduate
and our remaining days
waxing nostalgic about
our school days.
we spend our school days
yearning to graduate
and our remaining days
waxing nostalgic about
our school days.
2 comments:
Congratualations on your graduation shanne! :D
I thought you would never have cried till the end, that would be really odd.
^_^
thanks, louise. soon, it's your turn. :)
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