Today, I am merely a high school student. Tomorrow, nothing will ever be the same. I will be no longer a mere PNHS student. I am apt to go to college and make trails along my path.
I don’t know how to feel tonight. My toga is neatly hanged, my shoes are meticulously placed on the main entrance of the house and my mind is precisely aware of the time and place of the ceremony…but my heart is empty. Indeed, I am naïve today. The last time I felt this naïve is when I wrote my graduation speech. When I was writing it, I felt the same kind of naiveté I am feeling today. I wrote so fast, and that I also placed in the same speech that I apologize for the simplicity and impassiveness of this speech. But unexpectedly, when I was reading it in front of the class, all my emotions bursted upon me turned into rivulets of tears. I cried, aroused by the mixture of emotions- something akin to, but not quite, hysterically. Hysterical is wild, mine is more romanticized, I guess, I wish. Haha!
In a blink of an eye, nothing will ever be the same in high school. Tomorrow, it’s possible that I will cry. Time goes so fast, it is so hard to believe that I have no reason to see my friends again. Classes are over. My peers are going to different colleges. My two closest friends: Rey will surely be coming to MAAP at Mariveles, Bataan, and Jay-man will move to Negros. I will stay here, and find my own place.
And I myself will walk through my door tomorrow, with the cap and gown. I will walk down the steps and across the stage, will receive the ticket to college, will wave to my parents, proudly, and think how fast I’ve grown up. With tears in the whole process.
Now, today I am not six months old and unconscious and foolish. I'm almost seventeen. I can’t believe I’ve gone this far. Without my parents, I won’t be here. Here comes goodbye.
Tomorrow, I will hold those moments as hard as I can. I will embrace the moment, hug my peers, cry as hard as I can, and breathe the atmosphere of graduation day in high school. The tomorrow’s event will never ever come again.
Indeed, you’ll never really know the importance of something until it’s gone.
So, I will muster the process, and do it with no thought of any reward because my life will never be the same.
The phrase: ‘never be the same’ is repeated a number of times in this post.
And I myself will walk through my door tomorrow, with the cap and gown. I will walk down the steps and across the stage, will receive the ticket to college, will wave to my parents, proudly, and think how fast I’ve grown up. With tears in the whole process.
Now, today I am not six months old and unconscious and foolish. I'm almost seventeen. I can’t believe I’ve gone this far. Without my parents, I won’t be here. Here comes goodbye.
Tomorrow, I will hold those moments as hard as I can. I will embrace the moment, hug my peers, cry as hard as I can, and breathe the atmosphere of graduation day in high school. The tomorrow’s event will never ever come again.
Indeed, you’ll never really know the importance of something until it’s gone.
So, I will muster the process, and do it with no thought of any reward because my life will never be the same.
The phrase: ‘never be the same’ is repeated a number of times in this post.
