Wednesday, May 26, 2010 // 10:49 PM
"high school is almost over. go straight for your dream now."
-dorks never say die by pee wee gaskins
i recalled the day i walked into school the first time with my high school uniform. i was glad that i don't have to wear that ugly middle school uniform anymore. i could lose the vest and that aids-ribbon tie. i remember that i tried to convince myself that it was going to be the best years of my life, just like what every other person in this world has always said about high school.
they always say that high school years is the best years of your life.
that statement can't be anymore true. if universal truth does exist in this world, that would be it: high school is the best time of your life.
and that applies even when you're in IB. since day one of the diploma programme we are all in for one hell of a ride. not that we were aware of it back then of course. in the past two years we were buried neck-deep in IAs, WLs, EEs, TOK essays, past papers, revisions, CAS documentations, LOs and other abbreviations no one but those who has gone through IB could make sense of it. and whilst we were in such chaotic situation, we became immune to caffeine and are chronic insomniacs. i remember the night before any assignments are due, my msn won't stop buzzing, as we're all trying to help each other make sense of things. and we'd have online discussions the day before exams, sharing our anxiety in one virtual room. and the days we spent endless hours in starbucks to get our assignments done. or the days we spent at school until dark to finish up our art masterpieces.
i could just go on and on. but despite the fact that we've gone through shitty sleepless days and had to walk around school the next day looking like a freakin' zombie, what matters most is that we didn't do it alone. i had my friend's back and vice versa. we fought together until we get to this point.
this point where it finally ends.
this point where we will no longer be recognized as high school students anymore.
it overwhelmed me that i'm up to this point in life. i never could picture this exact moment. everytime i tried to picture how i would feel, i couldn't really make sense of it. now, as the day looms closer (and by that i mean, less than 24 hours), i still can't make sense how i feel. i'm sad, grateful, happy, overwhelmed and hopeful at the same time.
i think i'll get that rush of feelings tomorrow evening, during the ceremony.
man, i just can't believe it's ending :(
