Graduation

Fourteen days from now, things will never be the same again.
I’ll never be finding myself chatting with my friends inside the classroom. Observing our teachers’ most frequently used phrases. Roaming around the campus or a survey. Staying until evening to inish a work. Camping and hiking with the Girl Scouts and Boy scouts. Having our training under the heat o the sun. Taking photos under the rain.
Because fourteen days from now, I will be saying my good byes to my Alma Mater. To my teachers, to the non-teaching staff of our school, to my friends, the BBF eventhough I am not an official member of the group, classmates and schoolmates.
I will miss them all. In my heartm they have been very special. The ones who complete every second o my life.
April 4, 2009. Surely, it will be one of the most memorable days o my life. A day which will end our laughters and tears. Yet, will be the beginning of a new book.
I don’t want to graduate yet. I want to hold tight o the things that make me happy. But as my friend once said, “Learn to let go.”
Lie is ironic. I had always dreamed of a graduation. But while that day is approaching, I can’t help myself but to cry.