colourmejaded

I was just wasting my time this morning and it hit me. School's done. There's no more dreading the next year's arrival. There isn't a enclosed necessity to meet the people I know on a constant basis. There is no need to wear that hideous grey uniform.

But there's also no comfort that there is still another year before I grow into adulthood. There is probably 90% chance that I won't meet half the people I used to know. That grey uniform made it easier on those of us who couldn't be bothered to pick and choose outfits. I won't get to indulge myself in Whitby's lessons where for once, I felt like my opinions mattered (unlike the stifling rest of the school). I will soon need reason to meet my friends and people dear to me. I won't have the comfort of being protected from the big bad world, the comfort that I'm still a kid.

Four years. Four long years. Of fights, laughs, tears, bitching, and most importantly, memories. Memories that I hope will sustain me through bad times to hold me up and good times to remind me of the goodness that life can bring us. As much as I hated the school, I can't say that it did nothing for me (although I disliked the school per se).

Because it made me who I am today, and that's a pretty damn feat if you ask me.

Now that school's done, I shall hope to find comfort in something else. Maybe myself, or a passion. I know not.

( the melancholy of reminiscence )

I'm going to miss school very much. Ironic huh? You wait so long for something to end, but you find yourself grasping at its beginnings to feel the same way you did once upon a time.