Yesterday was the last day of school and I’m now realizing that I don’t want it to end. I just graduated High School and it was one of the most heavyhearted moments of my life.
When I was younger and saw movies about High School students, they always seemed to dislike High School, saying that it was the worst time of their lives and therefore I dreaded the day I would start, but the horror I’ve learned about never showed it’s face.
Now, three years later I can proudly say that High School was the GREATEST time of my life, I don’t recall ever being as happy except perhaps during my kindergarten years. During these years I’ve lived through some great adventures: I found remarkable and trusting friends that I know will be in my life from here on and until we die, I figured out my passion and what I wanted to do with the rest of my life but I also found true love.
I have so many great memories of this one place where I met the most wonderful people on earth and freaked out over math exams, where I got rejected for the first time, where I cried my heart out on my friends shoulders, where I healed my heart and later found my true love, where I gossiped with friends and befriended the faculty and joked with the Head Master.
High School was really the most wonderful time of my life and I know we’re not supposed to live in the past, but I do wish it didn’t have to end, High Schooln was my home.
Then again, I guess that’s life, a long row of beginnings and ends, and now that one door is closed, it’s time to to open another, the one to my future film studies in Prauge…
…But for now I’m just gonna cry over the end of an era, a wonderful, flawless era that I still refuse to believe is over.