Makes some sense but I just don’t get why people are sort of trying to out indie-fy (lol) everyone else. Is there some unspoken “Name ALL the obscure/underground/indie bands you know!” contest I don’t know about?
I would just like to point out that our batch’s first honorable mention’s voice was so heartbreakingly childlike and innocent when she was delivering her speech at grad yesterday. The part when she was quoting our teachers collectively (“Ok Seniors, time to leave your home” or something to that effect) and then quietly uttered a “Five more minutes please”…my heart swelled inside and a sea of emotions took over: relief that the rites are finally over, hunger from the fact that my last meal was 5 hours ago, twinge of sadness that I would no longer see all 331 faces that I have grown accustomed to seeing 5 (sometimes 6) days a week, every week for the past 13 years, and triumph, among others, as I held in my hands (and around my neck) the product of my four years of work in high school.
I am now officially a high school graduate. A card carrying alumnae. The school I have gone to for more than half my life is no longer my school, but my alma mater.
It’s going to take some (or a lot of) getting used to not wearing that checkered skirt and white blouse combination 3-4 times a week, not running around the red tiles of the LRC area to get the people and equipment we need for whatever presentation we’d be having, not having to use my ID to pay for my food, having meetings at the Library Discussion Room, waiting by the ramp downstairs come dismissal time, and other such activities and entities I’ve grown so accustomed to.
Quinn: […W]e’ll all be gone, scattered.
Mercedes: We’ll keep in touch.
Quinn: Yeah, but it won’t be the same. When we’ll see each other, it’ll be on a special occasion. It’ll be different.(Glee Season 3, Ep 8 “Hold on to Sixteen”)
In a few days I’ll be confirming my slot in the university that I will be calling my school for the next 4 years (hopefully just 4). I don’t know much people who are headed in that direction, I don’t even know anyone who’ll be taking up the same course in the same school as me. Some are going to soar like eagles, while others prefer to growl like tigers. A handful will “fight”, while others would aim and shoot their arrows in the right direction. More than the food, the classrooms, the work, and the events, it is and always be the people that I’ll miss the most. Visiting is simply not the same as being part of the school. Thank you to all those who have made my stay in SPCP the way it turned out to be. Doesn’t matter if I’ve known you 13 years or 13 minutes, you’ve become a part of me and for that I thank you. So before I head on out to face the world, I ask for five more minutes to explore the ins and outs of this home before I adjust and move to my new one. Five more minutes. Just “five more minutes please.”
