When I was in Primary 6, our last day of school was especially fun and happening, with snacks shared amoung all of us the whole day, no lesson whatsoever, and with teachers coming in and out of our classroom to join our party.
I still remember, how we used to hang around making morons out of ourselves, with little or no concern about what will become of us the next day. Those were the days when we truly lived our days, and those were the memories so distant, yet so familiar.
When I was in Junior 3, my last day of school wasn't really the last day of school for most of us. But since it's the last day of the academic year, everyone went to school just to have fun, and loitered around the school compound till late hours, most reluctant to bid goodbye, because we would not see each other again till school reopens.
I still remember, how we used to talk about our future as if we have all the might to tweak and change it to our liking, as well as all our mightiest aspirations and goals in life. Everyone adopted positive outlook of everyone's life as a whole, and looked at our tomorrows with much anticipation and optimism.
When I was in Sec 4, my last day of school was just another day. Not much fun around, since we were still having lessons, and many procedures regarding testimonials were still going on. The last day of school did not have that finale feeling, because it wasn't finale at all. The next time we saw each other was during OLevels examination, and not to mention, no fun since everybody's minds were preoccupied with formulae.
Nonetheless, I still remember much of the fun times I had with different people. And everytime I recall those times, it brought back another different sensation. Not really nostalgic per se, but the feeling of how things would turn out if everyone still stays together and not as dispersed as the present.
And now, I have reached yet another end of yet another stage of my life. Tomorrow marks my last day of school, again. Ask me if I'm excited, I'll tell you no, because there isn't much to be excited over. Checking our prelim grades is definitely so not exciting, and neither is the notion of having to go school. Ask me if I'll feel sad, I'll tell you no of course, because I'll still be seeing my peeps during exams, and definitely I'll see many of them around in the hostel. Why will I feel sad, when I'm actually living under one big roof with them everyday?
Mr Fu said that chemists like to observe trends. So if you've been following my post so far, there's one trend you'll see : my last days of school get less happening as I climb the education ladder.
I do feel curious as to what will happen tomorrow, but will I graduate from TJ with a sense of graduation? I doubt it. Days ago, a friend of mine said she'll be going back to school after her ALevels to use her facilities. Then it suddenly hit me, that I actually do not want to go back to that school at all!
Honestly, I do hope that I can have the chance to change a few things. But, I just can't go back into the past.
