Last Day of School
I recall writing about how disturbingly nonchalant I had felt leaving my secondary school, I guess those feelings (or lack thereof) still apply now. Back then, I didn’t quite miss my friends or dread leaving them because I knew that if we were true friends, we’d still keep in touch anyway, and in fact we’ve been closer and stronger as a group for the past 2 years than we were back in school, despite all of us going to different JCs/polytechnics and being completely different from one another. I’m bloody happy that this group of friends is what I’ve gained the most from secondary school. Yeah, it is great fun to reminisce about the times in secondary school but strangely enough I don’t miss the experience, even though I loved all my 4 years there. I guess you can only miss something of the past if you feel that something’s lacking and unfulfilled in the present, and I’m pretty happy with my life right now.
I suppose that applies to leaving the college as well, I’m not very bothered by it because though it’s brought me a lot of joy for the past 2 years, I know that the future will be just as rewarding or even better. I’ll know that if the friends I’ve made are life-long friends or not if we do still maintain our relationships 10 years down the road, and that’s something that I’m looking forward to – to see them happy with their future spouses, their careers and everything else.
I guess I will miss the little things about SA, like the to-die-for char kway teow & malay food, chatting for hours in the caf, the random outbursts of jokes in class, the teachers etc, but looking at the big picture, all that’s happened in the past 2 years ultimately boil down to a whole load of possibilities and potential for the future both in terms of relationships and academics/careers, and I can’t wait to move forward to see what happens then.
Plus, if I do get into NUS next year, I look forward to walking to school instead of wasting half my life traveling to and fro. Hoorah.