I always
loved school. But being a practical person I couldn't understand why people
always said that school days are the best. I mean, nothing is permanent. Life
moves on. Now that I have finally finished high school, I understand what the
fuss is all about. In simple terms-school days are the best days of anybody’s
life.
We never cherish the importance of something we already have.
I still remember the last day
of school. Remember sitting in the classroom with my friends, munching burger and drinking frooty. Our class resembled a fish market, with students
chattering non-stop. But no one stopped us. No teacher told us to shut up,
nobody told us to keep our volumes low and I realized that the last day of my
school was here. I realized This Was It! No more homework, no more uniforms, no
more polished shoes, no more rules! I couldn't believe it.
Just yesterday, I was too lazy to wake up at 7. Today I could give anything to just be in this place for another month......Is death
like this too?
Why are we so helpless? Why does time control us? Why can’t
we just break away, set ourselves free, do what we want to, stay at a place as
long as we want to?
I still remember getting out of that gate. The wall next to it had the name of
my school embedded on black marble in metallic. I bid adieu to my friends,
promising to stay in touch. I knew I would miss this place. I had spent 14
years of my life here and hadn't seen the world outside. I didn't know a place
outside those protective walls even existed. In my heart I told myself that
no matter where I go, no matter what I do, I would never forget this institution and
the wonderful people I met here. I will always believe in the values given to
me by this institution and carry its tradition forward by “Loving One Another”.
Black Orchid
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