If a man could be two places at one time,
I'd be with you.
Tomorrow and today, beside you all the way.
If the world should stop revolving spinning slowly down to die,
I'd spend the end with you.
And when the world was through,
Then one by one the stars would all go out,
Then you and I would simply fly away.
I'd be with you.
Tomorrow and today, beside you all the way.
If the world should stop revolving spinning slowly down to die,
I'd spend the end with you.
And when the world was through,
Then one by one the stars would all go out,
Then you and I would simply fly away.
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So here we are. The last day of school. I'm just out of my last class, specialist ironically. Thus explaining the odd timing for this post. We did absolutely no work in school, everyong stunned to laziness and lethargy. And there was a lot of food. Junk food. Stuff I never thought I could get fed up of. But I did... eventually, three class later, I don't think I could have eaten more. It was so bad because every consecutive class, the food got better. First there was chocolate bars, then there was shapes and chips, and in the last class there was nachos and salsa -.-". How to resist? And that's the end.
No more school. Well, technically, it's no more classes, no more restrcition by a strict regimental schedule. It actually means a lot. Once again, incredible atmosphere, if anyone cared enough to settle down and just feel it. I think most people finally realised the reality of actually finishing school, and it's both an exciting, yet almost scary prospect. The number of people with their shirts and dresses completely defaced by marker pens with autographs and signatures was really quite impressive. Signing notebooks, dresses, shirts and stuff was really quite funny, since it basically gave you a chance each time to leave your mark in someone else's life, remembered for as long as their memorandum of their high school days remain. Which will definitely last a lot longer than memories and motivation to keep in touch stay for. Trust me, I've left school before.
Myself, I contented myself with MSNs. It's all that really matters to me, other forms of contact in my case are either impractical or unreliable. Which is rather sad, but at least it's something constant to hold on to.
Makes me wonder, how many people will actually bother to remember the days of school, the people they associated with and keep in touch. Getting their MSN is one thing, but will you ever say a word to them, or have any reason to whatsoever thereafter? Kylie made an extremely valid point I thought as we walked to school on one of our final days. Close friends, perhaps you will stay in touch. But what about the people who just fall short of that status? Less than close friends, yet not distant enough to be mere acquaintences. What will happen to those relationships? Will they be lost forever like many other things disappearing with this day? It hurts methinking about the potential that I have been given, and how much of that was wasted, my time in school squandered, instead of doing something productive with it, especially in terms of my relations and exchanges with others. Perhaps these are just symptoms of reflection, looking back and regretting after the end has already passed. Very cliche, but as you might have observed throughout my blog... They actually hold quite a lot of truth sometimes. There are reasons they become cliches after all.
Well, you wonder what inspired this super early blog post (a record breaker, I believe). Well, in a desperate bid to rid myself of my insatiable appitite for playing games, wasting time, anything unrelated to study caused as a result of the presence of this computer, I have decided to get rid of it, if only for a little while, for some time. I do need to get a new battery anyway, before I leave school (it's free, comes with insurance anyway), might as well not waste what I paid for. So I'll give my computer in for servicing over this weekend. The last resort, pretty much, to force myself to study. That it had to come to this, sigh. I blame David, so distracting/peer pressure lol. Well not really, it's as much my fault as anyone.
So I won't be able to post nor come online for this weekend, and even after that, expect very sparse posts and shorter hours on MSN. This transient period of survival without my computer should hopefully quell any evil within my corrputed mind, turning it instead to the Light (study).
Monday is Speech Night, or with words most people generally understand, our formal graduation ceremony. Tuesday will be a breakfast for all the Year 12s, our final assembly. After that, running around the school visiting teachers from our younger years should be quite satisfying. Especially for people who have been here since they were 5 or 6, let alone myself who game when I was 15 into Year 10. I can only imagine and grope at the intensity of emotions that must be swarming them.
Good bye to my computer. At least for now. Good bye to school. Forever.
So long and goodbye.
So here we are. The last day of school. I'm just out of my last class, specialist ironically. Thus explaining the odd timing for this post. We did absolutely no work in school, everyong stunned to laziness and lethargy. And there was a lot of food. Junk food. Stuff I never thought I could get fed up of. But I did... eventually, three class later, I don't think I could have eaten more. It was so bad because every consecutive class, the food got better. First there was chocolate bars, then there was shapes and chips, and in the last class there was nachos and salsa -.-". How to resist? And that's the end.
No more school. Well, technically, it's no more classes, no more restrcition by a strict regimental schedule. It actually means a lot. Once again, incredible atmosphere, if anyone cared enough to settle down and just feel it. I think most people finally realised the reality of actually finishing school, and it's both an exciting, yet almost scary prospect. The number of people with their shirts and dresses completely defaced by marker pens with autographs and signatures was really quite impressive. Signing notebooks, dresses, shirts and stuff was really quite funny, since it basically gave you a chance each time to leave your mark in someone else's life, remembered for as long as their memorandum of their high school days remain. Which will definitely last a lot longer than memories and motivation to keep in touch stay for. Trust me, I've left school before.
Myself, I contented myself with MSNs. It's all that really matters to me, other forms of contact in my case are either impractical or unreliable. Which is rather sad, but at least it's something constant to hold on to.
Makes me wonder, how many people will actually bother to remember the days of school, the people they associated with and keep in touch. Getting their MSN is one thing, but will you ever say a word to them, or have any reason to whatsoever thereafter? Kylie made an extremely valid point I thought as we walked to school on one of our final days. Close friends, perhaps you will stay in touch. But what about the people who just fall short of that status? Less than close friends, yet not distant enough to be mere acquaintences. What will happen to those relationships? Will they be lost forever like many other things disappearing with this day? It hurts methinking about the potential that I have been given, and how much of that was wasted, my time in school squandered, instead of doing something productive with it, especially in terms of my relations and exchanges with others. Perhaps these are just symptoms of reflection, looking back and regretting after the end has already passed. Very cliche, but as you might have observed throughout my blog... They actually hold quite a lot of truth sometimes. There are reasons they become cliches after all.
Well, you wonder what inspired this super early blog post (a record breaker, I believe). Well, in a desperate bid to rid myself of my insatiable appitite for playing games, wasting time, anything unrelated to study caused as a result of the presence of this computer, I have decided to get rid of it, if only for a little while, for some time. I do need to get a new battery anyway, before I leave school (it's free, comes with insurance anyway), might as well not waste what I paid for. So I'll give my computer in for servicing over this weekend. The last resort, pretty much, to force myself to study. That it had to come to this, sigh. I blame David, so distracting/peer pressure lol. Well not really, it's as much my fault as anyone.
So I won't be able to post nor come online for this weekend, and even after that, expect very sparse posts and shorter hours on MSN. This transient period of survival without my computer should hopefully quell any evil within my corrputed mind, turning it instead to the Light (study).
Monday is Speech Night, or with words most people generally understand, our formal graduation ceremony. Tuesday will be a breakfast for all the Year 12s, our final assembly. After that, running around the school visiting teachers from our younger years should be quite satisfying. Especially for people who have been here since they were 5 or 6, let alone myself who game when I was 15 into Year 10. I can only imagine and grope at the intensity of emotions that must be swarming them.
Good bye to my computer. At least for now. Good bye to school. Forever.
So long and goodbye.
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