It was a day that I had been anticipating AND dreading at the same time, for awhile.
The day ended up being such a great day with my friends that I wished it wouldn't end. Nothing extraordinary if you really think about it but for me it was perfection.
We watched a documentary, moved some classroom furniture and dealt with little kid drama one last time. We were given a special edition of "OH THE PLACES YOU'LL GO" (we got them as a graduation present) signed by all of my classmates and the staff at school that I will cherish forever.
As my school day started to come to an end, we had to start packing up our stuff and getting ready for my school's graduation tradition, something called the 'clap out'. As we left our classroom and started walking around the school halls for the last time, all the classes were lined up in the hallways to applaud for us and give us our last send-off. It was really hard not to get emotional during the clap-out but I had promised myself not to get to that really ugly crying point that I thought might happen so I really struggled to keep it in all day. After the whole walk-through, we hung-out in the gym and talked amongst ourselves until it was time for us to leave.
When the bell finally rang, I said my last goodbyes to my friends Fatima and Malak, since they aren't going to the same high school as me and I am not sure when I will see them again 😢. It was hard for me to say goodbye to them because they are really good people and even greater friends and I feel like my life will be a just a little emptier without them in it. My other three friends, Tessa, Fiona and Juleianne, and I walked out of back doors like we have done everyday for the last few years and we stood around for awhile saying goodbye. They are my forever best friends and even though I'm still going to see them over the summer and in the fall when we all head to the same highschool, there was something about saying our last goodbye outside those doors that seemed like a special moment that I wanted to hold onto to just a little longer.
When I got into my mom's car and we started driving home, I couldn't hold my tears in any longer. Even though I held it in pretty good all day, I just couldn't control myself anymore. My mom made me feel better when she said that it was okay to cry because it let's us let go of pain or whatever is hurting us. I think she was trying to make me feel better but it kind of made me even sadder so I ended up crying all the way home and continued bawling at home until I was all cried out. Kind of weird but it did actually made me feel better. I'm not really an emotional person and rarely ever cry, especially in front of other people but at least I know that it's okay to let it out once in awhile 😌
Even though most of us are going to the same high school, there are some that I know I won't see often or possibly ever again. All of these classmates, Montse, Fatima, Malak, Sophia, Krisha, Fiona, Tessa, Juleinanne (my friends, every single one of them) will always hold a special place in my heart. We have known each other for so long and we've helped each other grow so much over the years. These people, especially my closest friends, helped shape me into the person I am today and I'm so grateful that they were a part of my life. I think that's what they call a true blessing.😄
I will always treasure all the great memories that I have made at this school. It will be tough when I finally come to the realization that all that really remains of my time there are just those memories now but I know that life goes on (I read that somewhere 😉)