The School Year is Now Over

“Things change, but memories don’t.”

As I was on my way home yesterday, I can’t help but think of the line that has been my saying for the past few months. Yes, one of the rainbows and skittles of my life just ended.

There were those times that I was alone and I kept on thinking what we, my friends and I, would be after this school year ends. It’s not like we won’t see each other again soon because we share the same school. It’s more like the bond that we have I was thinking of. For the record, I found 8^th grade my best year at school. LOL, okay, I know I’m not graduating and all, but I just don’t think the next few years of my high school will be the same as the year I had with my section—Mendel.

via Diane de Leon

I’m not just referring to my friends in the circle although they somehow made most of the 100% happiness I had, but also to my teachers, classmates and to the activities and fun. Majority of the students today go to school because of friends and inspirations. I’m one of those. Heck, who wants to wake up at like, 5 A.M. in the morning for plain old studying and projects and essays and lessons and math problems? That just sounds extremely horrible.

My whole school year was unbelievably stressing yet fun. I have gone through all those cramming and endless post-tests. I succeeded the parents’ strict rules and scolding because of going home at eleven in the evening. I suffered over my adviser’s “things” and damn was I strong. I took the vanity and high standards of the different teachers. I struggled to find yellow shirts whenever there’s a special school day. I already ripped the To-Do list I made, that actually didn't even make any sense because I haven’t done any of it in a good way. I listened to my father’s advice when I got dead angry at the girl in the second row of my class. I went far out with my circle for an outing that was supposed to be a movie project. I have lied, I have cried, I have lost grades and friends.

And I admit I will miss all of those.

The last day of my 8^th grade in class was playing of UNO cards, Monopoly deal and movie watching. Not-so-good, is it? We lacked time of spending most of the day with each other, but we at least bid our hugs and goodbyes.

My rainbows and skittles really worked out too well. I have all the memories stuck in my heart. With a lock and a key I know I’ll never want to let go. Things really do change—from haircuts, hair colors, skin tones, attitude, school, sections, to friends, or even foes. But, memories? Those are the things that one can’t change and get rid of easily. Those are made to last forever.

Last June, I entered Mendel’s classroom a little bit too scared. This March, I left it with a big ass smile on my face.