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Saturday, 28 April 2012

That one, perfect goodbye...

In moments of monumental change, you can always depend on at least one person to lapse into state of reflective nostalgia.


Being the person that I am today, that person is me.


So this post goes out to my fellow sixth years. 


This post goes out to my friends. 


We are leaving a school this week that we have spent the last six years of our lives at, and I suppose that we are all just searching for that one moment of sentimentality that perfectly describes our experience at the school, and the time that we have all spent together. I think that’s what we’ve always been searching for:


Reason, belonging, understanding and that one, perfect valediction that sticks in the mind for the rest of our lives…


The sad truth is, there’s no such thing. We all expect a huge farewell, a meaningful scene reminiscent of that of Hollywood movies. It’s not going to happen. Moments like this happen all the time, across the globe, and everyone expects a big deal to be made about their specific moment because it's different to everyone else's... and do you know why it's different?


Because they can feel it. They can see it. They can taste it and hear it and comprehend it and they can do that because it's their moment. The world only exists within our heads after all, or rather, the world as we see it only exists within our heards. 


On Friday, I'm going to go into school with a level head. I'm not going to expect fireworks or a scene from a John Hughes movie, but rather a bunch of teenagers excited about facing their uncertain futures and a group of adults terrified of the pranks that we have planned (and believe me, we have some planned).


So many people out there tell you that your school days are among the happiest of your life. That's debatable. But for our year group, I'd be tempted to say that this is probably true, despite what some of the people in it will tell you. We've had our minor disagreements, our little accidents and our indisputable differences, but another thing we've always had is each-others backs. 


I've made some amazing friends at that school, ones that will be my friends for many years to come, and I'm so grateful for having the chance to meet them.


You see, adults forget that the most important part of schooling isn't the education that they provide you with, or the support that they give you during your time there, but rather the opportunity it gives you to make friendships and the memories that they allow you to make because of this. 


Exam results are just numbers on a sheet of paper. 
Memories are tiny fragments of your life that you can relive whenever you feel fit.  


What one do you deem more important?


I'll stop tormenting you all with these scattered thoughts, and post something about the last couple of days at Kincorth later on in the week. 

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