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I haven't really been updating for a while now... I guess I'll start out with graduation. I'm not in High School... Funny how fast the passage of time seems to be... It seems that yesterday, I was just walking along the corridors of my school as a newbie, a freshman. All the times of hardship, friendship, conflict seem to be just one blink from this moment. I'm out of the high school hierarchy, incoming seniors taking my place. Yet we transcend them as we weathered through the challenges of the four years we have to spend in a high school. After all of those, we gain our just rewards, a rolled sheet of paper, a school medallion, and a medal for third honors. It all started that morning, March 28, with our Pre-Graduation Mass. The seniors attended the mass wearing long-sleeve polos and black pants. I sang my heart out at that last mass. We were given a memoir in the form of a wooden rosary. After that, we had our breakfast. Served there were finger foods and the like... It felt like a photo session. Everyone was taking photos. To seal memories, I guess. We went home after that. Played a little on the PC to ease the tension. After all, in a few hours, we were gonna graduate. Who won't be nervous? The drive back to school was kinda long since I was savoring every moment that I was still in the not-so-carefree world of high school. I wore my toga for grad picture takings. I looked like a student from Hogwarts, Lol. The break before the graduation was fully utilized with chatting, picture taking, and toga-adjusting. The signal bell rang and we filed out of our classrooms. Sections A and O were first in the order of the processional. In front of them was their moderators, the Batch Representative holding the Grad Mace, and the Valedictorian and Salutatorian. We marched down the aisles, togas billowing as they caught the still air that the graduates sliced through while wearing their proud smiles, the school medallion in hand and the rosaries in their pockets. When everyone was settled, the graduates who had honors were called. I was one of them, earning Third from the four years of academics. Then the graduates were called to receive their diplomas. I took mine and bowed just like everyone else did. Then we were formally included in the Alumni Association. Then the Grad song, sung wholeheartedly by the batch while their clenched fists were in the air, a traditional part of the graduation. In my fists were the diploma and the rosary. The recessional. We went out of the covered courts with wide and proud smiles in our faces. We have done it. We're graduates. We went back to the assigned classrooms. Another photo session, flashing lights obscuring my vision. Togas were returned, though I took a few pictures of me in a toga first. The "it's-nice-to-have-been-your-classmate" greetings and sentiments. Then we went our separate ways, though some classmates and their families celebrated together. No tears, no goodbyes, all smiles. One of my classmates didn't make it since his mom was having a delicate operation. The whole batch prayed for him in the mass prior to graduation. I hope she's well. Post a comment in response: |
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