Am supposed to be on hiatus, by now. Still.
It's hard to imagine that tomorrow will be the last time (ever) that I'll wake at 0530, knowing that I'm going to Cedar Girls' for school - what I've come to know as "school".
Last day of lessons, and voila!, school's out. 4 years would've been summed up like that. This is not right. For the first time (ever), I wish school would go on forever. Simply because I cannot comprehend - much less accept - change.
I'll miss class ):My bestest TBPN Deborah said something yesterday that made me ponder quite a bit: 4/O may not exactly be the most united class, but we're certainly unique. We're united, in a separated kind of way. I believe, we've all come to appreciate its beauty, even magnifying it, at that.
And I don't know how to let go of something I've held on to so close, so dearly. The People, the Place, the Pride: Life.
If I ever thought graduating was an easy affair, I sure don't now.