Yesterday, I stared, with a heavy heart, at graduation pictures of peers from my ex-school Wesley Methodist School, bringing an overwhelming feeling of nostalgia. I wish i were there! I had never felt such a longing to be somewhere, sometime. It's been 3 years, I've dissected myself from a school that I was extremely connected with, a school where I built on friendships with most of my high school peers, a school which taught me many harsh lessons on values, life, and beliefs. I feel really happy for my friends who are moving on to college, a more challenging tier of academia, graduating from adolescence, moving on to adulthood. Cool! Wish I was there to move with you guys.
The smiles in those pics really must mean something to celebrate. Unfortunately for me, I have nothing so much to smile about now, perhaps in two years time, perhaps there might be frowns. Mmm. A Level's is a really unpredictable monster that gnaw away your wanted grades the very moment you think you've got them. Exclude maths, physics, bio, and every other boring state that boringly qualifies in the 'boring science' category. Life seems a drag over here, and I'm feeling the immense pressure as january exams draws near. Talk about nostalgia @@
What holds for us in the future? The tale will be told in Time.....
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