In a couple of days, I’ll be beginning my last year of school. According to the school calender, January 25th is scheduled to be, officially, my last day. I’ll have to go back for my results and other things of course. Then, the next time I go to school, I will have to wear that “alumni” badge.

A lot of times, I’ve thought about how it would be if I had been one of those kids who’s studied in different schools. Would the changes have made me a different person? They would have, I guess. Maybe I would have made friends a lot more easily. But then, when I hear a “oh my god you’re so lucky to have studied in one school”, I think of how lucky I am. To have stayed in one environment, to have grown up in a familiar place that has provided consistency in my life without me even knowing it. To be able to greet almost every teacher that passes by me in the corridor because I’ve been taught by most of them. To able to visit the Elementary School building, and walk inside all the classes I’ve been taught in. To be able to drink from the same water fountain I drank from since I could barely write. To walk past the sand pit I played in and made “soft sand” in. To look at the bridge in the Adventure Playground and remember how scared I used to be when I had to jump off to prove to my friends that I wasn’t a chicken . If I had gone to different schools, my memories would have been scattered all over the place.

It’s impossible to list all the things this school has done for me. No matter how cliched it sounds, this school gave me everything I know.

Expect a lot more school posts like this. Sigh.