We have always been hearing this, âLife is a journeyâ A journey we know nothing about. We move each and everyday bit of it but know nothing about it. This is what we call hope. Hope for the future yet we still believed because we knew we would get there. If they had told you we would be here today 5 years ago would you have believed it? Itâs been that long and we are still on the path we chose.
Senior High was fun. I remember the funniest moment when I arrived at T. I. Ahmadiyya Senior High School. That drama was a lot more fun. I got in and made the history I never thought I could make. That was when I realized that every villager had a chance to experience the best of the world when given a chance. And a chance doesnât just flow to you until you tell the world guy deserves it. That was the entrance I had to Senior High.
3 years it was in senior high. I learned a lot. I started my writing journey there. I discovered a lot about myself. My writing to directing of drama. I had my best subjects which I did well and I made the best discovery of myself in High School. My high school life has been the place I have transitioned well in my life. It stood as a bridge for me to move from the life I have always wanted to live to start living it bit by bit. That was the start of my hope. Today, itâs 5 years and I will let us all know and remember this day.
How I left senior high was emotional. I made friends who later became family. A family that I was most proud of. That day came when I had my last paper. It was that day many were happy. The school had stressed everyone and everyone dreamt of freedom after high school. May 10 was a day many hoped and prayed for. So as we moved into the examination room, many were smiling. Iâm they had those thoughts. It was a two-hour paper and they thought, âAfter two hours, my High School life will be a memory. I canât waitâ Nothing was wrong with that thought but I had mine. Thoughts that brought tears to my eyes. âThe family I have had, where will I meet them again? Will there ever be a day where we will sit as we did in high school to talk about all that we missed?â That brought tears to me.
We went in for the paper. It was time to stop work. When the teachers said it, we waited. They collected our exam papers and said, âYou are done.â The hall hailed in excitement. Students started rushing out. I stayed calm at my sit, looked at them and tears started dripping. I said to myself, âThey have forgotten already that they will one day wish to sit back in those classes again just to be with the friends theyâve missed.â
Canât forget because I still miss those friends. This is just the day I feel reminds us of how far we have come. Itâs been a long journey.
