Back then, waking up early felt like a punishment to me . I used to drag myself out of bed, sleepy but excited to see my friends. I remember rushing to catch the tricycle, fixing my hair in a hurry, and sometimes even eating breakfast on the way. I never thought I’d miss those busy mornings, but now I do. I would give anything just to feel that rush again holding my bag tightly, walking into the school gate, and seeing familiar faces that always made my day brighter.
During Senior High School, I learned that life isn’t always easy, but it’s always worth it. Every project, every exam, every sleepless night helped shape who I am now. And behind those lessons were people who made them unforgettable. My classmates were like my second family. We helped each other, laughed together, fought together hehe and sometimes cried when things didn’t go our way.
We had moments when we got scolded for being noisy, or when our teacher gave us group work that felt impossible to finish. But somehow, we always made it through together. We shared snacks during breaks, sang songs while waiting for the next subject, and took funny pictures we now treasure. Even the simple act of eating lunch beside my friends felt like the best part of my day.
I really miss those times when life was simple. No big worries, no serious responsibilities just dreams, laughter, and friendship. There were days when we got tired of school, but if I could go back, I’d tell my younger self to enjoy every second. Because one day, those ordinary moments would become the memories I’d miss the most.
“You’ll never know the true value of a moment until it becomes a memory.”
That quote hits differently now. Before, I used to think high school would last forever. I thought we’d always be together, sharing jokes and stories like nothing would change. But time moves fast. Now we’re all on different paths some in college, some working, and some chasing dreams in faraway places. Sometimes I see my old classmates’ posts on social media and can’t help but smile. Everyone looks so grown-up now, but in my heart, we’re still those same students laughing over silly things in the classroom.
The school events were the highlight of it all the intramurals and foundation days. I can still hear the music from our dance performances and remember the feeling of excitement before stepping on stage. We cheered for our teams, decorated classrooms, and filled the school with energy and joy. Those were moments that made our SHS era truly special times when we weren’t just students, but a family. Now that everything has changed, I sometimes wish I could go back just for one day to sit again in that classroom, to laugh with my friends, and to hear my teachers’ voices. But I know that’s impossible. So instead, I carry those memories wherever I go.
SHS may be over, but its lessons will stay forever. It was the time when we learned how to dream, how to believe, and how to stand after every fall. Sometimes, when life gets hard, I look back on those days and find comfort. Because even though things were tough then, I always had people by my side—friends who made everything easier and memories that made everything worth it. My SHS era wasn’t perfect, but it was real. It was full of laughter, tears, hard work, and love. It was a chapter of my life that I’ll always treasure, a story that I’ll keep telling again and again.
High school wasn’t just a place it was a feeling. A feeling of joy, of growth, and of unforgettable moments that will forever live in my heart.
