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ELAINE;
I ♥ God, Raffles Netball (Batch '11) and my friends to the max!

Screams
Sunday, November 16, 2008
After reading so many blogs of P6s, S4s, I feel that I must blog about my last day of school!

Yep, we've all gone through, are going through, or will be going through the phase in life. That's graduation. It's the pain of leaving your beloved alma-mater behind, the tearful separation of friends who're going to different schools the following year. But more importantly, it's just just the start of yet another new phase in life. Perhaps a more hectic, tedious one, but definitely it'll be full of so much more joy and friendship, and for some, accomplishments.

I realise that around this period of time last year, I was the one in my juniors' shoes. I was thinking, "GOSH. I'm gonna be a Sec 1 next year. SO COOL. I can't wait to graduate!" And when Graduation Day really came, I was just totally, blanked. Like yeah, drained of all sorts of emotions. I had been looking forward to graduating so much, because there were so much screwed up things that had happened in P6 that made me really want to leave them behind and start a brand new life with a brand new identity in secondary school. (which, i realise now, is impossible. In fact, my secondary school life so far hasn't been less troubling than in P6)

I can't even remember who I sat with that day, but all i remembered was, we didn't take any pictures (except for Daryl who went around taking shots of everyone's faces), not many people hugged, or even said goodbye. I really didn't know if i could accept the fact that I was graduating, or had graduated. Before that, I wanted so much to stop associating with some people in the school and leave behind whatever hurt and painful memories, but then I realise that I can't bear to part with them, for afterall, they had been my school mates for 3 years already. Some of them are not merely school mates. They were confidantes and great friends. Throughout my 1 year of RGS life so far, I notice that the relationships I share with my NY friends and my "new" friends just seem different. Like when I'm with my NY friends, there's just a sense of familiarity that's there. Then for most of them, I'm probably gonna spend at least 5 more years of my life with, and that will be as though they've been my friends for my whole entire lifetime, since i can't remember things in preprimary school life and whatnot.

I'll always regret the fact that I hadn't treasured whatever I had in primary school, and that's a constant reminder for me to treasure every moment I now have in RGS, in Raffles Netball, in 113'08, in whatever classes that I enter in future; with each and every one of my friends. And maybe if i try hard enough, my teachers. (I'm serious, we have some really cute teachers:)

Sec 1 wasn't exactly a fulfilling year for me. I haven't attained any leadership positions or anything, and I screwe up my total GPA for the end of years. And I've been skipping training lately due to my malfunctioning lungs and my stupid, stupid head that hurts all the time. But, I've made great friends whom I know will be there for me throughout thick and thin. I'm glad the sec 1 netballers (US!) are becoming more bonded than before.

113 has had it's share of conflicts, as well as happy memories, like when everyone tried so hard to win Netball Carnival. That was the time when I saw almost every single of the flaiying-pengywns trying their best for 113, not just individually, but of course, as a team. The players played hard, while everyone else were there for every single game we had to cheer us on. I appreciated it, and I love you all, 113.

I felt empty yet again on the last day of school. We partied, and sang songs. But once again, we were broken up into our little cliques, instead of bonding together for the last time as the class 113'08. I don't think any of us had tried, for what we were thinking was that we should spend our last minutes with our good friends in the class. To me, it didn't feel as though it was the last day of school at all. Maybe I was just emotionless, the way i had been for the past 2 weeks, because of something that happened between me and a certain someone, but right now, I realise that I am no longer a year 1 student anymore. I'm moving on to being a Year 2 RG student, along with all the rest of my batchmates. There're higher expectations to meet, tighter schedules, and probably way more problems. But I'm looking forward to whatever good memories that I'll have in 2009. This is not our end, yet.

It's just yet another of a new beginning.