Thursday, January 01, 2009
Forty - Five
Graduation Day.
The event was scheduled to begin at 9, so naturally, it started at 10 am. Thus began an hour of speeches, followed by an hour of ceremonial 'certificate' giving, before finally ending the whole thing with class photos, ordinary photos, and eating. Overall a very uneventful event, though I was very very proud of Nadhirah for giving that speech. *thumbs up*
Nonetheless, the whole thing was made worthwhile by being able to see everybody again. I was happily surprised at how surprisingly happy I was to meet the class - it's good to know that I'm not ready to move on just yet. I even got a few hugs, which were lovely. I'm not usually a hugger, but it's not because I don't like them or feel uncomfortable about them. I just think that they're something that should be saved for special occasions. That way they become even more precious and mean something even more.
Still. There's no need to get too sentimental yet. If rumours ring true, then I'll probably be seeing everyone again next week, when we will supposedly be getting our results. This is
way earlier than I expected, though to be honest, I wish they'd just hand it over so I can just get this whole drama done and overwith. Really. I don't know how I long I can delude myself into not thinking about it. I don't know how I'm going to endure the hour long journey to school, knowing I'm getting closer and closer to my results. I don't know how I'm going to endure the journey back home. I think I should bring shades.
Okay I'm gonna stop thinking about it now.
Here.
This might help.
From Lemony Snicket's 'The Beatrice Letters':
"Always. Continuously. With increasing apprehension, and decreasing hope. I will love you with no regard to the actions of our enemies or the jealousies of our comrades. I will love you with no regard to the outrage of certain parents or the boredom of certain friends. I will love you no matter what is served in the world's cafeterias or what games are played at each and every recess. I will love you no matter how many fire drills we are all forced to endure, and no matter what is drawn upon the blackboard in blurry, boring chalk. I will love you if you cut your hair and I will love you if you cut the hair of others. I will love you if I see you every Tuesday, and I will love you if I never see you again. I will love you as the pesto loves the fettuchini and as the horseradish loves the miyagi, and as the tempura loves the ikura and the pepperoni loves the pizza. I will love you as the manatee loves the head of lettuce and as the dark spot loves the leopard, as the leech loves the ankle of a wader and as a corpse loves the beak of the vulture. I will love you as an airplane loves to fall from a clear blue sky and as an escalator loves to entangle expensive scarves in its mechanisms. I will love you as a drawer loves a secret compartment, and as a secret compartment loves a secret, and as a secret loves to make a person gasp, and as a gasping person loves a glass of brandy to calm their nerves, and as a glass of brandy loves to shatter on the floor, and as the noise of glass shattering loves to make someone else gasp, and as someone else gasping loves a desk to lean against, even if leaning against it presses a lever that loves to open a drawer and reveal a secret compartment. I will love you until all such compartments are discovered and opened, and until all the secrets have all gone gasping into the world."
This is just a smaaaaaall smaaaaall snippet, people. I swear it goes on and on for like 3 and a half pages.
So sweet.
10:58 PM
