Pre-Senior Life Post

A new school year will start in few days’ time. Only few days left.

And I’m officially a senior high school student.

I am so thrilled to go to school. Boredom’s killing me here in our house, and I’ve been doing a mental countdown for the start of classes. I always prefer being in school than in our own house. I feel… much secured. Much in ease. Much better.

But idea of being a senior isn’t very appealing to me.

Alright, I badly want to go to school now, but not as a senior. It’s just the same as my being thrilled on my birthdays but not liking the idea of getting old.

Being a fourth year high school student means being the last year of your high school. Being one year away from college. Oh, it doesn’t mean that I don’t like college, it’s just I don’t want to leave my school yet. Leaving the school that has been the home of my most precious memories, and being away with the people whom I learned to love. My friends.

I know this shouldn’t be the time for being melancholic, but I feel exactly that way. Wala pa man, I could already feel the nostalgia.

But I always try to erase those thought. This is my last year in high school. My last year in Liceo de San Pedro. My last year to contribute something in my school which has been my sanctuary for almost seven years. Perhaps the last year to bond with the people I love and cherish. And so I’m going to make the most out of it, and I will make memories—I know they won’t be purely nice, there surely be unpleasant ones, too—that I will remember forever.