Happy fiftieth, Pisay!
Thank you for the four years I spent within your homely walls, your red corridors, your quirky rooms. Thank you for all the memories, both good and not so good. :))
Thank you for first year, when I learned that different types of personalities from all sorts of backgrounds can actually work together to create something awkward but still so beautiful.
Thank you for second year, when I realised that sometimes, it isn’t the superbly complex lessons and satisfactory grades that keep you going— but the familiar, friendly faces that surround you.
Thank you for third year, when I finally accepted cramming as a way of life (late bloomer, I know), when everything seemed to clash, and yet, still come out awesome enough to garner applause. I still regret not watching Ramayana though. Grawr.
Thank you for fourth year, my last year, the year I decided to burn bright for myself and blind some others; when college loomed like an inevitable nuclear bomb of doom, but eventually it didn’t seem too bad because we’ve all go to let go of the past, hold on to the things worth keeping, and move forward.
Thank you to all of my teachers, all of my nerdy friends, and everyone else I’ve ever met because this high school decided to take me in and ship me out, hahaha. Though I’m just in first year college, I miss everything about the campus already! Wouldn’t be perched up here without you, after all.
Oh, such nostalgia. Such flashbacks. Such innocence.
I’ll see you soon, dear Pisay.