♥ a short post about my old school experience ♥
I had quite a few moments of thought before writing this. What should I do to record down six important years of my life in words, so that everything would be vividly described? I wanted to do this story justice by presenting it with the best wordings.
It was the 3rd of September when I was six. Even today, this particular date means a lot to me. I might sound like I'm forcing myself to make a magical description about something ordinary, but trust me, it really was a big day for me. I still remember that feeling of fear inside me the night before. I can still recall that kind of excitement caused by myself being terribly naïve and silly.
It sure is weird how I went into my old school as a dumb-headed little kid and came out as a much more mature person. Even though it was six years, the transformation I underwent was pretty shocking. During our graduation dinner, a video slideshow of our old pictures was displayed all over the hall. Staring at the screens in awe, I laughed at my old photos, realizing how different I had become.
I still feel attached to my old school more than my new one (even though they share the same campus). How should I put this? Everyone misses their old schools after graduating, unless they got bullied or isolated or what, but then my feelings for my old school is far beyond 'missing'. It's more like I'm addicted to old life and I feel that that place makes me feel more comfortable, and it's more like home. I feel the urge to cry when I revisit my old school, because old stories keep on appearing in front of me.
My old school have already been renovated completely, meaning that it looks completely different from its look in 2007. It doesn't mean that my memories are destroyed at all. They still come to me in flashbacks. I guess the thing about my old school that is so special is the story behind, and perhaps the emotions and feelings.
The story. The story that began in 2007 and ended in 2013.
It's over now, but it doesn't mean that I've forgotten anything; I will recall my memories and put it into one complete story.
I won't let it burn into ashes.
It was the 3rd of September when I was six. Even today, this particular date means a lot to me. I might sound like I'm forcing myself to make a magical description about something ordinary, but trust me, it really was a big day for me. I still remember that feeling of fear inside me the night before. I can still recall that kind of excitement caused by myself being terribly naïve and silly.
It sure is weird how I went into my old school as a dumb-headed little kid and came out as a much more mature person. Even though it was six years, the transformation I underwent was pretty shocking. During our graduation dinner, a video slideshow of our old pictures was displayed all over the hall. Staring at the screens in awe, I laughed at my old photos, realizing how different I had become.
I still feel attached to my old school more than my new one (even though they share the same campus). How should I put this? Everyone misses their old schools after graduating, unless they got bullied or isolated or what, but then my feelings for my old school is far beyond 'missing'. It's more like I'm addicted to old life and I feel that that place makes me feel more comfortable, and it's more like home. I feel the urge to cry when I revisit my old school, because old stories keep on appearing in front of me.
My old school have already been renovated completely, meaning that it looks completely different from its look in 2007. It doesn't mean that my memories are destroyed at all. They still come to me in flashbacks. I guess the thing about my old school that is so special is the story behind, and perhaps the emotions and feelings.
The story. The story that began in 2007 and ended in 2013.
It's over now, but it doesn't mean that I've forgotten anything; I will recall my memories and put it into one complete story.
I won't let it burn into ashes.
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