Schools End

So the time has finally arrived. After twelve long years of toil and test I have made it to the final hurtle. I know that it has not been easy these past years, filled with long nights of work and study, of solitude and contemplation. Obviously I am glad to finally see the fruits of my labor come into fruition, but in many ways I am also sad to see it come. For as much of a loner I am I have formed Bonds with my class, however fleeting they may be.

            Even the people I do not like in even the most remote way or have never met or spoken to have become something of a part of my daily routine. I am not saying that I will miss them because the simple truth is that I will not, but I will notice their absence and will find it strange. However for the majority of the people I know I will miss them for one reason or another. It could be some particular brand of humor they carry with them, an attitude, the way the talk, or so many other things, and to know that many of them I will never see or hear from again in this life.

            It is this maelstrom of complex and conflicting human emotions that I find so strange about the ritual of graduation. We should all feel nothing but pure elation for the first major success of our adult lives, and yet there is the slight shade of melancholy the haunts the background of the whole ceremony. And the feelings are not weak. As stated above even I feel their effects, and I have been training my mind to suppress such emotional responses for years.

            But I digress; soon I will take what may be my final walk through the halls of Holbrook High School. And while I am doing so I shall allow myself a smile, and will laugh to myself as I drift from hall to hall and Remember My time here.