Yes! We graduated!!! :D--*sighs*:$

Sitting there, I heard my name being called and this weird feeling engulfed me…a feeling of—ahh—nothing. As if I was in some remote island, far away…with a boat at sight, happy and excited but unsure if it was only an illusion. I started feeling all numb—all eyes on me penetrating my flesh and sucking my blood. My friend waiting for me at the podium—smiling, just as scared yet happy that it was over for her; I stood up and started treading carefully. I reached the ramp and sighed with a smile as I saw my teacher, her smile and her ‘thumbs up’. I looked around and amongst all the faces I found my parents’—shining, eager and proud. This was My time and I knew I had a big responsibility but there they were—everyone—all those bits of me and my life sitting in a circle…faces that made me the way I am. How could I ever go wrong if I were to speak to ‘myself’?…and just as I did while I was dressing up in front of my bathroom’s mirror, I smiled, trying to comfort myself and started off…

Good evening Mr. Stapp, Mrs. Dambal, parents, guests and students. How often do we hesitate, taking challenges and making decisions? How often do we fear consequences? When I asked these questions to myself, I ended up writing a poem and this is how it goes:

Soaring Through Tunnels

Unknown yet expected
—dark tunnels on the way
Careful tiny feet stepping in
With fear and dismay

But amid this qualm
Was the urge to move on
The courage to step
And the zeal to meet the very dawn

Yes, she had known
How much the darkness of the tunnels
Wanted her to moan and mourn
But she had found their openings

She had found the light
Thinking of the high skies
She had stepped in
With only glint in her sight

For she knew that if it was
The sky she had to reach
No soil, no rock on land could ever impede her
To the light of skies she was to seek…

Throughout the nine years I have spent in this school, I have gone through many such obstacles—just as the girl in the poem did. Turning them into opportunities—finding that light, has been an amazing experience, for I have learned a great deal through even the smallest decisions I had to make. I still remember how much I hated beetles and how much my friends loved them. Making friends wasn’t as hard as it was to stay with them and their fellow beetles. And yes, how can I ever forget those elections? The times when I used the oddest of ways to make the decision; yes or no, no or yes—those countless times when I drew out slips and redid those draws until there would be a tie and I would eventually give up. I finally decided to take a risk—a challenge, but what it gave to me in return was an opportunity for me to (i messed up in this part:$ a lill) serve the school and its people who I’d have never been able to pay back. Although, no matter what I do it’ll stay just as impossible and this, here is the least I can do to thank everyone from the very bottom of my heart—the Almighty, my caring dad, my loving mom, my supporting brother, my helping teachers and all my amazing friends—everyone who has helped me turn my challenges into real opportunities. Till last year I had thought these “thank you’s” as very typical and monotonous but it’s only now that I have realized their importance. Thank you once again for listening.


and yes, thankful i was...it sorta sounded boring to me though:$--the speech...*sighs* well things r over now *deeply sighs*...

theres so much to write but i'm completely blank right now:$...*sniffs*...man, ima miss this place!