Goodbye 17

10/11/11 was the 5th formers' graduation day at my school. It was an event that was only and only for the 5th formers, but i was given the honour by the organizer to take photos :P I was the only non 5th former there, but i didnt feel like a total stranger. they were all very friendly and welcoming. I honestly will miss them so much next year.

That morning, I took pictures of the setup. It was nice and they did it all by themselves. The whole day I was chased by my friends but I didnt mind. It was the last time that I will be spending time with them in school. I wouldnt be seeing them again next year...

I heard stories of teachers opposing the event from being held but I think whoever did should be ashamed of themselves. That day, EVERYONE had smiles on their faces. everyone was enjoying themselves because it was the only day that they could spend time with their friends and classmates, in their school uniforms, in the school that they have spent most of their angst filled teenage life with. Students of different races, who even used to fight with each other took pictures together and they all had a very strong bond between each other.That day was precious to them, and I have witnessed everything, and so it was precious to me too. Everyone was nicely dressed, and that day was the first time for most of the people to step up on the stage in the hall and receive an "award" in 5 years.

I was standing outside the hall with my friend. He was going to give a speech as a representative of the 5th formers in front of the PIBGs, teachers and fellow comrades. He told me he was nervous, and I tried to comfort him (u know im no good in thisss). As he was delivering his speech, I took a few pictures and stopped to listen to what he was saying. He stuttered a little in the beginning but gained confidence throughout his speech. When it was over, he passed his script to me and told me, "Next year, it's your turn." I WAS SO TOUCHED OKAY. Then, it was the certificate giving ceremony, followed by a photography session... and a friend took an ugly picture of me on his phone... HIS PINK PHONE.

After the event ended, my good friend came and hijacked my camera. His pictures were a fail tho.. except for our picture. It was a blurry shot but its cute cuz i was in it and im cute u know, it works like that. Thats our first and last picture together. That night, he told me he couldnt sleep. His whole high school life flashed in front of him went he got back from school. He thought of the times when he first came, the friends he had, his brotherhood, all the joy, the pain, the sadness, the happiness, he thought of everything, and how quickly it all passed. He told me that he doesn't want school to end.

Alas, who are we to stop time?