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Monday 7 December 2015

2 out of 3

Isn't it funny that we never appreciate those school days and find all kinds of ways to skip class and feel happy about it, then during the last day of school, our hearts are always filled with mixed feelings, smiles and tears.

The steps are getting heavier as I dragged myself out of the car and walked up the stairs. I've skipped at least three weeks of classes in November as attendance was the last thing I worry about. I raised my eyebrow as I watched as one of my classmate ran up the stairs with excitement. I smiled to myself, seeing such contrast between us and the weight on my back seems to be lighter than the weight on my head. I settled my bag on the table and started to do a little catch-up with my friends when that's the time I realize that I was late for about an hour to school and the assembly was about to start in 30 minutes. We asked each other about our holiday plans before departing to the hall. 

While I was sitting at the hall, a masculine father caught my attention, he strolled in the hall with his twin off-springs, dressed in Flash t-shirts, having the usual Asian mushroom haircuts. The father was tall and very well-built with a strict face, however he spoke to his twins with his gentle voice, bent down to their heights and gave them both a high five before leading them up the stairs to their seats. I watched as the two adorable children stretched their short legs and climbed up the stairs in a carefree manner while their loving father turned around and reminded them to watch the steps every now and then until they reached to their seats.

The assembly started and I was totally distracted by my own thoughts as my eyes wandered around the hall while both the principal and the guest of honor gave their speeches. my friend and I tried to entertain ourselves by joking around and giggling at some of the names of the awardees (not trying to be mean though, by the way), not to forget to clap as loud and encouraging as we can for our classmates as they proudly walked up the stage and received their certificates.

The last day of school had always been horrible for me, for I fear at looking at my result slip but yet, I can't wait for the teacher to call out my name so I can receive my result slip. I watched as my friends compared their results with each other and smiled at their achievements proudly.

I looked back and recalled all those laughter and noises made from my classroom for the past 10 months, some of them seemed blurry but some were still vivid as like it just happened yesterday. I smiled to myself and sighed deeply, with the big family of ours will still be the same next year when we faced uncountable stress and exam papers? Somehow, I'll just have to wait and see, the Year 11 Science of 2016, the year we will graduate.
                                                           (  Year 10 Science of  2015)