The Beginning of the End...

It's hard to believe.

It's hard to believe that this is where 12 years of studying leads up to.
It's the first of October today. This...this is practically the last month that I will ever be a student in an actual school. [save my flunking out of Year 12 completely and ending up having to repeat it] Sure, there's November still, but I'll be exams, not studying.

My Graduation Night is on the 27th of October, and I'm finding it surreal. I'm still in denial over it, somehow. As if after these exams, I'll go back to school again. This is just another year, and we're drawing towards the end of it. These exams haven't marked the end of anything. And in a few years time, I'll move to a different country again. Maybe Antarctica. XD But still, Graduation Night...it IS coming. My parents seem keen on attending and everything. I on the other hand haven't really given it any thought.

These exams mean everything it seems. It'll be the deciding factor in where I go for the next three years. Absolutely mental, when I think about it.
I've also decided that the rental fees for apartments in Melbourne is absolutely mental, I mean sheesh, how much more expensive could a one room condo get?

St. Stithian's College graduate in approximately a week, if my calculations are correct. I know exactly how they're feeling...I just regret that I'm not there with them to celebrate this graduation. I should be there, invading the Boys' College common room. I should be there, rallying the girls for the last warcry. I should be having that farewell chapel. I should be there, driving off with the girls who CAN drive. XD
I guess every school's different. But I looked forward to this particular one too much. Now having a different one feels like it's still not the end. But maybe things will change as time moves on.

I wonder what I'll miss about school, if I do, indeed, even miss anything at all. There'll be no more bells. No more permanant classes. No more rigid timetables. No more headmistress/headmaster or teacher to report to. No more worrying about who got the top mark in class. No more range of subjects to take.
Hmmm...in essence...no more school.
I'm moving again. But not physically. [or well, the physical part of moving might be a part of it] Rather mentally. Maybe even emotionally. It shouldn't be too different from what I've experienced already...in fact it should be exactly the same.
Just...on my own.

I'm seeing this as a whole new adventure already...=)

Mishy <3