The Day when the gates of SBU open widely to receive us back.
The Day when we return our homework. Yes kiddies there is homework.
END OF THE SCHOOL HOLIDAYS!!! YAY!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHA
*hits head repeatedly on table*
What is so bad about school anyway?
The fact that we have to line up and sit in front of teachers and listen to them drone on about the same things?
The fact that we have to listen to people forced to present in front of the school because their classmates chose them to be scapegoats?
The fact that many of us would rather eat Hydrochloric Acid then eat a mouthful of Zinc Oxide than go to school?
The fact that we return to our same old places and repeat the same old things?
Wait a minute....
Anyway. I for one can't wait for school. The smiling faces on the teachers. The cheerful atmosphere surrounding prefects. The wonderful fragrance of cleanliness of the toilets. The fact that canteen food can be both delicious and nutritious and never harmful to us. The joy of seeing happy teachers giving out pink slips of happiness. Its pink! Pink could NEVER make us sad. The endless discussions of how Malaysia won a Silver medal in badminton. I mean who needs Gold? Anyone can get Gold if they try hard enough. But it takes a special kind of athlete to say
"I don't need Gold. My country does not need Gold. Its shiny but then so is Silver. Anyway Silver has more letters than little old Gold. Poor old overestimated and over esteemed Gold. Bah i pity thee Gold. 79th element of the periodic table. Things people kill to get. I need no Gold and Gold i shall not get."
But truthfully, i really do miss school. The friends who will wait and suffer together. Misery loves company they say. The endless bond that will be struck between us all when we finally leave school. We will think back to those days and regret not enjoying school. We will yearn for it. We will miss it. We will miss the days we cried on our friends shoulders. The days we committed mischief and got away with it. The stories we share. The experiences we go through. The memories of joy that we have made. So cherish it. Love it. For when the day comes when it is gone, the feelings and emotions poured out to it will always remain in our hearts.
Joy. Anger. Sadness. Misery. Jealousy. Companionship.
And the many accomplishments we have achieved while there.
First friend. First enemy. First love. First heartbreak. First success. First failure.
So love it or hate it, it is still there. Waiting. Ever faithful. Ever there.
So i for one can't wait for the clock to strike midnight and we return to our wonderful joy house of school.
Till the time when we meet again. I bid you. Adieu.
P.S. If the above post has maimed, hurt, touched or possibly even killed your feelings, it was all meant. Thank you.
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