Everyone's doing this.
Posting about one oh four, feeling the nostalgia.
SCGS was never like this, no? We changed class every year, and after a while, it sort of just numbed our senses. Made us immune to the system, mechanical beings that swapped classes unfeelingly, unsmilingly, dry and devoid of tears.
Yet, it's different here. One oh four exudes so much love, it's hard to stay as cool and collected as before. For eleven months, we threw things at each other, pinched people's cheeks, yelled all over the place, screamed the house down, tripped over our own shoes, cried in frustration, sobbed in joy, laughed in hysterics, teased each other, swooned over hot guys. Friendships were forged and broken, only to be remade again, at the very end. Peculiar things weaved bonds between the most unlikely people. Secrets were kept and spilled; smiles were shared and passed on. And we did all these things together, as one class, one family.
And can we truly say that our class is uninteresting? We've got the most eccentric people - funky, wacky and a little crazy they may be, but we love them all the more. A myriad of flavours we formed as people from all walks of life, we united under the waving banner of the one oh four flag; we went through purgatory and came out unharmed and untouched, but still very much together.
This strange, wacky, loving, funny class of ours - is it a wonder that it breaks my heart to let go of it?
Inevitable as the separation is, we've no choice but to just it go. Like a dove between desperate, tremulous fingers, free it and pass on the love that we've learned, to the people who need it more than we do.
I'm moving on, but I'm taking all my memories with me.
- A last dedication to our lovely class.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CI0TNbxGaFA