Whatever you call it

Some people have said to me that the third year of secondary years or simply the secondary school studies weren’t as exciting as senior high and sometimes not even better than your elementary school. Reasons?  They simply say because you won’t remember much about it then when you grow up. I hope I am not too much overly confident right now, but I just want to try to proof them wrong when they say year 9 isn’t memorable or even not so important.

Here, most of my friends and my ‘metamorphosis’ or changes start to take place. Our heights grew, our personality try to shine better, we got to start to find ourselves, and what’s more is that our secondary school years are what we call as recognizing who was the ‘smart guys’, ‘popular peoples’, and ‘rebellious’ took place. As each and every of us try to differ our friends in so many ways, our “teenager life” takes place the most right here; in the secondary school. The sooner you realize you are changing, that is when you know that this is the best time yet.

At the other hand, I have to agree that people can have so many ways to remember the best days of their life. Since I have just (almost) graduate year 9 when I wrote this note, I am in the state of somehow confused of how I should  feel and react upon this graduation thing. At one side, I am happy that we have holiday longer than the other grades were, we didn’t have to do stuff like choosing university and taking TOEFL tests like the senior guys were, and there are so many things to be proud of. But somewhere at the same place of my happiness with this feeling of proud that we have succeeded our national exams, I am sad to face the fact that sooner or later I would not find the familiar faces that aren’t going to continue their senior high school at our school. It was, a bit, to be very honest, devastating. Good-byes are the hardest thing to do when you just want to stay as long as you can with them. It felt like those 3 years weren’t enough.

However, let’s just continue the good stuff. I have an opinion that secondary years are to be remembered. The same things never happen twice, you know. First, I wrote notes about these years. They weren’t going to be forgotten (I hope). Many of my good friends have changed if you compare them when they first came to year 7. Most change in a positive way. Second, we grew close to each other and yeah, as you know, get close to each other and were really happy to know who has developed in every aspect.

As much as I have things I would like to remember about these secondary years, there are also things I am really looking forward to see from my friends. Like for example, whose voice would change first and how are they going to look after graduating senior high, who is going to be whose girlfriend, who is going to shine in class, who is going to take science or social majors, or who is going to go where on their university, etc. For me, those are the proof that I show how much everybody could have grown in just three years.

The way I love to see my little cousins grow during the years of their elementary studies and knowing that they are capable of achieving things that they have pursue to achieve, I am proud of all of my year 9 friend for what we all have achieve. We have done so many things together, we have created memories none other could replace. I dedicate my writings to all of you guys and here’s a quote for you to strengthen all of us: “this is the beauty of life. There has to be a beginning and an ending. The harder the goodbye, the sweeter the next phase would be” --unknown