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Hello College, Goodbye High School

April 4, 2014, the day when we finally graduated. It seems like it was only yesterday when we first stepped into our classroom. Days do go by fast, huh?

While our graduation song was playing in the background, almost all of us couldn't sing because we were already crying. Parents and guardians were in front of us and after singing our song, we gave them roses and that's when all of us broke into crying.
To be honest, I have seen the most beautiful moment I could have seen in my entire life. Everyone was smiling with tears in their eyes and everyone was hugging one another. Even our teachers were teary-eyed. We all said our thanks and apologized to the ones that we've hurt. Our past teachers came, too. Nothing could have been better than that.

Today I woke up and realized that I can never study to our school ever again. I won't see the same faces that I have seen everyday in that school. And that school's name is Conperey. Then I also realized that I won't see my classmates and also D'Vamps, a group that is composed of my best friends and I.

I am longing to go back to our chilling spot, our school's rooftop.
I am longing to go back to our eating place, the RCB, and sometimes, our school's cafeteria.
I am longing to go back to our classroom, the classroom where the most fun is happening.
I am longing to go back to our school, the school where I have been studying since I was in elementary.

We all didn't start off in good terms in the past but we got over it as time passed by. We are all different but we are a family. High school life has been a really great journey because of all of you.

"Thank you for playing my music,
Thank you for singing my song,
Thank you for sparing a moment,
'Cause with you I feel I really belong.

 Thank you for keeping me company,
Thank you for being my friend,
And if our paths should cross somewhere, some when,
I'd love to sing this song again.

 And if our paths should cross somewhere,
Then I'd really be glad,
Yes I'd really be glad
That I could THANK YOU ONCE AGAIN."

(Photo taken during our Baccalaureate Mass, Photo by Policarpo Betita)

I will seriously miss the Conpereynian Family.


Let's not  say "Goodbye" but instead, let's say "See you all later, guys."

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