School Farewell

Hey readers, this is my first blog.

I often turn to journaling when I feel unheard. So I thought, let's try it with an unknown audience, because it's easier to not feel judged by someone you don't know.

I will share the stories of a young girl. Not Anne Frank of course, but I started writing a diary after knowing her story through school textbooks. As a teen, I could relate. 

I am confused where to start with, should I start by sharing stories from my childhood or dive in randomly? Let's begin with what happened yesterday, but first, let me give you some background.

I am about to complete my pre-final year of college, and these days I've been watching seniors enjoy their last moments at college. Yesterday was their Prom night; there were so many couples outside my hostel. I saw boys waiting for their ladies with bouquets. I dearly wished for my turn to come soon.

This reminded me of my school days. How I used to imagine last few days of our school specially the farewell. As a hosteller from class 6 to 12, we didn't have many chances to dress up. There were only a few events when we could, so they always seemed special. Like on Teacher's Day when we used to role-play as our favorite teacher, in 11th grade when giving a farewell, and in 12th grade when receiving farewell.

I used to imagine our farewell, myself wearing a beautiful saree, giving an emotional speech (sometimes I used to practice too :), with all my friends crying. On the last day, we would scribble on each other's school dresses, crying while hugging each other.

But none of this happened. There was an existing rivalry between 11th grade boys and our class boys, so they decided to not organize a farewell. Soon, we were sent home due to COVID, and exams were postponed. I thought I would meet my friends again, but then the exams were cancelled, and we didn't realize that that day would become our last day of school.

Those last few days never felt like the last days because we were not excited about the farewell. We were not filling up diaries; somewhere, we all knew that we would never be like this forever. And no one is going to read those diaries again and again.

It's been 4 years, and since then, I have only met few of them. Many of my friends are attending colleges in the same city, while I am far away from them. So, I often feel jealous because they can meet more frequently. Now, I am eagerly waiting for a meetup which seems likely to happen at someone's wedding.

School friends are very different from college friends, and I really miss them.

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