A Holiday Arrives

After examinations ended, a good news sent relief throughout all our hearts. This was the arrival of our summer holidays. Although part of me was enthralled with the arrival of holidays, my soul swam in the ocean of nostalgia as grade eight came to an and. Grade eight was a journey I cannot mold into words, a journey well explained without language.

Sometimes it was joyful, overwhelmingly merry. However, sometimes, it was like a deep ocean where I sank endlessly without anyone to help me, a river of melancholia, a pond of perturbation. There were days when I would secretly weep as I desired to be the class topper, comparison being the thief of my joy. Other days where I would soak my days with an unending joy. The whole journey was filled with major shifts of emotion, something not quite easy to shape into words.

Everything happens for a reason

And everything does happen for a reason. I believe all my triumphs and losses helped me shape into the young woman I have become. All those sleepless nights, 12am cram sessions, motivational music, and lastly my mother's smile pushed me forward to do better. All of these memories are playing in my mind, like a reel being played onto a brick wall. My brain is the reel and my eyes are the wall, as if I can visualize all those slices of nostalgia drifting in front of my eyes.

Anyways, as my holidays are commencing, I am pumped with curiosity......patiently waiting to see what this holiday unravels for me....