A Strenuous April-May

The above GIF clearly shows how my months April and May went by. April obtruded into the calendar with a clash, a ringing noise that came to be after my final term syllabus was posted. Finals were "finally" here. Although part of me aspired to leave eighth grade with a commendable ending, another part of me desired to rewind, and return to the very first de stressing days of grade eight. I was sinking in an ocean of emotions, swimming from endless joy to an unending melancholia that I am still unable to shred into words. Grade eight was finally over. Those endless months of exams, science pdfs, project works, and last but not the least, the sight of our homeroom class was now gathering dust and shape-shifting into a cherishing old memory.

I suddenly felt old. Grade seven and eight were the most essential and indispensable years of my life. Those two years taught me everything I needed to know about leading my teenage-hood (not everything but the most crucial parts). I recieved a lot of experience, and learnt to let go of "toxic" people, or to restate my words, to deal with "toxic" people. There were a lot of tears, a lot of pain, unending laughter, and out of all this, a lot of wisdom that these two years left me with. My experiences in these two years shaped me into the young woman I am aspiring to be for my parents, and pumped reason into my life. The things I used to worry about, the weighing pressure, the lack of self-confidence, and the parental dependence that affected my ability to navigate independently have all contributed immensely to my wisdom and experience.

They say, "Wisdom comes with age." I do agree with this statement, but to modify it, a correct assertion would be "Wisdom comes with time." The meaning of this message dawned on me during my last months of grade eight. I compared my grade eight self to my former years, and realization (with a little bit of nostalgia) seeped in. The faint blurred memories of my former infancy poured in like a stream of words wanting to be heard. I basked in those memories for a while before returning to thank all that I have to my parents and God.

Anyways, too much of wisdom poured out, more than what I expected. This is the true quality of writing, the freedom to express. There is no barricade, no border, and to barrier to prevent the steady gush of water to flow. April was spent studying, and racing to finish the syllabus. To be honest, I felt that the diligence I put in these few days was nothing compared to what I did during my mid-terms. I felt as if half of my energy already depleted before my final term.

Although I am glad it is over, I would still like to do it all over again because of the lingering feeling. It is a feeling all students go through after a month of procrastination and constant comparison with their peers, and it was no different to me. I hope that the future me would work even more diligently to make her mother proud. I truly aspire that the future me would look back and give a warm smile while patting my back and stitch out the following words, " You did it!" This is a string of words that consists of only three letters, but the power this sentence holds goes beyond numbers.

It is my holiday now, and I will try to write more to expand my blog. Till then,

"So Long, Captain"