Last Goodbye
"And then one day you find
Ten years have gone behind you
No one told you when to run
You missed the starting gun."
It's a strange world. One moment you're crying because you're being forced into an unknown environment where you don't wish to be, and the next moment you're crying because you've fallen so deeply in love with it that you don't want to let go. The fact that you've been connected to this environment for over ten years probably makes the bond inextricable, for better or for worse.
It's been a long journey. A journey where we met new friends, made new rivals, discovered ourselves, overcame challenges and evolved into what we are today. There have been ups and downs, there have been walls which seemed impassable at first but we broke through them with our friends.
The last few days of school are always the hardest. Your mind is restless; you can't think straight, you cry easily at every touching song. Most of all, your entire life, all those wonderful people you've encountered, those faces, those memories, flash past your eyes. You're reminded of your mistakes. You sit and wonder how you would undo those mistakes, given a chance. You just sit and reminisce, barely aware of the time, when suddenly you're brought back to your senses by a hot tear drop falling on your clenched fist. You wish to scream, to stop cruel Time in his tracks and buy yourself some time. You Want to hold your friends close and tell them. "These bonds that we share, they can't be severed so easily! Because believe me, there is a bond.
Imagine the scene of the last day of school. The bell tolls, marking the end of school, the last bell we'll hear. Multitudes of student walk out of the gate slowly; through the very gate they took their first step into this world, only this time they're all grown up and they're walking out. They try to burn each step into their memories, to keep every moment in their minds. They've come a long way and they know it. They're proud of themselves. Friends huddle together, the men hide their tears behind a grin while those of the fairer sex permit themselves a tear or two which are then quickly wiped away and replaced, rather forcibly, by a wan smile. The setting sun waits as the students wave goodbye to the people they grew up with, people they called their "friends". The sudden weight of the word hits them which make the human sentiments of even the toughest boil over. Sworn enemies bid each other farewell with teary eyes.
No one remembers the unpleasant points of life anymore. It's not like there haven't been any unpleasant points, there have been plenty. Ask an optimist and he'll tell you the bad points have been less than the good points. Ask a pessimist and he'll tell you the exact opposite. These bad points have always existed and always will. They exist for a reason. After all, if you've never seen black you can't identify white.
After hours of contemplation I finally came to a conclusion. I hope this conclusion speaks volumes to you as it has to me. If there actually exists a "Kingdom Come", it will be very damn close to being at MPB.
Here I have very humbly put down my thoughts of this wonderful place; Put down with very inexperienced hands indeed. This is my last homage to the place where we all literally grew up. And if I have been able to urge a teardrop or two out of you, then I shall have been successful in showing you the love we share for this institution.
As the last of the students trudge home, our beloved school is bathed in gold with the last few waning rays of the slowly setting sun. In the last moments of sunset, our school is transformed into the Kingdom come.
"Suddenly, I'm not half the man I used to be
There's a shadow hanging over me.
Oh, Yesterday came suddenly"
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