The Lasts and the Coincidences

We had our general rehearsal, our last rehearsal, for our graduation which will happen hours from now. We had our last Tuesday, our last Recess, our last stay in our classroom, our last Lunch time, our last stroll in the hallways, our last prayer as a batch, and the last time I'd be staying in the campus after school time.

And 'twas a mixture of emotions: happiness, sadness, regret, contentment, everything.We let out our first set of tears when we had our last prayer as a class (10-Concern, the Alpha Company). It was led by two of the talented choir members and we all sang Lead me Lord and sniffs and hiccups were echoing in that four-walled area.

Then we had our general rehearsal for later's graduation and as soon as the processional music entered our hearing, all of us had a sudden synchronized beating of the heart, evident in our expressions and heavy sighs. Then the thought of "graduating tomorrow" hit my nervous and uneasy mind. We started to dramatically (you can really feel the slowmotion-ness of the entire scenario) walk along the aisle and proceeded to our seats. Which mine's in front.

We endured the warmth and the light, with the same warmth and light that we'll be enduring later on.

And to end my last day before graduation, I spent the remaining two hours (we ended at 3:30 but I'm fetched at 5:30) chitchatting with Louise, an incoming Senior this June. I was about to tell her something important and coincidentally she's about to tell me something important too. And coincidentally, we were referring to the same person, to the same situation. We then continued our conversation and again, coincidentally, we almost had the same situation. It was as if history repeated. She experienced the same experiences as I had. Though not EXACTLY THE SAME experiences. It was then I realized that I just met the "soul sister" I had been looking for ever since last year. Someone who I can confront to with all those soap opera-like dramas. Although we met earlier in my senior year because (and ALL THANKS) to our membership in Children of Mary, we got closer just a few weeks ago, the last February week.

High school never ends. Metaphorically and literally speaking. With my aspired vocation, I'll be part of the lives of those people who'll be experiencing high school. Just as how my teachers are part of mine.

All I can say is that I'm proud and happy that I had my high school in CIC. And at 4:30 this afternoon, I shall take part in our 86th Commencement Exercises, not only as a successful honoree, not only as a proud student, not only as a victorious graduate, but also as a better person molded in my 12 years in CIC. Ü