Six hours early, six hours later

Six hours early (6 AM - 12 NN)

A shocked and confused expression from my class adviser, an embarrassing drama-like fall on the hallway, and a panicking pair of classmates welcomed my morning on the last day of the school year wherein seniors were not expected to be around (because of the previous night's event). But I had to be in school since the copies of our school paper had to be distributed to the students before they would leave.

I was pretty proud of our school paper. Well, layout editor as I am, this year's newspaper is awesome-er, I have to admit. In my opinion, that is.I, together with 10 fellow seniors, counted the copies per class and had to travel through hallways just to have the copies "delivered". And it was a successful task. Other than that, we were able to own the coated version of the school paper; the glossy magazine-type, that is.

We also planned on our yearbook, ate food, talked about the previous night and its epic scenes, love life and all the teases, and of course: graduation. Which is three friggin' days away. And I don't want to think about graduating yet.

For the whole morning, we were sleeping-eating-talking-laughing-counting in the publication office and 'twas pretty fun. Took lunch together and had to go to the nearest (and it's really really near) fast food chain - Jollibee.

Six hours later (12 NN - 6 PM)

We had to rest in the publication office after the day's work and we were fortunate since the auditorium was still closed. We had a countdown of our "last minutes" of staying and cherish the time to sleep. But we failed since we had a lot of jokes and laughs. We had a "hangover" and we just can't stop laughing, even during our walk (haha sounds as if the place is far) towards the auditorium. And we were asked to hurry since we were the ones who were waited by the others and therefore we ended up running but the laughter was still there.

We prepared ourselves and were told we would have the processional first. And of course, as conscious ladies as we are, we fixed our uniforms, hair, and the like but still couldn't get off the evil grins from our faces. And it would be scary to look at, most especially we'll be leading the batch during the processional.

The music started and the spirit of graduation filled the atmosphere. We started walking and reached our seats. Which are in front. Hit by the warm lights. And really obvious to the eyes of the audience. Well, it was a good thing though. It's an acknowledgement that one will graduate with honors. That includes me, modesty aside. :)

We practiced our Holy Mass songs, our bowing, our receiving of diplomas, our graduation song, and the recessional.Each of the class gathered up in a classroom after a 30-minute break. Our yearbook pictures were distributed, and trust me, we weren't able to recognize ourselves. In our pictures, it's either we were fatter, small-eyed, older, blue-eyed, or younger. And my picture belonged to the fifth adjective. Trust me, I looked like a sixth grader.

The entire day was a fun day, started off as an alarm clock to go to school early and ended up as a soap opera (It's quite confidential and though I'm not involved, it's still not good to blurt it out here).