school.

on school and memories.

I attribute it to my inherent flaw of being insouciant whenever my life falls into routine or lack of noteworthy events, but truth is much of my adolescent years were an absolute blur. But I assume the most memorable being 2011-2012, that crucial teen years where you attempt to distinguish yourself as your own person but still fitting in a mold. Some mold, any mold.

Of course then I found myself cruising in and out of cliques, getting into arguments, floating around trying to find solace in the 'right clique'. Not particularly pleasant memories, but monumental as signs of growth.

2012; I just recall mugging pretty hard for 'O's, daily trips to the hospital with my study group - for it's conducive environment. I still remember in the beginning of the year every student was called for counseling so we can get our head in the game for the final hurdle. Of course, that worked so well since the passing rate for English was just above 50%. Whichever, school then didn't mean more than a place I had to be in the day, the contributor to my lack of sleep, source as to why I had bad haircuts for 4 years and my favourite bells were 10:20am and 12:30pm on Fridays - recess and early release.

returning after 4 years.

Alums were invited back to school for a homecoming before it closed down for good. It was mostly sweet but I only savoured the the true purpose of the event hours after it had happened. Walking down hallways we once treaded so familiarly, the only thing that changed were us. It felt awfully strange, how foreign the classrooms seemed, even when it's filled with crowds of people. At the canteen, surreal it was to see the same auntie and uncle at the drink store, and beverages still marked up 10 cents, as it was in 2012.

Second to none during the 4 hours though, was catching up with missed connections. Then it hit me: how our lives took on its various drastic routes. Once, through chance we were all bounded by school, dazed and confused but riding on the same vehicle, journeying the same route involuntarily. But the moment we were set free, we dispersed; into the many directions we deem our goals situate.

I guess for the most parts it was closure that was good to have, or a need I never knew required.