GOOD IDEALISM

This is odd.

This feeling. It's odd.

I sit here on an avid Tuesday night on the 26th of April, way past the deadline and trying to find the motivation and inspiration to write this last article of mine for our school paper.

So many things had already happened to me at this point in time, as the last day of school that I’m pretty sure no one cared about,  just like any other online class, my 18th birthday, which I spent a 3-day-outing with my closest friends, I got accepted in Ateneo, and am about to attend a driving class soon. 

Still, the thought of me graduating still can’t be processed by my mind. Days from now, I’ll be seeing my classmates for the first time again in two years, making that also  the last time we’re seeing each other before officially going our separate ways. Time has been so quick to pass, and honestly, in my mind, I still feel like I am that same 15 or 16-year-old (see, I don’t even remember much) who left school in 2020 because of the pandemic mandate. 

I’m not feeling teary, sad, or anything at all. At least not yet, I guess. I just know I’m missing some people whom I haven’t seen in a while, and the thought of seeing them again makes my heart do little jumps of excitement from time to time. But the exact thought of me actually leaving campus and never coming back ever again doesn’t make me feel anything. Maybe it's because my mind has already hardwired itself that whatever happens, happens— or it has also hardwired itself that we’re all just growing up, and that people going their separate ways is just normal and not something to depress oneself about. 

I guess things that happened this year also contributed to that, but the point is, as cliché as it sounds: I know this isn’t the end of everything, but the beginning of something. Maybe the beginning of my adulthood? The beginning of a successful career? Who knows.

All I know is that it doesn’t end here. Nothing ever ends, I suppose. Whether that be the friendships I made all through my teen years or the memories I’ve made throughout my high school life, they are something that I know I’ll always treasure as part of the place I call my second home.   

To PCC, thank you for being the place where I have developed my childhood, till we meet again.