The point of no return....

Finally I have come to the end of my service to my beloved school. I'm reaching the age which people say, rest and enjoy the remaining time God gives you. In a way that sounds lovely, but not all have the same feelings towards that.

Since I was a child, I was always fascinated with schools, subjects, lessons, works, exams, friends, and many more.... I was always eager to start school, after holiday, because that means I would get new lessons, new things that I didn't know. I always welcomed all homework given and finished it the same day, so my classmates could see the answers, and we could discuss how or why about that.
Because of limited activities we could do, even during school holidays, I reviewed all my lessons, so when school started, I was totally ready for any questions. Funny right?

High school was fun although I had to struggle a bit. I was happy being accepted in a number one school in my town, much bigger one with lots more friends, totally different yet more sophisticated teachers, more difficult subjects and work and more entertaining activities. It was awesome! I never enjoyed more that time, the first time I felt going to school was really a big thing. Finishing my junior high, I decided that I had to go to number one senior high. I worked hard, and finally I was accepted there. Yay!

I thought my senior high would be better than my junior high, but many of my school friends decided to go to number two, which was friendlier than mine. The students coming from top ranks around the town, were very competitive and less caring. I failed to make friends with any of my classmates, because I was only a year there, as I had to move to this capital.