Twelve Years As The Cocoon Hatches

Sometimes you will never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory. – Dr. Seuss

It’s strange to think that in less than a year, on coming home we won’t be greeted by the question “How was school today?” rather “What did you do in college today?” the moments we said “today, you know what happened in school…” will change into “today in college …” Who would have thought that something so stressful, so taxing, a place we have to wrestle our alarm clocks for would end up becoming a place we will remember forever by the lessons, the friendships and the memories it gave us.
Standing up on stage, for the last time, receiving blessings and certificates with the people who you watched grow up in front of all those who watched you grow up. Sharing the last moments with the amazing teachers who have had to deal with our pointless questions and classroom “shaitaniyan” and our friends, rather “Partners in mischiefs” who have been with us from the start till the end, will surely be missed.

Having actually given it a thought now, I really do wish I could stay in school a little longer. It may be because I’m afraid of what life’s got in store. We’ll no longer have that one “favourite” teacher who we can run to, to get us out of trouble, nor will we have that teacher who constantly nags us to complete our work.

Even when we’re just a few weeks into our vacations, we are already waiting for school to start again so we can meet our friends and have something to do. After 12th we’ll miss all that. College life will be different, everyone for themselves, independent, striving to make their future. It will be what growing up is really about, the time when we will wish to be treated more like children despite constantly complaining of being treated like a baby in our adolescent years.

As the last year of school approaches, it has a taste of what it feels like when you’re leaving one place where you knew you were special and happy. The thing I’ll miss the most is the routine, certainty, knowing how things are done, being guided every step of the way, having a shoulder to cry on, someone to share your lunch with even in the middle of classes, the little class pranks, the bus rides, the adrenaline rush you’d get in the morning of an exam when everyone approaches you asking their doubts, hanging out in the canteen, the moment you’d wait for library and games so that you can sleep and get updated with the latest gossip, the bets we’d place on the pettiest of things and other small yet meaningful little glorious things.

Our time as a caterpillar has expired; our wings are ready to fly.

Aishley Jain
Class XII B
K.R. Mangalam World School Gurgaon

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