I am now in a room, sitting and facing a desktop as I type in words, phrases, sentences and even paragraphs before I click in the button which has a period sign indicating that it is done. That the book of mine this school year is done. The last year of my Junior High School will be over soon. And will welcome a new journey. I can finally say the two words I've been wanting to say throughout the journey, and that is "Tapos na". This is it. This is really it. This is the last page. The last flip. The last one. "Huling pahina, bago ang diploma."
If I am going to narrate this journey of mine, It would surely take me a long time to describe how I felt and am feeling. It will take me time to describe every unforgettable scene with wide and sometimes forced smiles, loud laughter, twinkling eyes, red faces and ears, and white eyebrows. They may seem weird but those memories made every scene better. One sitting won't be enough time because it will take a long ride to finally teach all the learnings, and realizations I have now in mind because of the amazing and awesome women I met which I formally addressed as my teachers. Yes, all my teachers are women. It feels empowering, doesn't it? The reason why the power in me became more alive is because of them. The burning inside became a flame because my friends and classmates light up something in me that is indeed a helpful part of my growing.
I remember the tears I shed because of a low score. The courage I had to gather just to be able to perform well. The prayers that help me in every situation. I remember a lot. Now that the school year is coming to its end, the memories are all over. Every little detail is becoming a huge part of my last year in junior high school. I remember all the contributions, costumes, props, surprises, dates and many many more. I can't name them all but believe me, there are plenty of them.
Now that this will be the last one. I don't know how to finally end it. I don't know how to conclude this but all I want to say or to do now is to express my gratitude to all the people who helped me get here in this position I am in now. I want every bit of it to be more worthy than ever. I want the best. Good byes can be heard. The last sands of the hour glass are slowly falling to where they should be in the very first place. The words written or typed in this page are becoming lesser and lesser in every second. I guess, this is really the end. The final page. The epilogue. Until we meet again soon. Thank you.
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@alexandras3778. Verity *bonus chapter* Verity by C.H, Hardcover, Epilogue. Pg 305. Retrieved from June 18, 2023.
@steviebonez. Jazzo Botano. Retrieved from June 18, 202
@edithlauper16. Hourglass Drawing. Retrieved from June 18, 2023.
@scriptmag. BEHIND THE LINES WITH DR: Writing Process - The Fog at the End of the Tunnel. Retrieved from June 18, 2023.
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