Between some heartaches and handshakes, finals and denials, fire and ice, do’s and drools, yellows and blues it has all been a jazzy papier mâché of one ripened teenage dream. Now, nostalgic glimpses are flashing and the tender sore of leaving everything behind has started to cuddle.
Those days where warm tears skipped down our cheeks and plunged into the pages of our alleged diversion and those late nights with yawny mornings resulting in droopy eyes and crabby moods. Caffeinated shots and aerated guzzles to take-outs and leftovers, we are suddenly so proud, so protective about everything post graduation had to offer; from tea at induction to tequila at ceremony.
Relationships we shared with our classmates, social groups, teachers, juniors, staff and strangers all as if played a sonata on a rubber band. There were days where some came so close that everything else around them became a bokeh and then moments where our infuriation exhaled fumes so hot beads of sweat appeared on our foreheads. Through the searing summers and nippy winters, the elasticity of hot and cold has somehow loosened our hostility and immaturity and cushioned us to become slightly more soft, tolerant. Or so we would like to believe.
We filled our famishes with flavors from every fabric. From the soft foam of our espressos and smileys on our lattes to the sprinkles of sunny showers and the browns of dusty fields, music from the dance parties and smell of freshly melted wax from birthday parties. Vapors of loud colors sprayed our everyday, embellished under diverse forms of music and merriment. Made-to-order.
Crisscrossing our conduits through the laughs and lies we voyaged through the most magnificent times of any student; one where we were looked upon with respect and esteem and where we reciprocated with that branded student sparkle. Because that’s how we identify ourselves: young adults who came in with seasoning and spice and who leave with prudence and many more stories to swank about. And perhaps exaggerate.
The bell’s going to ring and school, for once and for all, will end.