pseudo-EMO

It's funny how I miss school a little, missing the activity and the bustle of it, and maybe it's also because I don't get to see schoolmates as often now. Yet I wouldn't want to go back to school in a different capacity, say as a senior or even as a teacher; it just isn't quite the same. Maybe it's because it had been a full four years there, so bonds and relationships forged there perhaps run a little deeper, and memories linger longer.

I felt the same way leaving two years of secondary school behind. While maybe I didn't quite like the curriculum and those who imparted it then, I did have quite a few friends that, on hindsight, I found quite hard to leave without feeling even a little tinge of sadness. I still keep in touch with some of them, but as it is always, it isn't quite the same.

But this time, I believe these same emotions would definitely be stronger (even though I believe most of my friends think me almost emotionless). The end of 2008 signalled a closure to many things I had been previously familiar with, education and all. Perhaps the advancement to something more foreign and the reluctant venture out of my comfort zone leaves me a little helpless, and honestly it is quite distressing.

But leaving so much behind and all the what-could-have-been feelings... sigh.