End Of School.

So, if you're anyone from my age demographic, chances are, your school's ending too.

That is, if we all collectively pass our board exams.

But, last night I was talking to a friend about the how school's ending and how we all now need to welcome the new phase of college in our lives. And as easy it is to act nonchalant about it, i thought it'd be better to dedicate them the blog itself. 

Now, school can be shaky for everyone. We spent twelve years in a building where they claimed to develop us.

As much as I'd argue i won't be using atleast 70 percent of that knowledge, you cannot argue against the fact that school really made you who you are.

No, not just the annoying yet boring teachers that probably worship dictators in their free time. But also the teachers that genuinely made a difference...

And most importantly, the students. 

Now, even I agree, I met some people that I wish I shouldn't have met, met some people that don't really have much to do with me, and also met people I'm glad I met.

But you'll realize that that this nature of school is what teases our whole life. We meet all kinds of people, but it's in our hands as to whom we choose to be with. 

There are a lot of people walking with open hands on the footpath, really depends on you as to whose hands do you want to be holding. 

Now there are some miserable experiences like broken friendships, drawing parallels, and bitter days that we all have gone through in school. But some days are genuinely nice. The only advice that stays rock hard is that you'll be better off by considering the nice days as memories, and the bad days as lessons.  

School was honestly pretty unique if I think about it. 

Kindergarten was all about poop filled pants and unnecessary rants. I never liked other kids, they were way too noisy for a class. And there were a bunch of kids whom I thought were pretty cool but they never really let me sit with them. 

This phenomenon continued till almost third grade. Oh no, don't worry, no one used to poop their pants anymore, but there was just one group filled with cool kids and others feeling like they're missing out.

Then by fourth grade you start to mature just very slightly, you realise that your friend doesn't need to be someone. It can be anyone that you consider important and vice versa. 

Then I found some awesome friends, 7th and 8th grade was the prime for almost every kid. We "thought" we were the coolest kids in the whole school. Just the delusion is enough to keep us happy. Studies were still not serious and minecraft was still a lovely game to play after school every day.

Then we got to high school. Everything got complex. Not just studies, but everything. You realise friendship is the most important thing that you need to grow, and most importantly, it's a test of time. Along with constant exams and the inability to explain the teachers that I couldn't use bathroom in the lunch break because the boys were playing Russian roulette in there.

You realise you can make a lot of friends, but very few may genuinely care about you. Leaving it all on you to figure out who they are. You realise that some tough situations arise, where you need to choose yourself above others and some which help you learn some harsh lessons about human nature in general.

It's a hard phase that continues till 12th grade, and honestly, i can't blame anyone. You're trying to find yourself and who you want to be, but everyone around you wants you to be like them in order to be likeable. Stuck in a paradox, do we start becoming like someone else or just work upon and embrace ourselves? I'm glad i chose the latter. Not that the first one might necessarily be bad...

It's usually this age where everyone faces superiority complex for a certain period of time. It's where we go through multiple developmental phases. 

Not just puberty.

But during these times, we strenthen some connections so much that it becomes hard to let go easily of them and start a new phase of life knowing well that they might not be with you at every step. 

And to be honest, there's not much that you can do. But if you have certain people in your life that you genuinely want to be close with. Then it's you and them that need to make sure that y'all talk with each other. Maybe not as often, but every birthday, every new year, every festival, and every important date that matters to the other person.

Some friends will notice you forgot to wish them for their birthday, some friends won't notice you forgot to wish them. Some friends will wait for your wish every birthday. That's the diversity of people and human nature, and that's life.

You don't have to sit on the same bench with your friend to be with them. If you're there for steps that matter, it's enough. 

School gave you your first set of friends, now it depends on you as to what you do with them. It's a guarantee that you'll change a lot in college as well, but as long as your soul cares about the first few friends that gave you your first few cherishable memories, you'll always be in touch. Whenever it matters. To whomever it matters.

That's friendship, and that's the sole task we hold after we leave school. So as much as you might hate your school for keeping schools on Saturdays and some teachers giving extra work and scolding for no reason sometimes, you can't forget that it played a huge role in making you who you are today. Whether it was education or the people, to whichever extent.

Also, shoutout to the few special teachers, like my 11th grade entrepreneurship teacher who is the greatest of all time and probably helped me enjoy what i enjoy and be expressive when it came to my interests, and even my 11th grade English teacher, she was really chill and laidback. All my other teachers were pretty cool as well.

I hope my 12th grade English teacher stumbling upon the blog I wrote on her doesn't affect anything though.

And to that one friend or others who are worried about what's next. Everything will be fine, as long as you're determined to do the right thing and stay reverent to things that matter and stay invigorated to be a better person. You'll be alright, people who love you are with you.

Also, if by chance any school faculty member has stumbled upon this blog, please improve the handwash soap quality in our washrooms, perhaps next year - I cannot bear to see kids wash their hands with what looks like coconut milk but might be something else.