20/04/2025
Long story short—we made it. We survived.
It feels almost surreal that we're already parting ways. Wasn’t it just yesterday when we awkwardly walked into the classroom for the first time, unsure of what the year would bring? And now, here we are—hearts full, bags packed with memories.
This school year has been a rollercoaster of emotions. Honestly, I never imagined we’d grow this close. I used to believe that Grade 8 was my peak, my highlight—but I was wrong. It was this year. It was this section. It was you.
You gave color to my days, laughter to my quiet moments, and strength when I doubted myself. And for that, I will be forever grateful. The friendships, the bond, the chaos, the jokes, the tears ( of my oa friend, nekol ren naborti ), the teamwork—everything. I will carry them with me always.
I hope you treasure this school year as deeply as I do. I’m so, so proud of each and every one of you—not just for your achievements, but for your growth, your kindness, your resilience. I hope you’re proud of yourselves too. You should be.
Thank you for your effort during practices, your creativity in making props, your energy, your patience, and your support. Thank you for making this year beautiful—for me and for each other.
It's been an honor to serve y'all. Adios, and take care always. 💝
𝗪𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 — 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗣𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁, 𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗳𝗳.
