16/04/2025
๐๐ท ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ผ ๐ป๐ธ๐ธ๐ถ,๐๐ฎ ๐ต๐ช๐พ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐พ๐ท๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ต ๐๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ป๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ญ,๐ฌ๐ป๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐พ๐ท๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ต ๐๐ฎ ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ช๐ต๐ฎ๐ญ, ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ป๐ฎ๐ ๐พ๐ท๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ต ๐ฒ๐ฝ ๐ฑ๐พ๐ป๐ฝ.
๐ฉโด๐,๐๐ฝโฏ ๐โดโด๐ ๐พ๐ ๐๐ฝโฏ ๐๐ถ๐โฏ,๐ท๐๐ ๐โฏ ๐ถ๐โฏ ๐โด๐.
๐บ๐ท๐ป๐ฝ๐ฌ - ๐ต๐ถ๐น๐จ ๐ซ๐จ๐๐จ | ๐บ๐ 2024โ2025
๐ฏ๐ฝโฏ ๐ป๐พ๐๐ถ๐ ๐ทโฏ๐๐ ๐ฝ๐ถ๐ ๐๐๐โ,๐ท๐๐ ๐พ๐๐ โฏ๐ธ๐ฝโด ๐๐๐ถ๐๐ ๐พ๐ โด๐๐ ๐ฝโฏ๐ถ๐๐๐.
To our adviserโthank you for being the quiet shelter when the world felt too heavy. You didnโt just teach usโyou held us up when we were breaking. You gave us strength when we didnโt have any left. Even when we were stubborn, tired, or distantโฆ you stayed. You cared. You believed in us when we couldn't believe in ourselves. You will always be part of who we are becoming.
To our teachersโthank you for being patient with our tired eyes, our unfinished work, our silent cries. We didnโt always say it, but you changed us. You mattered. And weโll carry your love with us, even when weโre no longer seated in your class.Thank you for every lesson, not just the ones written on the board, but the ones that shaped our hearts. Your presence made our journey meaningful.
To my classmatesโฆ
No one warned us that this would hurt.
That the ordinary daysโthose noisy mornings, the shared snacks, the group works and group tearsโwould one day be the moments weโd beg to relive.I keep thinkingโฆ maybe tomorrow, weโll laugh again in that same room. But tomorrow will come, and weโll be somewhere else. Somewhere apart.
And thatโs what makes this goodbye so painful.
Weโre not just leaving a room.
Weโre leaving the version of ourselves that only existed with each other.
The silence that will follow after all the laughter, the empty chairs where you once sat, the absence Iโll feel when I realize I canโt turn around and find you thereโฆ Iโll miss it all.
-๐ฉโด๐๐ถ๐น๐พ๐ถ๐.......................................
๐ท:Shaime Monique S. Socito
๐: Charles Jose T. Tenio