Three days ago I finished the 7th grade. Wow. Such a small statement, but a lot of meaning.
Three days ago I finished the 7th grade. Any normal person would be all "WAHOO!" right about... now. But somehow, that feeling never came to me. Instead, a sad feeling started to overcome me. Tears filled my eyes, as I had to say goodbye to people. Some just for the summer, and some forever. Goodbye is probably the hardest thing to say. When someone says sorry, you don't have to mean it in any case. But, goodbye, is meaningful when said to anybody. In a boarding school, what starts out as friendship, turns into family.
At the end of the semester, I felt like a part of the family. The connections I had with my classmates and friends were unbelievably strong. Even with the people I thought hated me, they really meant something to me in the end.
It would be hard to leave my family for 2 months, and that too, to spend that time with another family. It gets sort of confusing, switching between the two. And then you ask yourself, to whom do I really belong? I mean, you share the same blood as your immediate family, but you spend more time with your Woodstock family. The truth is that they're both your family, and they unite together to become one family.
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We all are "on loan" to each other from our Creator. There is something very final about some good-byes. So, we relish and invest ourselves into the people we meet and live among and express gratefulness for the chance to have known them. You say it so very well!
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