Returning to High School Again

       Time to farewell to my old memories. I have been immersed in the past since the day of high school graduation, considering it one of the most gleeful periods of my life. Nevertheless, I don’t want to spend much time recalling those good old days again, ending up accomplishing nothing for the remained years just like what I have done in the first year. Therefore, I am fully aware that I have to compose myself and get ready for the next journey. Then going back to the previous school is a requisite, isn’t it?

        Consequently, I decided to go back to high school to meet with my friend, who used to be my classmate for the whole three years. It’s quite a distance from my home to school, especially going there for five days successively. The route starts from the MRT station, and after arriving at the R6 station, I still need to transfer to a bus or the LRT. Unfortunately, I always fail to catch up to them, and it takes time to wait for the next shift since there are very few buses, which is also the main reason why I frequently being late for school (is it?).

        The former scenes came to my mind along the way to school. I still could see a girl in the uniform rush into the MRT station. Sometimes she happened to run into her classmates who were also late for school, and they would either engage in a conversation or look at the words in the monthly magazines for the forthcoming exams. In the classroom, there were friends seated nearby her. During ten-minute breaks, lunchtime, and the way to other classrooms, they gathered together all the time, exchanging entertaining information or academic ones. The atmosphere was so brisk and full of joyousness. It is grieving for me to perceive that getting used to being solitary is one of the essential things to learn in college, even though I surely comprehend that being alone is not dreadful at all.

        After arriving at school, my friend and I played badminton in the late afternoon. The sky was still bright then, embellished with various fluffy clouds. She looked as same as one year ago, except for her hairstyle. Her energy was still vital, too. We laughed out loud for some ridiculous movements we made just as before, the only difference was that we wouldn’t wear the uniform anymore. Afterward, we left the school and had a hot pot as dinner, which we used to consume before studying in the library. So many places we have been to before, and so many memories in those places.

         I hardly go back to school since graduation, merely thinking of it from time to time. Returning to old school and meeting up with an old friend before starting physical classes in another country is a kind of liberation to some degree, the liberation of mental isolation. Apart from that, I also transferred to the ideal university, then there shouldn’t be any excuse not to enjoy the moment and not to live like an authentic undergraduate, right?