Friends come and go. I just think that
it is too fast to say goodbye to my old classmates then I have to say
hello to my new classmates. Please take me in anywhere situations but
not this. I hate to say goodbye even I just have to let them move to
another class.
Still
remember the first time I met them, I did not even know their names. At
that time, I did not feel confuse because I still had some of my
known-friends there. I just thought that I did not even care if I do
not know them. But time goes by and yeah we had to adapt with others. I
was getting little difficult but so far it was an amazing class.
Like
a normal life, of course we could not escape from problems. From the
easiest one to the hardest one, we tried to solve it with cold-head.
Sometimes, someone needed to mad if we were in chaos.
From
nothing to be something, it was not as easy like it says. Thirty-one
characters and it was impossible if none of us never talking about
anyone who are members of our class. We could just talking behind them
without any brave to say in front of them.
Competition was normal as usual, so I will not tell you about this.
1
year have spent with sit together in classrooms, 12 months with stories
to tell, 365 days (not exactly maybe) with lessons which we can take
from it, 8760 hours have been through with lot of experiences which
will not be same with others, 525600 minutes with many conversations between
us and 31536000 seconds with our hopes, wishes and dreams about what we
will be in the future.
Science
and social. Both of them make us to choose, which one is the best for
our future. And both of them make us to move, being separate, then say
goodbye. We all have different hopes, wishes and dreams. But we have
one purpose which is exactly same. All of us want the best for our
life, not only at the future but also at the present.
It
does not matter if we are being separate now, because I know it just
temporary. Someday I believe, we will say hello again. Met by our
hopes, wishes and dreams, which are already come true. Amin.
Ideologies separate us. Dreams and anguish bring us together.
Eugene Ionesco