Tomorrow is graduation.
We the class of June 2009, are graduation.
Graduation is tomorrow, for us.
No matter how many times I say it, I cannot seem to fathom that ICPU has ended. We the kids who were considered the "super seniors" of ICPU, after three semesters, are graduating. It weird, something over a year and a half can have such an impact. Then again, ten days in Outward Bound, was enough for me to get all nostalgic for a very long time. Needless to say, this is definitely has made its mark in my books.
Entering college, I was all prepared, maybe try and be someone a little different. Of course we all end up the same as we always were all along. No matter how hard you try and fool yourself. My first ICPU friend, I won't forget, Mr Yuvanes Kumar. Hehe. Who would have thought, a year down the line, we'd be this close. Then of course Niro, my funny, loud, crazy, obsessive friend who is totally and utterly in love with Mr Meyer. The girl who befriended this weird girl, sitting by herself in front of class. Maybe the identical timetables were a blessing in disguise. :) Of course Kim and Sash were one of the first friends in OS too. Then Niro and I decided to invite Aqil over to our table during our four hour long break on fateful afternoon. And from there Nabeel joined us after English everyday. Nawwar of course too, our first semester friend, oh we felt cool. Sabrina, Tiya, John too. Sean Kingston, random trips to Pyramid for lunch and countless random afternoons in the cafeteria or AC. ICPU Season 1. Haha.
Not to mention the teachers, Mrs Tan and Mr Mac. Both amazing educators. Mr Mac, was an unbelievable person. It was such an honour to have had him as a teacher, nonetheless a mentor, a friend. He was never hesitant to lend a helping hand. Introduced us to the whole ICPU style. Was never unfair or judgemental. Amazing teacher, who I would never dare to forget. Come to think of it, he had always predicted that I would go to York. If I had had the chance to let him know. We planned to go visit him, up in Bolton. No matter where we ended up. He is deeply missed.
Back to my reminiscence. Those summer holidays were really good. We did all sorts of crap. And when the new semester begun, we were nothing but enthusiastic. Starting a new semester, boy were we excited. So the gang expanded and grew. Our new friends, Dhanraj, Pras, Aryan, Daniel. We were loud and probably annoyed half the people in the cafeteria. Stressed over calculus like shit. Maybe that was just me. Movies on Friday nights. Random outings. Pool. Wanoy, Zoe, Shiori, Kamal, Tania. We all branched out. It was good. Never forgetting Mr Ari of course. LAN classes. Funny, but I'm glad I passed first time round. It was the one semester I felt like I was outside my own body, watching everything, everyone. Open houses, Eighteenth birthdays.
Christmas break. The break I needed. Nawwar, Nabeel and the bunch graduated. This time we were a little scared for another new semester. Knowing no one would ever replace these awesome friends. Nabeel left (I cried buckets). It was all weird, a little different. Very new. But we adjusted, and needless to say, it was unforgettable. We made awesome new friends. Fresh blood. Haha. :) Andrew, my kawan down the street. Aaron, technically we knew each other since Eng 4U, but only really became friends this sem. Jaskiret, and his 6 am bullshit. Yusur, our queen on gossip. :) Accounts. World Issues. Econs. One girl and eight guys Morning Mcdonalds breakfast. After school movies. Three girls and a guy lunches. Mr Saint, Ms Christie, Mr Moaz. Hear Us Out II, Student Council, Water Wednesdays, Econs Edu Fair, GIN Conference. Shit, so much, beyond so much happened this semester. Friendships formed, long table discussions, heartbreaks, fights, tears, laughter, joy. Every emotion.
Prom, oh gosh, prom. Prom was good. It was everything and more. We had fun, we laughed, we danced. Plus the food was good. Getting ready in the room was hilarious, screaming from end to end. Rushing to get everyone's hair done. Freaking over makeup. Trying to fix wardrobe malfunctions. Corsages. (Thanks Dhanraj!) It was good, and I'm glad I got to spend it with my friends. After, as we sat around on the floor in a circle. It hit me. We all had our way to go. After tomorrow, all piling out of here, one after another. But that night, it didn't matter, we laughed and talked and it was just like all those afternoons in the cafeteria. We were just us, together, in the moment. No matter what, everyone had been through, personally, or together. It really did seem like we were all happy. :) Good times. I have to say, I was a little choked up as we sat at AC the next afternoon, like we had, countless times before.
