Spirit of the tiger lives on
June 2, 2015
As I said in the first article I wrote this year, the spirit within this school is vastly more unbelievable than any other school I’ve been to. I know what it’s like and I know somewhat how it feels, but I can’t imagine how the seniors can handle saying goodbye for more than ever.
My present thoughts exceed how I precisely felt at the first assembly. How I felt when the seniors sang their song for goodbyes can only somewhat be put into words, as it is difficult for emotions to be put on paper.
I instantly told myself in my head as they sang their goodbyes, “If this is just a portion of how it feels to say goodbye forever to most of the people you’ve known since you were a child, I don’t want to be a senior. I don’t want to grow up, but at the same time, I need to get there. I need to say my goodbyes or I’ll be left here while the others move ahead. I know what it’s like leaving like that, but I don’t know what it’s like, leaving forever.”
Feelings strike and tears are shed as songs were sung, and I can only say this one thing: “I won’t say goodbye. I’ll just say till I see you again old friend.”