The Last of All.

I was in grade 3 when I joined Indian School Muscat. I remember setting foot in the school for the first time ever for an entrance exam accompanied by my mother. Entering from one way and exiting from another, confused us greatly. I was 8 years old and yet on the first day of school, I was late. Perhaps, I wasn't used to getting up that early in the morning for school (And I still am not, to be very honest!) I was so fascinated by the ACs in my classroom more than anything else. The welcome was warm and the teachers wonderful.

It's been 8 years since that day. Now here I am in Grade 12, the last year of schooling. It's fascinating to know how time flew so fast. Just yesterday I was a small girl of 8 and now I am an adolescent aged 17, in the last year of her school! I still can't believe the fact that in another one year I will be done with school. I had never even thought about this, till I bought my books for grade 12. 

Even though I still cuss every morning as my alarm rings, I am grateful for what the school has offered me. I was offered with various types of friends, some bad and some good. It offered me a stage to grow on. It offered me values to be inculcated to be a good being. More than anything, it offered me education. Something that not all children are lucky to have. 

I have grown within these walls of the school, each and every day offering me some memory to retain. Within this school, I have made mistakes and grown. Within this school, I have found my talents and have gotten an opportunity to exhibit them. I have been lucky to have some wonderful teachers, who have been very kind to me and guided me whenever needed. 

Frankly speaking we ALL have been given something of importance from this place we call school. And since my fellow 12 graders and I will be the senior most batch in the whole school, let's make it count and live every bit of it. For next year, we will be bygones. But let's give ourselves and the school something to remember, let's inspire and let's laugh and cry together. 

Now even though I will still cuss when my alarm rings tomorrow at dawn, it's still our last academic year and I want to make it count. 

To all those who have left this school or are in grade 12 or are done with schooling or just anyone affiliated to this school once: 

"Once an ISMite, Always an ISMite." 

-Hiranshi.