To March or not to March

It’s 4:40 AM, and few hours from now I’ll be marching up the stage to get the diploma I’ve been dying to get.

Strangely, I want that time to creep slowly. Because any moment now I’ll be bidding sweet goodbye to beautiful memories.

It’s true. The starting and finish lines don’t really matter much compared to the journey itself.

Ah, change. Sir Yap once said not to be afraid of change. Still, I’m deathly scared. For the last two years, I’ve considered my friends and school a home, and leaving them is like losing a piece of myself.