I cannot even begin to describe what my school has given me. On entering the school, with the first awkward glances from my class mates I was so sure once that I was an outcast not belonging here, coming from a different country and everything. But all of them gave me a reason to belong here, each and every single one of them gave me a smile and a moment to cherish, and they have no idea how grateful I am for all of it.
I truly believe I am very, very luck to have got what my school has offered me. They've helped me discover myself, and through thick and thin, stood by me even when they had no reason to. They've completely shaped whatever I am today. These words that I'm typing right now wouldn't have been possible if Ms Atia hadn't taught me all the correct tenses, this blog wouldn't exist if Ms. Saeed hadn't prompted me in my English, I wouldn't have an ISEO award to my name if it weren't for Ms. Rida pushing me to go audition for my very first elocution - and looking back, this school has practically given me everything.
You'd never find such good company anywhere in the world. Where people don't judge you by your looks, your grades or where you come from - they just appreciate you for being you. I admit that I was late to realize it, but realize I did. People always tell me you'd not get the innocence in friendship other than in school, and I realize that it's true. They didn't have to make me smile, they didn't have to try to make me talk, they didn't have to appreciate my write ups, but they did all that, and they gave me my purpose. Every time the tears fell, they'd be there to back me and whisper words of comfort. And I'm so thankful for that. I hope I was there for them as much as they were for me.
I will never forget strutting into those grey gates and realizing it was almost like Home, I will never forget the pointless things we did when we had free periods, I will never forget that Jay Bay rap, I will never forget feeling important in council meetings, I will never forget that moment Ms. Sarwar announced my name as the English Secretary and how everyone cheered me on, I will never forget feeling alive like never before drumming away on plastic bottles amongst a huge crowd of X C supporters during Elections, I will never forget the bow Ms. Hamid taught me to do after an elocution performance, I will never forget Ms. Seema for congratulating me when I recited my own poem, I will never forget how Ammi came back from parent teacher meetings always smiling and telling me about how every teacher though it wasn't even necessary to talk about my progress, I will never forget walking up the two stairs to get my report card every time my name was announced as the first position holder in a grade, I will never forget IX - C and it's flight of stairs that we somehow got attached to, and now refer it to 'our stairs', I will never forget the famous fan of our class, I will not forget thinking how the council did nothing each year and go to bed dreaming if I'd be in the council one day, I will not forget the Bake Sale and all the efforts we had to make for it, I will not forget Lollipopers or F.F. for that matter and even though both of those ideas were the lamest group that ever existed I found friends worth fighting for, I will never forget the stupid discussions we had over Pet Society, I will never forget that Iftaar at KFC, I will never forget the trip to Tapal factory, I will never forget the stupid games X C came up with like the sitting-down-on-your-knees-hand-in-hand ring-aaaaa-roses, the water balloons, the chocolate chocolate games, I will never forget the absolutely hysterical music classes, I will never forget the laughter attacks in Ms Niaz's class, I will never forget how Sir Muneer was an absolute pain to us and we were an absolute pain to him, I will never forget the kind of jokes and hysterias everyone went into in computer class, I will never forget Sir Saleem's weirdness that was so awesome, I will never forget 'Bye Beta', I will not forget the breakdowns we all had during exams, I will never forget performing my duty upstairs during the Assembly and looking down at that assembled state of my school, and feeling a sense of pride, unless ofcourse a bee came in and everyone screamed and covered their ears and dispersed - I will not forget.
The teachers I've had the honor of being a student of are the best most dedicated of their kind you will ever find. Honestly, they've all so worked hard on all of us, and they'll always be in my prayers. I hope I can be a sadqae-jariah to them.
It was an incredible decade. But it's amazing how this is only the beginning. But one thing's for sure: everything here has shaped me up for whatever is to come.
Even though it's been a wonderful past, by no means do I mean to hold on to it. The future lies ahead, and I've had my ups and downs, but the road just gets tougher, and so do I. Change will be hard, but it will be a welcome chance to broaden my horizons and set free of somewhat of this jail I've set up for myself. Change will be hard, but it will be worth it. It's been a great journey, and now that we've steered this ship almost safely to the shore, here comes another journey. Alot more waves, and alot more storms to brave. But it's a new day and it will bring out the best in me, Inshallah. I hope that it does in all of us.
Thankyou to every person here that has helped me become who I am. Thankyou for arming me with some of the most important lessons that I've learnt. And now we begin in the wake of a hopefully greater beginning. And greater it shall be, Insha'allah.
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