I took out my earphones, stepping into the school that was just like a second home to me. My then-happy spirits slowly emptied from me like a child after someone stole its candy. I watched as my fellow Year Sixes spread their arms out wide, letting anyone sign their Graduation jackets and t-shirts that we’d held on to so affectionately for the year. My friends had yet to arrive, causing me to text them as much as possible. I couldn’t stand the thought of not seeing them.
The instant my friends ran through that gate, we all bunched up and conversed about the year to come. We did just as everyone else was; letting everyone sign us like void canvases. The teachers slowly came outside, asking us politely to take our classroom chairs outside for the afternoon assembly.
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We did as we were told, lining up our seats. It was just as much of a memory as everything else was. Heaping them up, then after assembly rushing over as soon as we could to get the best chairs (the ones that didn’t have rubber stoppers on them so we could lean back and forth). My class single-filed into the classroom, all preparing for our assembly where we would be performing and remembering the dances we’d performed at our Year Six Graduation.
The teacher walked us out, and we sat quickly down on our mats which we’d placed on the hard pavement. I can’t recall that assembly. I can only truly remember the pure adrenaline mixed with sadness that was rushing through me as I waited for our turn to go up to the front.
When we were finally called, we all knew we had to put on our best performance. We had to leave the best impression we could on the students, the parents, the teachers, and everyone. I heard the melody gradually grow from behind me and I began dancing my heart out; just like I had on Graduation night.
When our dances were finally complete, we were allowed to go inside to sign Graduation bears. Around this time was the primary source of tears, causing one of the Year 6 teachers to try his hardest to be a hero. He proceeded to play one of our favorite Graduation songs and watched us all flock inside to perform. This was astounding for approximately five minutes until the tune ceased. We all went straight back to the hall and moped around as we had before.
Our teacher that year was the best I’ve ever had and the best I ever will have. She was such a kind soul to us that she gifted us each a small Santa Cruz pencil case, which typically goes for around $15 each. You can comprehend how much she cared about us when you know this was a set of 20+ students. She also gave us laminated cards which told us what she thought we were most likely to become as we grew up. I was given ‘Most Likely to Become an Author’, which I’m still proud of.
We were shortly allowed outside where we could take photos on our phones and sign each other's Graduation jackets and t-shirts. You could hear the combined noises of all of us sobbing, photos being taken of red and teary-eyed faces. We were like a flock of birds; all following each other around, asking for photos with whomever we could just for any last bit of a memory we could manage.
The students lined themselves up in whichever order we’d like on the staging in front of the school. There, parents flocked in to steal photographs of us. My mother took quite a few of the Year Sixes, most of which made my face completely blurry. My friends sobbed around me, supporting each other by any means they could.
The time following school was one of the most challenging parts of the day for me. My mum drove me over to the Highpoint shopping center, cheering me up quite a bit. However, her endeavors to console me still didn’t stop me from texting my friends until one in the morning about how much I missed them.
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