7:15 AM
2H.
The BEST class in the whole of river valley high school. Soon it will be no more. But the hours will always be forever more, no matter how torturous or happy they were. It will still be the best class. It will be the best class that has ceased to exist.
But the best class's laughter will echo in the classroom of 2H. And the best class's bickering will resound in the ruptured eardrums of the 33 individuals.
This classroom will be given to another 33, 32, or perhaps 34 people. The rightful owners of this classroom will be sent off, separated, divided, forced into the other classrooms.
But they rightful owners' hearts can never be ripped away from each other by mere physical absence. And the 33 rightful owners' claim to the classroom will always remain. It is known to the world.
Like pieces from a broken vase they will still form a wHole. A wHole piece of memories. And this wHole piece of memories burns like a sizzling furnace in our minds, too hot to handle.
Just yesterday, we were still being orientated to this new school. But today, we were getting ready to being orientated to a new class.
Just a while ago, we were in the cowshed. But in awhile more, we're going to be lost cows in an unfamiliar shed.
Just before I blinked, we were having fun in the class chalet. But after I opened my eyes, I saw that we were having fun in the last camp we were to have as a class.
I can still picture, on the first day together. The whole of our class. Everyone was in a circle, a circle of fear, of grief, and of love for our previous class. I can imagine our last day together. The whole of our class. Everyone will be in a circle, a circle of fear, of grief, and of love, stronger than ever, for THIS class.
I can see our tear-streaked faces on this dreaded last day. Every one of ours. But it would be better to cry together than to laugh without each other.
And so we will cry. We will cry knowing that we are together.
And then we will part. We will part knowing that we will remain together.
There would be “Graduation” playing in the air. And yes. We WILL remember, all the times we had together. As our lives change, from whatever, we will still be friends forever. This has never seemed so real. It was all a nice song until now.
Because now, it is more than a nice song. It is OUR song.
It isn’t a very long time. We all know that. Let’s learn to cherish even the scolding from our teachers, because we are scolded as a class.
Because we do everything as class.
Because we are a class.
- #21 and #22 of the best class ever.
