I've graduated. And yes, I'm now officially out of secondary school, and on my way to JC. Well, truthfully, I wish I didn't have to leave. I did not want to leave, and I'd expect that many of my friends feel the same way. However, we must move on. I guess that it's more of the fact that I'm now no longer an RI boy, but rather, some RJ dude. It's kind of sad that the school in which I spent my last four years in would be just right next to us, but where will be the times when we could walk around in those corridors doing all sorts of stuff?

I'll always remember those hallowed hallways, those one-of-a-kind cheers, the attempts to make fun of our year head (not to mention that many succeeded), and all the fun, joy, peace, laughter, hurt, sadness, memories and treasures that we held in common.

Let's face it. I'm older now.