Boiling Frog

Well due to the post title, I must explain that just like that theory the reality of finishing school did not hit me until the beginning of the end (to make it sound from a movie) and by that I mean the beginning of the last day.

Now I've been all over the place with my years at high school, but 2008 has without a doubt been my best year since. This final day at school has wrapped it up so perfectly that not even tears could express my.. Joy. because i'm not sad, yet not particularly elated once again God is simply blessing me with the simple acceptance of where I stand in my current circumstances.

there really are no words to describe it, yet following trend of everyone else who has said "it left me speechless" I’ll keep writing anyway :) I feel God answering my prayers more and more recently, maybe it’s just that I haven't noticed in the past? but regardless I look back on my years of school and realise how heartfelt it was when all the adults lectured me about "I wish I was back in school! make the most of it" School really is the beginning of any life, the building of oneself, the learning. Be it practically, spiritually, relationally, friendly, physically, mentally and lets not forget academically! When you find yourself stepping out of childhood and into the adult world as the illustration may be regardless of whether or not we were ready for it at different points in our lives, the end of this beginning is the puss off the ledge that makes you finally realise "it's all over." As a friend of mine wrote in her song, 'we have all been waiting for this day to come, now we cant believe its here'

But rather than moan, mourn or have regret I find myself celebrating, firstly that I made it through with all my other dilemmas life has thrown at me and secondly because it truly has been an establishment of my life, my personality, my friendships and ultimately my purpose in life. I can now finally be on the alternate end of the lecture and tell you that I would rather stay at school, I can now lecture anyone (from my heart) and tell them 'you truly have no idea how these years of your life are the best'

And as I sit here, reminiscing and playing what would literally be a movie of my time in school, with my minds eye and memory in overdrive trying to piece all the good times together I cannot help but cry tears, tears of joy and complete satisfaction.
I have always felt sorry for drop outs, not only because the majority of them are simply drop kick losers in life but now also because they miss out on so much, so much opportunity, so many tears, so much laughter, so many friends, so many memories.

there really is nothing I can say to wrap this up nicely except.

Long live Class of 2008, Hutt Valley High School.