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after a million firsts this week is going to be a beautiful bittersweet compilation of my last firsts.
my last first day of school, my last school diary, my last first foyer assembly.
it feels like yesterday i was burdened by an extra textbook i carried to school a a first grader,
the biggest problem in my life was that i told my friend to break a pencil and he was able to do it but we got shouted at for breaking a pencil.
fourth grader me would not believe she got into student council,
that she made it to twelfth standard in a matter of minutes.
it was yesterday that i was the head of the cheshire cat, my best annual day role, i’m so proud of nine year old me.
just a few hours ago today i was a fifth grader who proudly announced i wanted to become an astronaut and go to mars but i wanted to write a musical before that.
and a few minutes ago, i was an eighth grader arguing about brutus and julius caesar and human nature,
a tenth grader rethinking my life decisions and crying when i got my final exam results.
i suddenly grew up a second ago.
there’s no way back.
it’s how djo says- it’s the end of the beginning.
we keep moving forward, we’re pawns hoping to get to the end of our column unscathed
so we can transform into stealthier knights or a castle perhaps.
we’re galloping in a field- we don’t know if we’re even going in the right direction
we just want to reach somewhere.
soon i won’t be a teenager anymore.
i won’t have to worry about broken pencils and annual day- imagine not complaining about school every day.
it seems far away. i hope it stays like that.

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Milomi
On 1st April, 2024.

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