Well, tomorrow is the last day of my school life. I cannot believe it. Nah, just kidding. I can believe it very well, because I have yearned for this day to come for a very long time.
I know what's going to happen tomorrow. I can make a 90% accurate prediction.
I'll look around and see sadness. Everyone will miss each other. How can they not? They've known each other for six years now. Everyone will write on each other's T-shirts. They'll be laughing. Some might cry a little. They will be going down memory lane, reliving their best memories with each other. I'll be a part of it, but not really. It will be my last day feeling like the outsider. My trip down memory will not even be one sixth of theirs. So tomorrow, I'll be trying to feel what my classmates are feeling. I will step in their shoes and feel their joy of fulfillment of their school lives, their reluctance to part ways. I'll listen to their fun stories with each other.
And then I'll go home and sleep. That is just how it will be. And I know a few months or years later, I'll look back in retrospect and think it couldn't have been better than this, given the way things were.
That marks the end of one big part of my life.