I’ve been in Tenby for a little more than 8 years and have formed many bonds with teachers and friends. As I counted the days until summer break, all I felt was relief because each time, I was a day closer to pure relaxation. That was until Friday, 15th July.
I hugged and spoke with classmates that day but a part of me felt hollow. As if pieces of my memories and experiences were being dragged along with my parting teachers and friends. I hated it. I hated that feeling so much that I couldn’t bring myself to write this article… but here I am, trying to foster up some emotions that many others may be feeling now.
I shall put my exact feelings in that moment and paint a picture for you. A mixture of both grief and joy washed over me like the tide. All the memories through the year came back up the shore and stained my hollow heart. Some people stepped on those shells of memories while others guarded it with adoration. A few polluted the coasts with their hurtful actions and comments… but for every litterer in my life came twice as many, dedicated recyclers. They fended for me and protected me. Fought for me and encouraged me to be who I deserve and want to be.
My main focus of this article is to thank those recyclers. They all beamed positivity in my life. My parents, teachers, friends and mentors. I am so incredibly grateful and lucky to have known these people and interacted with them.
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