Ramblings in Joy?

So this is my first post where i am actually ranting.Well at least i am trying too.I sit here with Facebook opened in the other tab.
This is a very cliched thought that comes to everyone's mind at this stage,"where am i going to be in a matter of 11 months?".
While some might be relieved to leave the dreadful building where they slogged and slogged...others hesitate to leave their comfortable surrounding...seeing the same faces,doing the same things.I think i fall into the latter.Though my friends lament how horrible school is and how much they "torture" us, i really don't like the idea of leaving the people who i love the most.Change is something i dislike and even when i shifted from Modern High to Millennium it wasn't easy at all.People didn't like me at first and i clearly hated my first day of school.But obviously people knew what a great person i was *ahem* and i found great things in Nija,Shruti,Jisha and Anusha in the first few years.
I have a great memory so i remember everything in my old school.And trust me,it was a great school.It taught me to use my creativity and i wrote my first poem for the school principal.and jeez,that's pretty embarrassing to think about it now.I will never forget my 3rd grade teacher Mrs.Murthy.She was a great teacher with an amazing personality.She loved us and we had no reason to hate her!Another teacher who made an impression i my life was Etta ma'am.Sadly,she's no more.She was a lively teacher and i was scared of her in the beginning!She taught me a lot ..things no one else could.And i am proud to be one of her students.
Friends....i had many.I spent 8 years in that school and that's a really long time.I saw people come and people go.I have to mention Anusha Ramesh and Leona.They were the dearest and i spent a lot of time with them.I remember i knocked on Anusha's door at 6 in the morning and her mom was sweet enough to prepare breakfast for me too and Rishika joined us for a swim that afternoon.
Millennium School offered me something completely different.At first,i didn't like the school one bit.I remember spending one afternoon playing badminton with a friend who was incidentally from modern high too and we spoke about our dislike for the school.But 4 years later here i am and when i think about it our school has grown ..has grown a lot actually.
What was i talking about?Oh yes,leaving school.
Well it's not a choice.
Call me a baby..i don't care but i hate "breaking free",meeting new people and all that jazz.I prefer my crazy old friends who i can rely at anytime.
Some people say you have more freedom and you have more fun and that schools are boring and take away everything from you.I have to agree on that..but they do leave you with memories-yes amazing,unforgettable memories...might be good ones or bad ones.I've had stupid fights with my friends...I've had a tinge of jealousy when my friends do better than me..I even feel isolated and lonely on my not-so-good days.But in the end,I look at my medals..the joys on winning it..i look at my newsletter...the feeling of finally-getting there.I look at my friend's face when she comes to know she actually passed.Haha.Those are indescribable moments.
And this point you might be drooling over your keyboard or thinking i am a complete loser.I really don't care.This is my mind,these are my thoughts.
And if I've made any grammatical errors,i apologize.
So what do you think?Are you ready to leave school?Face the world?
I think i am.I think i should be ready.