I WRITE this as the end of the SPM approaches. Well, it’s been a ride like nothing else in the world. Time passes really fast but we’ve been in this phase of our life for a long time. The school chapter that is.
Finally, we are going to tear that uniform away, like a butterfly coming out of its cocoon, different and more beautiful (or, in our case, scarred but much wiser) than before. I know as I write the very last character on the examination paper, my life is going to change. I will never return to this point again. But I will look back to this very moment and say, “Yeah, I was there”.