🏫School Day 

1ovingqys

Some days, I find myself scrolling through old school photos. The uniforms, the messy tables filled with books and junk food, the whiteboard with last-minute reminders, and our tired-but-happy faces. And every time, my heart aches a little. Because deep down, I still miss it. I miss school. I miss that version of myself who was still figuring life out, surrounded by people who were doing the same.

Out of all the phases in life so far, high school, especially the SPM days its felt like a storm I didn’t know I’d one day cherish. We were all so focused on doing well, on surviving trial papers, rushing for extra classes, worrying about grades, and praying for straight A’s. And yet, those were the days I laughed the most. The pressure brought us closer. The struggle felt lighter because we went through it together.

I miss the Google meet study calls, the whispered answers in class (even though we shouldn’t have), the group study sessions that ended up being gossip sessions, the sound of teachers calling our names during roll call, and the way we used to count down the days to “habis sekolah”. Funny how back then we couldn’t wait for it to end but now, I miss it :(.

Sometimes I wonder where all of us are now. The friends I used to sit with during recess, the classmate who always had the neatest notes, the one who always forgot to bring a pen but never failed to make me laugh. Life pulled us in different directions, and that's okay. But a part of me still belongs in that classroom. Still sits at that desk. Still smiles at memories I didn’t realise would mean so much later on.

If I could go back, even for just one more day, I’d hug everyone a little tighter, smile a little longer, and soak in every single moment. Because I didn’t know then, that those were the days I’d one day miss so deeply.