Last Day Of School

    Our Last Day: A Goodbye Wrapped in Tears and Memories

One last photo in white 🥹♥️

It was a sad day — one we all knew would come but still weren’t ready for.

That morning, we had our final Holy Mass. Our parents were there too, sitting among us with quiet pride. During the final assembly, our sectional head spoke, and her words made our eyes well up with tears. Then came the school anthem, playing for the last time. That’s when it really hit most of us — we were no longer just students. We were becoming memories in these halls.

Final Assembly 

After that, we had a little chat with our class teacher and our parents. I looked around at the faces of the parents who had been with us through it all — not just my own mom, but all of them felt like mothers to me. I’ve seen their joy at every prize-giving I walked up to — clapping for me with not an ounce of jealousy, only pride. They were our biggest fans, our greatest support systems when we felt like giving up. I feel lucky to have had them in my life. They didn’t just treat me like a student — they treated me like their own child.

When the parents left, we had our final class meeting. Our teacher tried so hard to hold back her tears, but we could feel the sadness in her heart. Some of my classmates shared memories of our school life. One of them said, “We’re going on different paths, but we will heal.” And it’s true — we’re healing, slowly, in our own ways.

We gifted our teacher something special — a little token of our love and gratitude. We said goodbye to all our teachers, the sisters, the brothers, and the fathers who guided us through our journey.

Later, we had a small farewell party with our batchmates. We laughed, we cried, we tried to hold on to every second. Time flew. The bell rang — that final bell. It was time to leave school. But none of us wanted to say goodbye.

After school, we didn’t rush home like we used to. We stayed. Sat on the steps, took photos, shared snacks, and simply talked. No one wanted to be the first to leave. We had one last group hug in our uniforms — the most beautiful and the saddest hug I’ve ever had.

As I walked out of those gates one last time, I looked back — at the buildings, the grounds, the chapel, the canteen, and my friends still standing there waving. It wasn’t just a goodbye to school. It was a goodbye to a chapter of my life that shaped who I am.

Even though we’ve all gone our separate ways since that day, a part of me still lives in that classroom, on that playground, and in every shared lunch break. Because last days aren’t just endings — they’re beginnings, wrapped in a thousand little memories.