It’s our magical land!
To see the reality is to run up against the true identity and humanity behind the imperfections and mysteries lingering on it before being such a judgmental.
My world had just began on that very first day I stepped on the most exciting, thrilled and fun-filled staircase of this institution, my Alma Mater. The feeling was a new one and it happens to be a very unusual experience. Startled by the gleaming amazement, I taste completeness passing through my veins and fire-like streaming blood inside me. Forever was my description as my heart struggles on saying ‘’ I’d rather stay here and build the blocks of my future than to fill an empty space full of disgrace and grimace outside the corners of Divine Grace. ‘’
People often assert that the truth hurts, yes it is but aside this fact, the truth really sets us free intentionally meant to lighten our aches. A proof of our society that whatever problem or trouble we might encounter today and tomorrow, whenever a trial comes on us, wherever our path leads us at the end of every story and whoever tries to destroy and conquer our glory and mighty crown, a Gracean will always be a gracean!
Human commits sins and shortcomings, utters words that are not meant to give it a tongue exposing the ‘it hurts’ expression. It could probably break their hearts too. No wonder, we are created unique on our own ways. That’s the challenge of life anyways. From forgiveness to acceptance and we end up wandering on the paradise of happiness. Likewise, teaching and learning doesn’t hold opposite directions but rather comrades in reaching the pinnacle of success. Without these, how can we able to avoid the wrong doings or start committing to the right ones?
Indeed, time runs so fast that I didn’t even notice that we will be wearing togas and make ups so soon. It’s even harder for seniors like us to put into word the most awaited yet unnerving ceremony – the GRADUATION.
Oh, bleep! This place brings back mementos that once we shared and link us all. Reminiscing the past three fruitful years make my tears drop and so crack a smile. As everyone wishes, each motion of the clock should forget-me-not. Neither one would left behind nor get a pretentious treatment nor make light of one’s confidence.
No ordinary day had passed through those years of brainstorming, laughing, seriousness, sacrifices, eagerness to know things, hopt to attain endless goals, pressure just to maintain grades, ‘ I’d rather sleep ’ and ‘ I survive ‘ things on the top list ‘i-hate-versus-i-love-the-most’ class hours and my favorite, a relief of being part of this family.
DIVINE MAGIC.
Entirely change my views and perspectives in life. But before we finally leave this place, sigh. Even if 130 days from now I would be saying goodbye to graceans, as we pass the throne to junior students and take full responsibility of keeping the torch flaming and persist over the plans undecided and actions unmade surrounding Divine Grace, we give our fullest support and hope for the best ahead of time. As long as this institution shall live, the graceans shine like a sun and faculties working as one, this wonderful foundation will never fall! We remain humble and we gonna keep our heads up high.
My home was then in its zenith. Our Montesssori was then on its progress. Probably, some are born great. Some achieve greatness and some have greatness thrust upon them but to us, we create them.
The grass withers, the flower fades, but Divine Grace stands forever. So let your soul and spirit take you to a place where future is waiting and wise men belong!
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