Walking around the school yard where it all started gave me a lot of things to think of. As I went there yesterday, with my mind set on taking some outfit shots with a different background, it all hit me: I started school here 12 years ago and I'm now almost taking my so dreaded final exams and walking away forever. Sure, it might not be the same school as the highschool I'm studying at now, but I can't get my mind off what I've been through for the past decade and something. Remembering my first day here, when I showed up with ponytails and holding my mother's hand, and seeing myself today, wearing plum lipstick and fur, made me realize how much I've come and how different I am now.
And it makes me think: how soon will I be saying this about university?
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