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Welcome aboard, passengers. As we delve deeper into this thought-provoking post, I would like you to read it until the very end.

Recently, my school bid farewell to a big portion of 10th graders through a Good Luck Party.

Although I have always been a pretty outgoing person this entire time, yet I was not one of those who knew many people from batches other than their own's. It made a little sense to me, I chose to be an ambivert. I met many of my seniors through co-curriculars, and I realized each time that they are a bunch of truly amazing people.

(For ref.- I am currently a 9th grader [as of 2023-24])

I got the opportunity to anchor through the show, make the introductory speech, introduce games and perform the 'Titles Ceremony' of one of the four sections of 10th (if you're acquaint with the Indian Schooling System, this shouldn't be hard to decipher). The preparations for this programme went on for a week and nothing had felt better and more whimsical than the thoughts of it, plus, the show itself. 

It was scheduled for the first Saturday of February; the day had risen, the events commenced, all I could now feel was mere adrenaline gushing down each blood vessel. 

Halfway through the same while I was chatting away with my compèrers about the bright sunny atmosphere, it struck me- most of these faces I was seeing would be not there in a month. While that should sound like least of my concerns, for I had not known many of them, my heart skipped a beat and then another.

They'd be gone?

My school building offers the classrooms of class 9th in front of classrooms of class 10th, which had meant that all year round, about the same corridor, both batches were seated really closely. Not only that, this structure offered much annoyance to our teachers; things would often blow up in forms of free periods, recesses, assemblies and what not! 

So basically, we would look up to them for each feat and disgrace, draw comparisons with them, and of course, offer them the seniority that they enjoyed. Among theirs, many faces left an imprint in the minds of all teachers, batchmates and juniors, with their frequent summons to the co-ordinator's room, while others were oftentimes seen on stage collecting trophies and accolades.

Whether directly or indirectly, they gave flight to our ideas of what we would do when we would be at their place, be of the same age as theirs. That somehow offered a sense of security to us juniors, because we had known through the acts of our seniors what kind of a result a certain activity would bore.

Being there, seated in classrooms of 9th grade, witnessing it all- the punishments, the triumphs, the gossips and the rumours that revolved around the 10th graders- felt like being a spectator to a reality T.V. show. Thus, now I feel how you would have felt being asked to be a contestant of the same show for a new season, all too soon. Answerless.

This would mean being the ones who are going to set examples to their juniors, because now, about 90% of the school offers you seniority. 

Are we really ready to let go and bid farewell to them? 

Perhaps. Perhaps not.

What a loyal reader, you read it all! How did that make you feel? Share your thoughts in the open comment section below.

CC:BCC: Juniors, Seniors, Batchmates.

Share with your own schoolmates and observe what they feel in the heart of hearts.

!Smiles!

~Ruhani Bachhal