REFLECTIONS
It is quite enthralling to look back and
summon up all the figments of the past; all its beauty and atrocity. All its
victories and defeats –such is the thrill of high school. Such zeal to reminisce only comes when one
feels that they are about to complete a chapter in their life; and it is almost
timefor me toclose my book.
However, I would not be at peace with
myself had I not concluded my school year with a piece of writing where I could
pour out my most heartfelt sentiments about Melvin Jones. Basically a tale of
its undying need for discipline and its capability to mould and shape a course,
unrefined student to a polished, confident individual!
As I think of the past, a nostalgic
cloud covers my head and it fogs all of my once clear thoughts.it is such that
makes me wish I could go back in time,parade myself in one of those grey plaid
skirts and reconnect with my faded navy
blue sweater ,both of which I wore with an untold pride. My class was one of
consistent racket but this noise bound us together, we became family; a
dysfunctional one at that! We built,broke,treasured and brawled but I have a reason
to be grateful for the scholarly advice that can only be provided by our
teachers and elders.
Melvin has equipped me with the most
effective methods ofexpressing myself whether it’s splashing paint on a creamy
canvas or coordinating a comical skit. I believe that I have achieved! I have
become the person that I wanted to be 7 years ago; a confident, motivated and
focused lady. The institution taught me that I should never settle for less but
always exert myself beyond all barriers and obstacles. I overcame all my fears
and sky-rocketed past all my woes
Looking into the mirror, I see a future
that is not ready for me. But I am
prepared for its hustle and all of its hurls because my journey is anchored on
the simple foundations laid in MJLA. I am certain, that life beyond that black gate
will be what I allow it to be. My future
is so bright it outshines all cosmic forces. My reflections are therefore no
longer remorseful or nostalgic,instead they have become memories
of hopeful moments and delightful cheer. I stand tall and anxiously awaitmy
IGCSE’s
DONNA
MORARA-FORM 4
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