What was will always be close to my heart

I don't want to care, i don't want to be down, i don't want to pretend to be happy. It's the little things that occur that make life that much more difficult that you'd want it to be. The things that create the loss, the loneliness, the hurt and whatever you want to call those feelings that just eat you up inside. I don't even know why this is. Is it the weather that comes and goes, never staying the same. One moment all bright and sunny, making you feel as though you are on top of the world then it changing to dark and gloomy creating that feeling of depression that you just don't ever want on a spring day.

School life has finally come to a close and I will confidently say that I am going to miss every single moment of it. That routine of waking up every morning dreading of the draining day to come, full of essays, equations and those damn teachers that just won't leave you alone because of something you haven't done. Going through the day with your friends, knowing that they will always be there around you. Trying to enjoy what life has brought to us. I am really going to miss those times, you really don't understand what school is like once it's over for you.

Year 12 has been full of ups, downs, twists and turns. Days not being like the next even though you think they are.

De La Salle has been my home for these past 2 years and its going to be weird when tomorrow i'm going to walk out those gates saying that I will never be able to return to a place that has welcomed me as soon as I came. I've come across many different types of people and even though they are not the people that i would of thought i would want to hang around, i wouldn't trade anyone of them for anyone in the world. It's safe to say that while i was at school i was probably the most happy I had ever been in my lifetime. It's hard to see everyone move forward in life when it feels as though it was only yesterday that I walked through those gates wondering what surprises were lying ahead of me.

Our final classes were amazing to say the least, great day full of happiness, fun and some rebellion. Something to remember for the rest of my life, walking into school only to find that all of us would nearly be sent home, amazing teachers not giving a shit what we did, class parties which consisted of hugging my music teacher, an actual enjoyable further class, a deep and meaningful discussion with my software teacher, a study period which ended up with running down to Glenferrie Road to buy a slurpie and tanning up for summer with some of my closest friends and finally a awesome eating chocolate, running around the classrooms with my accounting teacher not giving a damn what we did. Final classes were probably the most amazing days of my life.

It's been an amazing 2 years.

Brian Sevilla