Tomorrow is quite a day for a high schooler: graduation party preparations, flowers, farewells.
Yesterday, I visited the school I graduated from - No 37 named after A.S. Pushkin, in Nukus. Although I'm much obliged to my lovely Russian Language & Literature teacher for her sincerity in guiding me, I didn't have those mesmerizing or "melting-down" emotions after the reunion with my school.
That is most probably because I had not managed to get emotionally or otherwise attached to any of the schools I attended, and that's also mainly because I'd gone to nine of them.
I like the nomad I have been so far. Yet many expectations I have not met for the carelessness a true nomad has, huh.
But I ain't sorry. Deal with it. SiKE!
#yeah
