The phone rang at the last minute. The entire hour had passed before my eyes, I had stared at the clock the entire time. The frustration and the fear I had not allowed into my head forced its way in and I was on the edge of tears.
The phone rang.
Unable to believe my ears, it took me some time to react. But then, as if I had been hit by lightening, I grabbed the receiver and said in a small voice, almost breaking due to the tears
"Hello?"
"Marit, how are you? How are you holding up in there, girl?" My mentor, the man with all the power of the world in his hands, the man who could make or break my day, the man that could send me into euphoria or devastation, was making small talk. I could barly hold myself together and answered a short reply.
"Good, thanks."
"Well, let me see. Just Math, a six*, but other than that you've done an amazing job." He was my saviour after all. I passed my exams, I would graduate, I would go to university next year. My time in high school was over.
Finally.
Six years is a hell of a long time. Six bloody years I worked my behind off for good grades, I made friends, due to some unfortuned circumstances I also lost some, I laughed, talked, ran, walked through that hallway for years and now that time finally came to an end.
Nostalgia. So far (it's been almost two weeks since the previous happened) it hasn't happened to me yet. I've been too happy, too busy to notice any kind of sadness. It did hit me with the force of a bullet that I will go to university next year. I will be a grown up next year, or at least, I have to pretend that I am. I don't think that I'll be sad when I get my diploma upcoming Thursday, I will be happy.
I GRADUATED high school!
* In the Netherlands we work with a grading scale that goes from a one to a ten. A one can be compared to the American F, and a ten can be compared to the American A. And eight or a seven is a B, if you receive a C and you still pass you exams then you can compare that grade to a six. And since I suck at Math, I was pretty happy with my C.
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This was SO beautifully worde, Marit! You really put feelings into it and painted a picture with words once again. :) Keep on writing!! ;)
ReplyDeleteHugs!