While walking to the station from school yesterday afternoon, I suddenly realised how volatile our lives are. As I glanced at the familiar banner of "In Loving Memory of Jessica Wolfson" on our school gates right in front of the traffic lights of the busy intersection, waved to friends who crossed the road, bidding a simple "see you tomorrow". But how many ''see you tomorrow's" are there to go? It always seemed endless, a saying always on the tip of your tongue - without truly realising that it won't be forever. Because it's not. It won't be. Life goes on - time doesn't wait for anyone. It is an envitable process cannot be denied nor delayed, and I believe that failure to accept this will process ultimately lead to downfall.

Walking along the familiar paths we've left our footprints on all these years, I stare up at the building to be for the headquaters of Sydney Water across the road from school. I remember it's construction when it first started in year 8; the little bits and pieces added each day, forming to what is now - a high rise buildng with dark tinted glass windows reflecting the spring sun, standing proudly overlooking the carpark and the busy streets. I still remember someone saying "I wonder if that building's going to be finished before we leave school." The answer isn't that far away.

At school I walk along the same corridors I've walked since year7, and marvel at junior's delight and stressless innocence. I wish I was young like them. I'm going to miss high school a lot ='( Graduation will make me cry next thursday. </3

The end is nearing. But we must march on.