Foundation Over
Goodbye, Foundation.
Hello, Degree.
The Graduation Dinner was awesome. More importantly, the food was so worth it. Glad to know I didn't spend my money on nothing. The performances were good, too. And we get to see our lecturers, both first and second terms, for one last time, complete with pictures and everything. They have these really cool dresses.
Few of my classmates wore blazers and pants, eventhough they're girls. I wish I could too. Would've been more comfortable, though less formal. But hey, when will I ever get into dresses anymore. Amelia basically forced me to wear make-up though, that was the worst part of the evening. It was literally torture.
I was so glad I put my foot down on sneakers, instead of their choice of heels. NO.
Out of most people, I was one of the least who didn't have pain in their feet. LOL
At the end of the dinner, everybody was gathering around and taking pictures. I gathered about my wits and wandered around, forming words and strategies inside my head.
With a deep breath, I went to my crush and asked whether he has some time.
Welp. This is it.
We walked to the corner of the hall and there, I made my confession.
It was simple, when I get the words flowing out of my mouth. I didn't even stutter.
When he asked whether I wanted his answer,
I said, "no, I don't want your answer."
And we parted ways, with decent goodbyes.
Later on, I debated whether not receiving his answer was a good choice. I mean, he could've said yes. But then, he could've said no, either. I shook my head.
What does it matter?
Yes, no, maybe, whatever his answer was, it wouldn't matter because we are parting ways. We are probably never going to see each other again, for all I know.
Unless we meet again in degree, I suppose I could hope for an answer, then.
Hello, Degree.
The Graduation Dinner was awesome. More importantly, the food was so worth it. Glad to know I didn't spend my money on nothing. The performances were good, too. And we get to see our lecturers, both first and second terms, for one last time, complete with pictures and everything. They have these really cool dresses.
Few of my classmates wore blazers and pants, eventhough they're girls. I wish I could too. Would've been more comfortable, though less formal. But hey, when will I ever get into dresses anymore. Amelia basically forced me to wear make-up though, that was the worst part of the evening. It was literally torture.
I was so glad I put my foot down on sneakers, instead of their choice of heels. NO.
Out of most people, I was one of the least who didn't have pain in their feet. LOL
At the end of the dinner, everybody was gathering around and taking pictures. I gathered about my wits and wandered around, forming words and strategies inside my head.
With a deep breath, I went to my crush and asked whether he has some time.
Welp. This is it.
We walked to the corner of the hall and there, I made my confession.
It was simple, when I get the words flowing out of my mouth. I didn't even stutter.
When he asked whether I wanted his answer,
I said, "no, I don't want your answer."
And we parted ways, with decent goodbyes.
Later on, I debated whether not receiving his answer was a good choice. I mean, he could've said yes. But then, he could've said no, either. I shook my head.
What does it matter?
Yes, no, maybe, whatever his answer was, it wouldn't matter because we are parting ways. We are probably never going to see each other again, for all I know.
Unless we meet again in degree, I suppose I could hope for an answer, then.
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