goodbey ~it really was, the last day of school

friday and thursday both were a last school day; yesterday our last lessons, today our ''examenstunt'' (''we'' - the six graders - had the opportunity to say goodbey on a special way :P)...

And actually friday i protested (in word and deed) to some of the schools authorative persons. Here's the story: the school had made clear the examenstunt-comittee that they did not want any water to be used (even though the throwing of waterballoons on the other students has been a traditional aspect of our cgbn-examenstunt for at least the years i witnessed); yet, of course, some fellow students of mine did by waterballoons and actually filled all the 1800! So they threw some of the balloons, but then the school threatened to stop the stunt if the throwing'd be continued; so the throwing was stopped. BUT the story does not end here: some staff actually began to destroy the balloons. To that i protested using the argument that it was 1) somebody else's property; 2) they could only say the balloons were not to be thrown at students, but not that we'd store them at school (really, there is no rule for that) (now this may sound strange, because they were stored with the purpose of throwing them at students, but actually it should be seen as an abstract argument - which should be seen as working (i'm totally convinced of my arguments :P)

anyway, when i said this, the door was slammed before my face without any politeness nor any counterargument...

So when they were bringing the water from the balloons to the toilet, i sneaked in the room the balloons were and took them along... (another nice thing :P : technically speaking i can't be said to have been disobying any order ~since there was no order saying i was not to take any balloons out that room)

Well i only took perhaps 50 balloons out; but it was an act of protest against ill-reasoned acts of authority... i'm still wondering about what is justice ... (an ancient question, yet always relevant, always) - and the adrenaline pumping through my body needed some 30 minutes (or more) to fade away)

But of course, saying goodbey has its inner implications too: i mean there is sadness... For 1.5 year, perhaps it was longer, one of the wishes foremost in my mind was going to university - to which i still look forward -, but now that it's really time to leave, leaving is hard, because it's a whole easy, receptive way of life i'm leaving. Next year will bring freedom and will challenge me; but, am i really ready for it?

Same goes for my summer: first China and then the City of Ten Thousand Buddhas: WOW!
but you know, traveling alone, to places i've never been; it will be incredibly exciting, little bit frightening now.

I'm sure i'll survive; i will, yes i will

be happy!