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      <pubDate>2025-09-22 13:27:06 UTC</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>Today marks my 10th-grade graduation—the bridge between the person i am and the person I'll become. This morning, even the water in the shower felt colder than usual, as if it sensed that something was about to change.</p><p>There’s a soothing yet strange feeling as I put on my uniform, realizing it’s the last time I’ll ever wear it. Every fold of the cloth carries memories of laughter, stress, and friendship built over the years.</p><p><br/></p><p>When I arrive at the gymnasium where the graduation is being held, my smile feels different—half joy for this success, half sorrow for the chapter I’m leaving behind. Time itself feels odd. It flies so quickly now, unlike before when days seemed endless as we struggled with quizzes and projects. The once strong, angry, and playful faces of my classmates are now streaked with tears.</p><p><br/></p><p>It’s almost surreal watching everyone sign each other’s uniforms—drawing little doodles, writing messages, and leaving remarks we can look back on to remember our shared memories. It’s funny in a way, but I feel guilty because I joined in too. I didn’t cry, but my heart felt undeniably heavy, craving closure. These were my classmates for three years; it’s only natural to feel attached. The love-hate relationship I had with this section was always strange but special</p><p><br/></p><p>A big part of my story here is also tied to my ex, who is also my classmate. She was one of the reasons I became who I am today—more disciplined, more academically inclined, and more determined to improve. She motivated me to study, not by pressuring me but by inspiring me with her own dedication. It was wonderful, and I was truly happy. But in secrecy, I cried—because this would likely be the last time we’d sit in the same room as classmates. I hope not, but I know things will feel different once we move on and grow into new chapters of our lives. </p><p><br/></p><p>We’re crying not just from pride but from the quiet fear of drifting apart. Many of us will go to different schools, chasing our own dreams, and it hits us all at once: this might be the last time we’re together in this way. Even so, beneath the tears and uncertainty, there’s also a spark of excitement—knowing that the bonds we’ve built, the lessons we’ve learned, and the memories we’ve shared will stay with us as we step into the next stage of our lives. </p><p><br/></p><p><br/></p><p>And in this moment , I was infinite.</p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-09-22 13:31:11 UTC</pubDate>
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