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Saying goodbye to my school after 15 whole years felt like saying goodbye to a part of myself. It was my second home—a place full of happy memories, funny moments, silly fights, and lifelong friendships. It was a journey filled with laughter and tears, and it will always live in my heart.

I still remember my very first day at school. It was a sunny day in March. The whole building was buzzing with little children—some crying loudly, some standing still like statues, and a few jumping around excitedly. Parents looked both proud and nervous. And there I was, starting my school life for the very first time.

At first, everything felt strange. Nobody really talked in class. Some children already knew each other, but most of us just stared quietly, unsure of what to say. It took a long time to make real friends—almost seven years! But when we did, it felt like magic. We became each other’s world.

Sometimes, school felt strict—like a place where we had to follow rules all the time. We even joked that our teachers were like jailers and we were the prisoners. We would wait for the last bell of the day like it was a gift. When it rang, our faces lit up like sunshine after rain!

But with time, everything changed. We started sharing lunch, borrowing pencils, helping each other with homework, and laughing a lot more. That’s when we made our own special rule: The Law of Friendship. This law meant we had to stay friends no matter what. If someone broke this rule, we said they were on “katti” (a break from the group). But later, with a little forgiveness, they could come back on “salli” (friends again). How simple and sweet those days were!

As we grew older, books and lessons felt less exciting, and playing outdoor games became our favorite thing. We formed groups, played during breaks, and sometimes even had little fights. But we always stood up for each other. Even when we got into trouble and had to go to the principal’s office, those memories became part of our story.

Then one day, we were the seniors—the oldest students in the school. Younger kids looked up to us. It made us feel proud and grown-up. But it also meant our time at school was almost over.

After 15 years, saying goodbye was the hardest part. I still remember every classroom, every teacher, and every friend. We all went on to choose different paths, but I believe that one day, we’ll meet again and laugh about the good old days.

No matter how you feel about school while you’re in it, you’ll always miss it when it’s over.