Hello. It’s me, MAC. Now I know I’m not interesting
or nice to be around, but I would be honored if you would hear me out. So this is it. The time when we look back onto our most
precious memories at this school. Heh! It’s funny, I haven’t even been here
that long and still…I already have so
many memories of his place. Like when I first
came here at the end of the first quarter of school. Every moment I was at the borderline of tears
because I didn’t want to leave my old school.
People kept trying to tell me that it was for the best and that it wasn’t
meant to be. My response, ptoie! I didn’t believe in that crud. Why was this whole fate thing so important? The idea of fate was stupid to me. I mean, it’s creepy how many people think
that your life was planned out before we were even born. I never really even thought about fate. I mean, fate is the reason why I have disabilities. Fate is the reason why my grandfather died. Fate is the reason that I am who I am. Many times, it felt as if fate was trying to
hurt me or kill me. Fate is cruel. For me fate has never been good. I’ve heard that fate is the law in the
universe stating that everything happens for a reason. But…why?
Why do people believe in that malarkey?
Fate doesn’t exist…does it? Maybe
it’s not real. Maybe people are just
fooling themselves.
If fate is real, then what’s the purpose for my inner and
outer turmoil? I pondered on that question
for a long time before I came to my conclusion.
If I wasn’t me, then I would have never gotten accepted to BMS. I wouldn’t have the talents that I
have. But most important I wouldn’t have
the friends that I hold near and dear to my heart. When I realized this, I was able to hold my
head up high and keep moving forward. No
matter how mad I get, I can keep going.
I know that not everyone is liked, I get that. But even so I can keep holding on to my
life. BMS served it’s purpose for
me. And this school has done so as well,
but in a better way. I’ve met so many
wonderful people. Yeah, some still get
on my nerves but…they still made my life more interesting. They kept me young. So this is it? The time when we say goodbye to our lives
together? NO! We don’t have to say goodbye. What we have to do is welcome in the
change. Change may be hard for us, but
not impossible.
Change is why I’ve met
all you wonderful people. And I hope…that
you all…remember me…yeah, pretty cheesy, I know. But hey, embrace the meaning of my name,
right?
Seriously, please remember me…not as a violent freak, but as
someone who has been through so much and can still find it in her heart to wish
everyone here happiness.
