The 10th of October was the my last official day of school as a student at ACS (Independent). Needless to say, there were no lessons. In an effort to capture, encapsulate and preserve the countless friendships, memories and beautiful moments that we found in ACS, most took the opportunity to engage in a massive photo taking spree that lasted most of the day. (And somewhere in America, it was noticed by the people who ran Facebook, that there was sudden spike it photo uploads. No doubt, it posed a threat to the stability of the system.)
I know that some couldn’t quite wait for this year to be over and that some (ok, all of us) had at one point in time or the other wished that they had taken anything else other than IB. But, even with all the problems that I’d run into, the disruptions that the IB made to my sleep cycle, the discouraging moments that I want to erase from living memory; in retrospect, I realize that I really do love the school. Chronologically, ACS has made up 1/3 of my life, but such quantitative descriptions do not do justice to the unique experience.
God places us in all situations for reasons. Similarly, I believe that He blessed me through ACS. I found God here. I grew up here. I found friends who I hope to never ever forget. I was educated here, by some of the darnest, best teachers. I found theatre here. I learned to sing here. I learned leadership, how to deal with people. I found racing here. I found ac ultimate… I had 6 amazing years here.
At this departure, I can hope that the saying remains true: Once an ACS boy, always an ACS boy. Because, honestly, ACS has found such a comfortable part in me, and I in it, that sometimes, I don’t really want to grow up. Of course, I know that there is a future ahead for me, which God has planned out, and inevitably, I will be part of that future, but I suppose for a moment it is worth reflecting on the last 6 years.