At The End

HTL Dornbirn

As I sit for the last time as a student by the lockers, a lot of memories come rushing back to me. Memories of all the people I met, the late evenings spent studying here, the songs sung in these very corridors, tears that have been shed after a tough day, when I felt as if everything around me was crumbling, and the joy felt after I aced a test.

There were times when I thought that if I left, there was not anything or anyone that I would leave behind, whom I would miss. Oh, how wrong I was. There are so many people here, who showed me love and kindness. They helped me even when they did not have to. The past few weeks have made me realise that there are so many people and things that I will miss about my time here.

Firstly, I will absolutely miss meeting Selinay in the bathroom every once in a fortnight, when I have come to school early enough to be able to put some make up on. Secondly, the people in my class, whom I swore a few months back that there would be nothing to miss about them. The fact is although most of us are not the best of friends, there will always be things that will remind us of each other. Then come the second years who always managed to make me life with their silly arguments and their not so perfect english, especially on Fridays, when I would spend a little extra time in the Werkstätte.  I will miss Lucas, who always cleaned up the mess I made while punching, even when he did not have to. He taught a very significant amount of things in my one and a half years of having knowing him. Mostafa had a warped assed sense of humour. One would have to know him to know why something so mundane could turn out to be so funny, when said by Mosti.

Now come the really important people. Lalita being the very first friend that I ever made here, is also the one, who got me hooked onto Inuyasha! We spent hours talking about conspiracy theories, boys and the universe. Seli, with whom I have gotten into countless arguments, who gets pissed off at me so often but still loves me. We have made our own traditions of going to eat Döner, which started my love affair with Falafel.

Lastly, I shall miss my soul brother, Kevin, whom I am already trying to convince to come with me next year to the Dominican Republic (falls du das liest, ,,bitte!''). He stayed with me through all my anxieties and my matchmaking skills of trying to set him up with someone I know. I love you so much soul mate. Always be your stupid self, who sings french/italian songs with me, when I decide to stay in class until 7 pm)

Not all bonds made here are going to be lifelong, nonetheless they are bonds at the end.