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# 19.05.2020

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5th Anniversary TWICEZINE Vol.2 Making Film ;; Chaeyoung

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THE ‘SHOWNU’

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𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏.

With a heavy heart yet a fulfilled one, I bring to you the story of this rather long journey. I had a start, an ending, and another beginning. This ending gave me new doors to open, and a new beginning to explore. This ending being the end of my junior high school and the new beginning my start of senior high school. We were given two years, two years to open up our hearts to these people we were going to treasure for the rest of our lives, two years to store the most possible knowledge we can. Starting my senior high school years was like waking up from a terrible nightmare, a relief as you might call it. This relief gave me new experiences, memories, friends, family and a better outlook in life. There was times where it wasn’t at all the best but I had my family with me, my section. The two years I have spent in this institution might have treated me like utter dog poop but I wouldn’t have done it with the 35 humans and all the professors I had. It made me realize that I was strong because of them, I kept fighting because of them, and for them. And I will keep doing so.

The end. Let’s start of with this, shall we? Junior high school days. Not to be OA but I really had chills run down my back. One of the best-worst years of my life. Leaning towards that worse. Junior high school was like having the worst hair day ever, plus a big pimple on your forehead on graduation day. The eyes were all on you, everyone had something to say, and whispers were following you everywhere. I studied in a catholic school, yet I didn’t know why there was so much demons. Yet there was still good in the world, my five best friends. We call ourselves the dumb b******. Censored for our catholic household. With them, we felt invincible. We didn’t fit into the casing of a “popular teenager in high school” but we didn’t care even one bit, not at all. We were happy laughing in the halls, getting reprimanded by teachers, then laughing again, this time louder. But it wasn’t all this, not all sunshines and rainbows. No. There was a time where a traitor came into our lives. She practically destroyed everything, our so though unbreakable friendship? Was shattered in a matter of months, I was left all alone. She made my 9th grade the worst. I was bullied all through out junior high and I couldn’t believe how she had added up to that. But to cut the story short, she ruined my friendship. But when we were in 10th grade, she was cut off from our circle of friends, she moved sections wherein me and my five best friends were too but two were with me, and the other three were upstairs. We managed to rekindle our friendship and start anew. Without her, it was better, but it was not like before. So much for a peaceful last year. We did have that, but there was still some shortcomings, I didn’t mind, I was just excited to get out of that hell hole and finally move on to another chapter in my life and restart. 

The starting over again. First day. I was with the only friend I know, Trishia. We had decided to study at the same school, same section, same schedule, even same binders and pencils. But eventually, we had gathered up the courage and release our inner social butterflies, fluttered our wings, and met new people. As usual, there was a gap in the class. There were two groups, mine and the other side. Constantly backstabbing and hurting the other group through our words. But, enough was enough. We had to take things to a higher level. We were all consulted, talked to. Me and Trishia were the two in the group who didn’t really follow this trend since we didn’t really know what was going on, so we took matters into our own hands and talked to them ourselves. We apologized for the means things that had happened throughout the months, they apologized too for any inconvenience. And just like that, everything was much better. It was my first time being the bigger person. I even experienced dating someone older than me, it was my first time doing that, dating, the age was just a bonus. I had people interested in me, it was a first time too. Had my first heartbreak that I was open about to my dad. But my first favorite was when we had an open forum, we shared our thoughts about the class. Everyone’s comments was positive. I shared that it was my first time feeling accepted. It was the first time I met people that I felt I belonged with. It was the first time I actually had meaningful conversations with my classmates. It was my first time fighting for our rights, screaming that we have a voice. It was the first time I loved the people around me. It was the first time I had energy to go to school because I would see them. It was my first time to have actual friends. I felt teary eyed to which they gave me a hug, a big class hug, which was my first time too. It was my first time feeling love and feeling loved by my peers. It was a relief. 

From all the friends I have gained, the acquaintances I have, my most treasured ones are Trishia, Alex, Genevieve and Nazareen. All my classmates are important to me, yet they’re like the stockholders in my big company. the main people. They hold a special place in my heart. They’re my favorite. They’re the ones I can say anything to and I know I will be judged, but you know, in a good way. A funny way. They accept me for being a noisy, bossy, meticulous, perfectionist, complaining, and witty friend. I know that whatever happens I’ll have them with me. Always supporting and watching over, like how I would with them. No less, but always more. I know that we might go different paths after this but, I know that we will always be together. We’ve been through a lot too. We’ve seen the worst and the best sides of each other and I couldn’t be any more thankful. I thank all the starts in the heavens that I have met these people.

The lessons I have learned, not too many, not too little. These two years have taught me love, determination, perseverance and of course all the other lessons we had in class. I learned that I had a voice. I think that I was a kid when I went into this institution, and I’m leaving as a kid, with knowledge about the real world. I learned that I can speak up and fight for myself when I know I am in the right. I learned that it’s okay to have opinions and rights. I matured this way, I grew up with my classmates, we grew up together. With all the battles we fought together, the final bosses that just seemed to be like a hydra, kill one, there goes another. But, we never gave up. We stood tall and placed our foot into the ground. But suddenly, a boss came. One that we thought we couldn’t defeat. Then a new character came up, it was some sort of mage, tank, shooter all in one body. Our dearest adviser. I don’t know what we would have done without him. Would have probably succumbed to that one last boss. But no, he came and saved us like we didn’t expect him to. He was by far the best, we are very thankful for him. A million folds thankful. We wish we could keep him but there was another level and we were going to be given a new character. But no worries, we’d replay that stupid and hard round all over again just to meet that very special character once again.

And here we are now, writing this. Crying on the couch from reminiscing everything. Separation anxiety creeping in. If I had to take way from this essay, it would that I am someone better now because of the people I have met. I may have experienced a lot of hardships just to get to this point and have to experience more after, I know I can do it. I have you, them and me. I have gained more than knowledge. I have gained values, a family and a better perspective in life. I have gained a voice, love and myself. I regained myself. Someone whom I thought I had lost a long time ago. But yet, here she is. Even better than before. I don’t know what else to say with this being our last year. I don’t want to say goodbye. I hate goodbyes. Especially if it’s with them. I hope that we all get to see each other often. I hate to part ways with them but I know that I just have to look back and smile at the memories. We will grow up and have families and roads of ours but I will never remember the big island, the biggest pit stop, HU121. I would probably have kids in the future and tell them about the crazy antics I did when I was a child and all these are going to be in it, even more that we will make. A big thank you to the wonderful people in my life that I call HU121 and you, sir. Thank you for molding me into who I am and who I will become in the future. You are all of ours special character, thank you for coming in and saving us. Let’s all hold hands and beat all the final bosses until we’re the only bosses left.