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No longer a Highschool student

The nineteenth of November this year, I left the gates of Gashora Girls Academy. I will never return there as a Gashora student, instead I will go as an alumnae. Next year in January, everyone will go to school and I will remain at home. It is good news right?
 But then you lose the certainty of being a highschool student. The privileges you were given just fly away. Usually I went to school with a given amount of pocket money. I was never ashamed of asking for more in the middle of the term. Now, if I ask for transport money more than twice a week. I start feeling ashamed and bad about it.
In highschool, I never worried about keeping in touch with my classmates. I knew that after a week or two of vacation, I would meet them again at school for three months or more. Now, I have to struggle to keep the flame of friendship ablaze. If I don't, I know it will die out over time.
I love independence, but it comes at a price. Yes, you get to do whatever you want. But then, whenever you create a mess, you will have to clean it up by yourself. Mom will not always be there to help you navigate the world of young adulthood.
I can't deny that getting out of highschool is a good thing. I cherish all these open doors that come with it. I know that there is no going back. I will be the captain of my ship towards adulthood. I won't be afraid of the tribulations that comes with the journey, instead I will acknowledge and learn from them.

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