Every journey has a final destination. Every story has a prologue and of course an epilogue. Statements have period. And being a junior high student has an end.
It was like yesterday when my feet take me in this Computer Laboratory and now it's time for me close its door, before leaving it behind.
This four corner room was once bare looking for me, strange. Days and months passed, it filled with laughters, sadness, memories, that made it familiar and comfortable like home. The lessons are not just about the history of computer to photoshoppe – academically, I also taught how to manage my time, time is gold, and how to face the consequence of your action– real life lessons. These are priceless, I would never exchange it in anything because the time that we spent all together is already a treasure to me.
I may leave this classroom but what I've gained here will stay forever in me.
It was like yesterday when my feet take me in this Computer Laboratory and now it's time for me close its door, before leaving it behind.
This four corner room was once bare looking for me, strange. Days and months passed, it filled with laughters, sadness, memories, that made it familiar and comfortable like home. The lessons are not just about the history of computer to photoshoppe – academically, I also taught how to manage my time, time is gold, and how to face the consequence of your action– real life lessons. These are priceless, I would never exchange it in anything because the time that we spent all together is already a treasure to me.
I may leave this classroom but what I've gained here will stay forever in me.
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