Sweet Dreams are made of this

So, like today I was thinking.
It is so close to the end of school and I have a bit of a confession to make, I am actually kinda looking forward to the start of a new chapter and the end of this one.
Like first I guess, I haven't taken all the opportunities offered in school, and you know, I am not regretful for that. Yeah, I may not have gone into that event or the other, but I did try things a few times and you know that's enough for me.
I guess over high school I have had a lot of experiences, which has made me who I am today and coupled with some great ones, I have had some really horrific experiences at school, not so much at IGS but at St. Catherines and you know what, I know people say, school is one of the best parts of your life, but I would be so down if my entire life amounted to only what I had experienced in school. In fact, I would probably be disappointed with myself, if I was my happiest in school. I guess we can all put on the familiar memory goggles, and be like, "Yr 10 was so fun, weren't we awesome!" but you know, I actually haven't had the best school life, being highly emotional and sorta  a little bit of a wimp. And it's getting better and it will get even better as I continue on to bigger and better things. These experiences are in no way your fault, they were just how I experience life. And like I said on Saturday, I am actually really greatful you pay me out because you taught me how to take a joke (I'm still learning, you guys are like 6 yrs up on me), but you know, the learning of that was hard and I got emotional.
I have to say on the other hand, I will miss spending time with you all and seeing you everyday and stuffs, but I have to at least admit, I will be excited to meet new people and make new friends. I am not going to be all doom & gloom, the friendship ends on the 13/14th of December when we get our ATAR, but you know at uni, new friends will be made and since you all mostly want to go to USyd and I want to go to UNSW, it won't be the same.
I do say though, I am sick of being a school student. Uniforms stick out like a sore thumb and I really really cannot wait to be rid of the title. Because for me, it feels belittling, like I cannot do anything or think of anything to someone older. Essentially that I am immature and irresponsible. And you know sometimes I get sick of it and I enjoy when I am on the bus without my uniform and I don't have the label of a school student. I dunno maybe it's just me, but I am sick of being labelled a school kid as if that all I contribute to the world is loudness and a bad taste in music. I guess it is for me personally another step in the direction of maturity and having my own life, where I am not considered as a singular of a large unit but as a person, someone with their own unique experiences and their own space. (I actually dream about living alone sometimes (just for the quiet and sentimentality of the moment))
I guess what I am trying to say, is I have come to terms with the leaving, by god, I will probably cry a fricking river on the last day, but you know, I am kinda happy I am done with school.
But then you know I guess it is sad to admit, that school is ending but to be honest, to put it clicheed and sadly, If life is a book, then it is the ultimate page turner because you can never flick to the end, you just gotta live it and love it.
And you know that's kinda how I feel at the moment. I'm looking forward to the next chapter.