Goodbye.

So I'm not quite sure how I'm supposed to wrap this up.

I made it through the IB. The majority of the exams were good enough, I hope. It was strange to finish an exam in a couple of hours, or max no more than 5, which summed up dozens of hours in classrooms, homework manics and studying. But that's the same with any exam I suppose.
History was better than I expected. Geography was worse.
I lost many hours of sleep. I consumed more coffee in two weeks than I had ever in my life previously. I only had one major mental break down, before Geography.

But too be quite frank, I'm exhausted with talking about the IB. It's been two years. Always on my mind. Always nagging. It's over now, until July 6th anyways when we find out the results, I just really don't find it necessary to think about that part of AC for now.

It's probably the most surreal part of graduating. I've been asked several times now- what is it like to finally have graduated? Weird. Not only has it not truly hit me, but it won't for a long time. Saying good bye are being prolonged to it's the last possible moment. Travelling for 6 weeks has it's benefits.

Being in London for a week means we meet up. Last night meeting up at a London pub, there were about 40 ex-AC students, four generations. It was a realisation that AC can't actually end. As our ''leisure periphery' expands, the idea of not being connected is less and less. Which is consolation.

However, to a few US students... good bye was tough. For example, dear Joaco from Uruguay. He's going to Middlebury in August. He travelled all over Europe last summer. For people like Joaco who I lived with for 2 years and have seen nearly every day in that time- we can't say when we'll see each other again. It's as hard (possibly harder) than saying good bye to a few family members. We cried for a very long time.
Arriving in AC to pots and pans and cheering. Leaving AC with the same guys who looked so macho as Second Years with red puffy eyes is not something people say everywhere.

I could go on about every goodbye. I could go on about the celebrations in Cambodia [field], at the Watch Tower, watching the sunrise on our last morning. I could give all the details. But words are never sufficient. They give an image- but they won't give a memory. Those, well I keep those.


With all my Love,
Abi

PS- I'm still in debate whether to keep the blog going for the 6 weeks of travelling. I may continue until then. Simply to console dear Daddy.