One More Day.

Just one more day and it's no more tiring 6 a.m. wake up calls.
One more day and it's no more brown boleros and school socks and shoes.
One more day and it's no more walking groggily down the corridors to class.
One more day and it's no more stifling, intimidating exam halls.
One more day and I've sealed my fate for SPM.

One more day and I can't call myself a school kid anymore.

It's a bittersweet phase of life, I suppose.
One which I definitely will never forget.