12 years of training, 12 years of meeting new friends,
we all come together in silence for the final 18 hours, deciding our future.
After these 18 hours, we interact together for the final time in this place -
this place we once, not so long ago, despised but now we've grown to love.
Marking the end of this phase of life, we write one final set of exams, our first public exams.
We sit in this room and fall silent as the teacher requests for the final time here.
The bell rings as the teacher wishes "All the best!" for the final time,
with a hint of sadness and exhaustion in her voice.
As I pack, I look around this room I'll soon lose the right to refer to as my class...
Now as I exit this place, for the final time I look back at the gate where I leave a part of myself behind...