A night to remember.
If I’m being honest, this year has been pretty calm—some might even call it boring. I wouldn’t say I’ve done a lot of fun things; most of my days have been swallowed up by lectures, endless assignments, and just trying to survive the rollercoaster of a student life. Even when I’m at home, I don’t do much. I just stay indoors, lie down, scroll a bit, maybe eat, maybe not. Nothing too exciting.
But there’s one moment that broke through the usual routine—one that really stood out to me—and that was the final year dinner that recently happened at my school.
Now, let me clear the air: I’m not in my final year yet. I’m currently in my fourth year, and since I’m studying a five-year course, I still have one more year to go. But some of my friends, people I’ve laughed with, worked on group projects with, complained about lecturers with, and shared real moments with—those ones are actually graduating this year. So even though I wasn’t part of the graduating class, a few of them invited me to join in the celebration, especially for the after-party that followed the dinner.
And honestly? I’m so glad I went.
The dinner itself was decent—formal speeches, well-dressed people, camera flashes everywhere, food that looked better than it tasted (as usual), and that slightly awkward moment when they call award recipients It was okay. But the real fun? That started later in the night, when the actual after-party kicked off in a small hall that was dimly lit but full of life.
I don’t know what it was about that night, but everything just clicked. Maybe it was the music bumping through the speakers or the way the room felt free of all the stress we’ve been carrying for months. Everyone was dancing, laughing, and just vibing. For me, it wasn’t even about the party itself—it was about being surrounded by people I care about, knowing that very soon, everything would change.
And I didn’t hold back. I danced like someone who hadn’t been to a party in ages—because, to be fair, I hadn’t. I’ve always enjoyed parties, but this year had been so dry in that aspect. So when this opportunity came, I grabbed it with both hands. Even when the DJ missed the vibe a few times and played some weird songs that made us pause and look at each other, I didn’t let it ruin my mood. I just laughed it off and kept going.
At one point, I was sweating so much that I could feel it dripping down my back, but I didn’t care. I didn’t even stop to wipe my face. I was lost in the music, in the moment, in the feeling. I felt free—free from school stress, free from overthinking, free from everything.
By the time it ended—after about two solid hours—I was exhausted but completely satisfied. I remember walking out of that hall, drenched in sweat but smiling like someone who had just found peace.
That night reminded me of something I had forgotten: how good it feels to just live. To be present, to dance like nobody’s watching, and to hold onto moments that make life feel a little lighter.
No doubt, that has been my most fun experience of the year so far—and I know I’ll carry the memory with me for a long time.
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