The Ninja Post. / Night of Nights.

"The award for most desperate to get an award goes to Angelo Modelo"


So the 17th of November was the date of Fort Street's night of nights; The year 12 Formal. After days, weeks, months and even years of studying, the HSC came through like a flash flood. And whilst other parties/events have already come and passed, the formal is undoubtedly the highlight occasion. A night of wonder and celebration. A night to play dress-up and look fancy. But as much as I tried and tried to enjoy myself, in crept a recurring thought into my mind; That the formal was quite possibly the last time I am ever going to see these people. And despite my valiant attempts to push the notion from my consciousness, i couldn't help but feel the night be tinged with sadness.

The night started with fashionably late. But we didn't miss out on anything so it was all good. As we arrived and began to mingle, i couldn't help but but awed. Everything looked stunning, the cars, the girls, and even the guys. It was just how i imagined; awesome. So we walked in, took our seats and watched the screens. Hundreds of pictures flashed before our eyes. Photos of our younger selves contrasted with more recent ones. Our (for the most part) 6 year journey together was right there on screen. Scenes from of camps, excursions, carnivals set the nostalgic atmosphere for the upcoming night. The Formal Awards 09 were handed out and we got our dinner. It looked good, but tasted even better (even if there are concerns of food poisoning).

For the most part, i had completed the to-do list in my mind. I said hi to most of the people i wanted, i took pictures to remember the night (people upload!), and i almost drowned out the thought of it being the last night. We laughed everything, we smiled at nothing, we sang to lil' jon, and we attempted to dance like solja boy. Life at that moment was good. But the night was coming by all too quickly, forcing the formal to an inevitable end. I held my smile as we went our separate ways. Off to starcity. The afterparty was... an experience. Talked more, laughed more, had a blast. Would've done things differently if i could do it again, but hey, that's life. We learn from our mistakes.

All in all, it was a night worth remembering. However, i do feel a tad guilty that i didn't completely seize the night. Pictures were not taken with certain people as had hoped for, nor were the promises fulfilled. Promises i had made to myself. But I cannot dwell in the missed opportunities or in any state of regret. It was our formal, and we made it ours. One day when all we have our the memories, this night will live on in my mind. And i want to be able to look back on the 17th of November 2009 with a smile on my face and a contentment in my heart.


Introducing a new segment to According to Angelo:

WHAT RUINED MY DAY!
Today (the18th) was ruined by my lack of organization. Not completely paying of school fees and not handing back all textbooks has disallowed me from signing out and officially ending my highschool life. I must now await the 23rd to be completely free from the bonds of secondary education. I am still a highschool student.

DAILY SHOUTOUTS!
- To anyone who used their ninja instincts to read this post.
- To cecilia! Have an awesome trip my friend. I shall see you soon.