Grade 12 is my ocean. I'm no longer wading, as I was before, pacing back and forth in the shallow waters. I am gliding unhindered in it's depth. My eyes closed, I know there's other students swimming towards me. They're younger, and they are beginning their transition from wading, then kicking, and eventually, existing with the ocean as I am. I'm treading, but my legs do not sore. I am in a beautiful, happy place. My teachers are the vibrant and rejuvinating mist on my face. They are the electrifying blues fading to teal then never ending hues of green. My friends are the thrashing waves. Their passion, their successes, their beauty and flaws throw around me. Their beautiful, tireless, relentless energy embraces then drives me. This ocean, the harmony of teachers and friends alike, my absolute love for life, is nothing short of a euphoria. Grade 12 is my sea with waters of blue and green ecstasy.