According to www.netflix.com, Spartans are among the most fascinating social beings in ancient times.
But with a more recent research, ie, according to www.albertbabes.com, SparTans are "Ahoo! Ahoo!" beings:
Amazing. Hot, high and holy. Outgoing. Outstanding.
They have a sense of individuality yet they are united.
They sing different songs yet their melody is harmonious.
They are fun-loving, good-natured, incredibly sweet and awesomely talented.
I am not into history that much and I so wondered why the group assigned under my care for a year has named itself as such. But i was all ready to give my all starting the first day I met with the SparTans, and so even if I was feeling chary, I jumped in and joined. I was convinced that I will be able to find out.
First I was afraid, I was petrified. Kept thinking I could never live with them by my side. But i spent a few of many nights thinking how they proved me wrong. I grew strong. I learned how to carry on!**
And so it goes for the rest of the year. The SparTans have consistently awed me with their loving and caring spirits. Though school has not always been a desirable ride, still, every twist and turn was made memorable by their company. Together they worked hard; they strived to keep on moving, to keep improving despite many humps and bumps. They triumphed in most cases, lost in some but more importantly, they learned from everything that they have done.
And now it is closing time. The SparTans are soon going to walk out the doors of ICA. They will be going back to outer space - maybe to Mars***- to start again, to start anew. But knowing them, i am sure that they will survive. For as long as they know how to love - love the new school environment, love the new challenges, love the company of new friends - I know they will stay alive.
The past few days gave me a feel of how it is to be in the classroom without most, if not all of them, and I guess I already have a definite answer to the recently classic question: "Teacher, will you miss us?" My dear SparTans will hurt me with their goodbye; I might crumble**** but surely, I will not die. (Not yet. I still have to see them become stars in their chosen fields in the future). So I hope that they will not be bothered by the sad look upon my face. Now that they are ready, and are fully-equipped, they just have to turn around now, go, walk out the door...they have a life to live. They have a life to lead.
And as for me, I will survive. I should live until they would be back to "bother" me. And I would gladly welcome them with open arms. Because to them, I will forever be grateful.
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*Meet the Spartans pokes fun in various films; SparTans poke fun and joy into you.
**Adapted from I will Survive of Fleetstyle
***Most Accomplished Revitalizing School
****I may not be able to cry, but I can crumble...coz it is what rocks do!
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