The finish line oficially begins tomorrow afternoon. Go SIXTREME. This is it. Independence is at hand. Yet what is this feeling that's been causing my spine to tingle, and my eyes to get welled up with tears? I hate this feeling. It's like I'm out of my sanity. One minute I'm happy 'cause I'm about to leave the school, then a minute later I start wiping my tears with my sleeves because of that same reason. Ang labo diba?

SIXTREME. The beautiful. The late-bloomers. The pasaway. The cutiez. The heartthrobs. The humorous. The talented. The gifted. The best of the best (With exception of one. Yes you.). We truly made a difference in the School of the Holy Spirit of QC. We brought about change in almost everything. We set high standards for the incoming seniors. We, Sixtreme, are truly extreme. In the next years to come, may we never forget this 4-year experience of being a high school student, our memories with our friends and teachers, our failures and defeats, and our victories and triumphs. It's over and done. We have reached our arete, but we will forever have kleos in the school where we grew up for 12 years. Immortality--let's take it, for it's ours.

Tomorrow, let's march as if there isn't any tomorrows left for us. Chins all up. Be proud because we have truly made it. After this, let us strive for even loftier goals. Let's show them all who SHSians are.