Sweat trickles down my neck,
As I sat; 2nd file, 7th row from the back,
And I look up into the sky,
Dreaming while waiting for time to fly.

I see me in shining armour,
Fighting a beast with my valour,
Exchanging blows, the signs of battle were everywhere,
But mysteriously silent without even the sound of a falling hair.

Beast vanishes and my thoughts reach back further yet,
Before those ten days the test I had,
Before I went to embrace my coming of age,
Before the test to prove I was no longer merely a page.

My thoughts go back to those distant days:
Games with the other pages and minor frays,
From boring lessons of times from long ago,
To exciting lessons on how to shoot an arrow.

And as I go through each memory,
I sometimes shake my head or smile faintly,
For I realize that theose were more than lessons,
Each part was in fact small steps in my preparation.

But as one knows, all thing must come to an end,
Returning home once again; away from the ravished land,
To rest, to take a breather and to hopefully say,
I did my best and we won the day.

So we say our last goodbyes,
Leaving behind friends whom we seem to have known all out lifes,
For tomorrow lies a whole new chapter,
This time to gain wisdom, poise and character.

SPM is over... let the celebrations begin!!!