At exactly 3:15 p.m, something interesting happens at Dalat. It’s not something loud or dramatic. Quite ironically, it's the complete opposite… just silence. One second, the senior campus is alive, and the next second it’s basically a speed run of who can leave school the fastest, and everybody disappears at the same time. If you stand there long enough, you could almost magically hear the echo of backpacks zipping up in perfect sync.
If you ask me, it’s pretty impressive.
Before this year, seniors used to actually stay after school. People would function normally after school, like hanging out with friends, playing basketball, talking for hours, and then finally slowly making their way home. The basketball court was the highlight, it was practically the main gathering spot after school. There used to be games every day, lots of noise, and the adrenaline was brought to the max.
However, now, it’s really depressingly different. After 3:15, you blink, and it’s empty. For me, it wasn’t like “a few people left” type of empty feeling, but rather like a “did I miss something or why do I feel like I’m missing something” type of empty feeling. It’s really sad.
One of my good friends, Alex Misra (12), said, “Well, well, well, 3:15 is the bell, and everybody must go straight home.”
Another noticeable change is the upper field parking lot. Since it’s no longer there, students who drive now get a built in daily walk to and from school. Morning walk in, then afternoon walk out. It’s basically two free cardio sessions without a choice. The only good thing about that is it wakes you up, eventually.
At 3:15 p.m. The bell rings, and everything resets. Hallways clear out fast, stairs feel emptier than ever, and parking lot traffic starts immediately. People are already halfway home, while others are still putting books in their bags. It’s almost like everyone collectively agreed on the same invisible schedule without ever talking about it. Perhaps even the teachers noticed how quickly the campus resets.
Regardless, there’s something funny about it. No matter what happened during the day, everyone somehow syncs up at the end and just leaves at the exact same time, like it’s programmed.
Even though senior year might not always be loud or chaotic after school anymore, it definitely has its own rhythm. 3:15 p.m. bell. And then everyone’s gone. Everyday, just like clockwork.
Comments
Post a Comment