Dear 12S,
We’ve been through a lot of lasts this year. The last first day of school (remember when that felt like the worst thing to happen?), the last visit to CCD, the last time being forced to dance for being late to chemistry. The last day of school.
As it all comes to an end, it breaks my heart to be the one to deliver another last: the last Logbook post.
12S, the past two years haven’t been easy. We’ve been through a lot. From Dhimant and Kanay somehow stringing Vaswati ma’am along for six months without submitting a single long answer, to Anushree, Arooshi (you’re welcome), Arushi, Ida, and Tewari being absolutely roasted by KK sir because they were two minutes late to class. From some of us taking four months to finally decide which subjects we wanted in class 11, to Jai switching career paths from science to law… a year and a half later.
Through the thick and thin, there’s been one constant though. We’ve always been there for each other. I don’t think I could’ve made it through these two years without all of the adorable hugs from Ava, Anya Hen, and Armaan’s dog.
A few shoutouts. First, the cutest couple in the class: Pattani and Anya Gulli and Komu. Don’t forget to send me the wedding invite please.
Abhiraj, Satyam. My desk neighbours, for lack of a better term. Thank you for always making fun of my calculator. I could never bring myself to tell you this, but turns out I actually bought that calculator for 2k all along. Didn’t want to ruin the joke :(
Fero and Arjun. I don’t know how you do it, but somehow you manage to brighten up the day with your perpetual smiles no matter what. Both of you better mention me in your thank you speeches when you bag those Olympic golds.
Alina, I distinctly remember this one time you cried in fifth grade because you were one day short of 100% attendance. I still don’t get how you went from there to being out of school more than you are in it. At least Bhavya was consistent in her abysmally low attendance (proud of you btw Bhavya). Celina, I hope you know I’m never going to stop pronouncing it “Cell”. Thanks for being an amazing Spanish tuition buddy in class 10.
Himmat. I still remember the good old days when we used to play Minecraft—err, you used to set fire to everything I built while I’d just sit there watching. Never lose that killer sense of humour of yours. As for the accidental class comedian—Kaul—while none of us are over “jay’s nust” yet, I hope you know that we all love you from the bottom of our hearts, from K-caps to K-maps.
Whether we’re super close or we only speak occasionally, I can promise you one thing guys. I love all of you, and I’m going to miss each and every one of you. The last two years wouldn’t have been the same if even one of you hadn’t been there along the way.
Those of you who were there with me in 6E might remember how the Logbook began. I started it as a simple blog with no formatting, much less an iOS app. The only purpose was to help make some of your days easier. Seven years ago, I never even thought of the possibility of a “last post” on the Logbook. And yet here I am, knowing that this website will be frozen in time forever hereon out, this post an attempt to preserve the memories that we once made. I can only hope that some of you decide to re-read this a few decades down the line. That it reminds you of what was, and brings a smile to your face.
For the last time ever, this is Kabir, signing off.
12S Logbook 
