Giving farewell to the school

Yesterday, my class (and one of our parallel ones; the others two have to wait for yet another week) went to our school for the last time and we slept there till today. Today, it was our last day - now we just have to do our maturita exam (we have the next week free and we are expected to dedicate ourselves to learning) and then we cease to be students (till we become the university ones, if we do - hopefully yes).
We obtained the permission to sleep in the school the last night. Different people (we were some 50 in there) passed the night differently (but we had to sign a paper, that we'd be behaving in accord with the school rules; this was in order to prevent any excesses; also we had to convince two teachers to stay in school together with us). Myself, I joined the group playing the guitar (myself, I was singing), later I went to see a movie about my teacher's and his two companions' trip to Crimea - there was a lot of funny interludes, but it had also a great documentary value. I wish I had a group of adventurous friends as well, to make actions like this - maybe I have them, we'll see in Romania :-) When the movie ended, we started to play various weird games. We went to sleep around 3 or 4 a.m.
We had to wake up early, as in the morning we had to make all the preparation for the farewell day - it's a custom for leaving students and we had some three hours to make a program for all the school; both to get some more cash from them, but more importantly, to...say farewell. We were selling (not only) home-made food, organizing a competition between two teachers' teams and all in all entertaining (or trying to) everyone.
In fact, I feel it's more a custom for the most of schoolpeople, than anything like a farewell party. It's also partly because the program, while sometimes funny, isn't anything extraordinary (compared to the maturita ball), some people consider it outright boring. Yet we already have to learn for our maturitas, so there's too little time to prepare anything extra. Maybe, it would be better to make it really the farewell party, but that would be perhaps far too sentimental.
As past weeks have been hectic, I haven't really felt this feeling of leaving that much. Now it came in all its power. The feeling that I'm going to leave the school where I spent almost half of my life... In my overall disordered life, I have a few points of stability and now, I'm just losing one of them. And even though I hope, I'll be meeting everyone of the people I like in there, I know, it won't be possible. Also, contrary to some other classmates, I consider the years spent in the school (especially the last three ones or like that) to be beautiful and happy and I fear if I'll be able to establish another domain of happiness in my life. Perhaps, I'd better think less about the future and more about the present...
Yet overall, I enjoyed yesterday and today very very much, regardless of any pessimistic thoughts :-)