Junior year or I may call it, am-I-the-only-person-to-be-blamed year. Words can't exemplify the thought of how the first two weeks stumble upon me. I mean, I haven't been in this catastrophe before and I can't comprehend why all of it were so soon to come.
My summer vacation was exceptionally vintage since we stayed in Heritage Village of Vigan, Ilocos Sur and I was blown with the wind by the over-sized fan blades of Bangui Windmills in Bangui, Ilocos Norte. Anyway I'm telling you all these just to abridge all the bitterness I have inside me. I really need someone who'll listen not judge, and who'll understand not condemn me. I hope you'd fathom what I mean.
Going back to my III-Nitrogen life, my classmates did change. I guess because they're much more persevered in studying, doing our homework's, etc. and I could honestly say that somehow I feel the same way for me. I don't know if they think the other way around but I do really care to know.
First day of school was a scream for ten dashing months of restless nights and school days. And all that's running through my mind was "the time should stop right now, I hope summer's not yet over, a storm should come just to have the storm signal, please good name grant us that June 14 classes, ohmigosh..." But I'm not dreaming. I know all of it was real and I should get going for me not to have an ugly record of tardiness. And with that I was wrong and wasn't able to reach on-time and Sir Tom gave me a word that if I would have another 2, that would call for a teacher-parent talk or the worst, suspension. I was afraid and I did my best to wake myself up early. I don't want my parents to go to school just because I did something stupid or anything, I'd be very aghast if that would happen.
"Oh hi there Eyo, Jeo and Alexis!" I saw my friends and I almost jerked out of delight. I could only say one thing. I MISSED THEM SO MUCH. And I'm really glad to see them waving back as though they feel the same thing. The orientation started and so with my bad luck.
Days passed, a whole lot more of misery approached and I cried because I can't take it anymore. But the thing is my friends and classmates were there for me, believing that I don't deserve any little thing of what had happened and I owe them that. THANK YOU VERY MUCH.
I don't think being a junior is that bad though. Maybe I was just taken aback but that doesn't mean I'm not to enjoy even a thing of it. I am surprised at myself that my favorite subjects are English and Analytical Geometry which were my least favorite before. And I think I have loved those subject because of the subject teachers. I'm not flattering them though I'm just trying to tell the truth. I go crazy when it's English time because that's the only way I could release all the bad vibes I got on the early subjects and again I hope they would understand. On the other hand, I cherish Geometry because the way she taught it was very differently from our sophomore year.
Things happen for a reason and as soon as possible, I need to know what that is before it's too late. I don't have anymore to say because I don't have much of a fun experience and I don't want to ruin anyone's. I think this is long enough bye.
Going back to my III-Nitrogen life, my classmates did change. I guess because they're much more persevered in studying, doing our homework's, etc. and I could honestly say that somehow I feel the same way for me. I don't know if they think the other way around but I do really care to know.
First day of school was a scream for ten dashing months of restless nights and school days. And all that's running through my mind was "the time should stop right now, I hope summer's not yet over, a storm should come just to have the storm signal, please good name grant us that June 14 classes, ohmigosh..." But I'm not dreaming. I know all of it was real and I should get going for me not to have an ugly record of tardiness. And with that I was wrong and wasn't able to reach on-time and Sir Tom gave me a word that if I would have another 2, that would call for a teacher-parent talk or the worst, suspension. I was afraid and I did my best to wake myself up early. I don't want my parents to go to school just because I did something stupid or anything, I'd be very aghast if that would happen.
"Oh hi there Eyo, Jeo and Alexis!" I saw my friends and I almost jerked out of delight. I could only say one thing. I MISSED THEM SO MUCH. And I'm really glad to see them waving back as though they feel the same thing. The orientation started and so with my bad luck.
Days passed, a whole lot more of misery approached and I cried because I can't take it anymore. But the thing is my friends and classmates were there for me, believing that I don't deserve any little thing of what had happened and I owe them that. THANK YOU VERY MUCH.
I don't think being a junior is that bad though. Maybe I was just taken aback but that doesn't mean I'm not to enjoy even a thing of it. I am surprised at myself that my favorite subjects are English and Analytical Geometry which were my least favorite before. And I think I have loved those subject because of the subject teachers. I'm not flattering them though I'm just trying to tell the truth. I go crazy when it's English time because that's the only way I could release all the bad vibes I got on the early subjects and again I hope they would understand. On the other hand, I cherish Geometry because the way she taught it was very differently from our sophomore year.
Things happen for a reason and as soon as possible, I need to know what that is before it's too late. I don't have anymore to say because I don't have much of a fun experience and I don't want to ruin anyone's. I think this is long enough bye.
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