sometimes i hate melancholic writing, but when you get that surge of idea suddenly rushing into your brains, you JUST got to write it down. The same goes for memories recollection, it can suddenly just flash into your mind without you noticing.
For me, i felt like i just started high school yesterday.
Year 10 was the beginning for me, freshly graduated from the chaotic junior high school (even though in hindsight, i felt like it was pretty much the same). And ten i enter this school, having no previous knowledge only with the information that mom provided. At first i was accepted pretty well despite my racial differences, i made friends quickly and adapted in the same manner.
Things seems to flash through, the orientation week, the retreat, and many other activities. the short time span of year 10 made it go un-noticed
memorable memories:
1.My first crush in this school:
owh boo-hoo, guess what it doesnt end well. but whatever, i learned that random freaky acts does not get you a girl, and publicly declaring your intentions maybe good on some cases, but no in majority.
2.Retreat drama
meaning two things, the actual drama and the real life drama that followed. i get quite a taste of fame (despite not doing a thing). especially year 7 students ( i went like meh...), even though that this is going to haunt me later on.
YEAR 11 was a very different feel compared to year 10, at this stage your "image" is already portrayed and whom you hang out with will ultimately shape people's perceptions and your own place in the school.another different feel is that class is segregated between one subject and the other, so the feel of each class is different.
for me, year 11 is like a roller coaster ride that im both overjoyed and resented...
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hmm, i hope you don't still hate her.
-looking for peace-
there are two parts...to forgive and forget. for me i have forgiven her, but i do not forget her. i hope she may have done the same for me.
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