June 8, 2009 - First Day of Class

June 8, 2009 - First Day of Class

I was glad to see my friends again. I woke up early, prepared, all ready. I didn’t want to be late on the first day of school and so I was early. As I was thinking a lot last night of how would my day be, now, all I can say is that my day was very good. The night before, I have thought of my plans already for the year in school. Learn from yesterday, and if there are necessary changes to be made, I had to be aware and prepare myself. I knew there will always be changes for a new beginning, another chapter in my high school life.

My morning started with a very long prayer after I got up of bed. I hoped everything goes fine and smooth. I also hoped my asthma attacks won’t trigger while I’m at school because apparently I’m in not in a good health condition. I ate a few in my breakfast. Maybe I was nervous or what but my stomach wasn’t in the mood for an early work. A day or two might make my stomach adjust again and it will be normal. My sister was so excited of seeing her friends too. She couldn’t help herself blabbing about her plans and her plans with her friends while we took our breakfast. Of course, if it won’t come out from mom, I knew I just have to remind her that being in school isn’t all only about your social life and that she has to work hard so as mom does for us to be in school.

My best friend, Diane, came over after our breakfast. She wanted to go with us in school together. We both are happy to be able to see each other as often as we’d like now, which only school days could made it possible. I also miss my classmates last school year for I have treasured much of the friendship and the memories we shared.

While on the way to school, I was kind of worried on what section will I belong. My mom always wanted me to be in the first section because of all the opportunities you can get, probably because there’s more and that your chances are great. But I thought about the positive side. I knew I have to. Like if I’m ever going to be in a regular section, I’m going to be more challenged to work even hard on my studies. Of course I too, aside from my mom, want to belong to the honor’s class. Another thing that’s good to belong to a new family again and a new set of people is that I’ll be having more friends. More friends would mean more fun and more people to have you in company at times. And I also want to prove to them that even though I’ve been from the different section from them before, I’m also a lot like them.

I was admitted to St. Cecilia class where it was my first time to ever experience having a male adviser ever since I started schooling. I was wondering what it would be like, different from having female teachers that I was used to. I had a few friends at first but later on I managed to be able to get acquainted to unfamiliar faces to me. Somehow, I was grateful for some who welcomed me to “a new world” they said. I felt happy with that and took it as a complement. It helped me gained more confidence towards them.

During recess and lunch breaks, back to usual, I was always together with my last year’s group of friends. Even though we we’re really apart from each other of our classrooms, we thought we’d manage to still stay together. I was delighted to see my former classmates and exchanged ideas & laughter. I visit them in their classrooms too.

I’ve got a lot to share but that I want to give a limit. Some are to be kept in me although I would really love to share it. I’m really that type of an outspoken person if you give me a chance to let you know who and what I am that no one else can decide who I want to be.