I'm blogging again, yay! Well anyway, I took my sister to school this morning. I felt like I was the one excited to go to school. The night before, I couldn't sleep at all. I even got to watch Mr. Bean's holiday on HBO which was shown past 12 midnight already. But thankfully I gave in to sleep not long after I finished watching. It was strange, for a person like me who wakes up at around 12nn or 1 pm in the afternoon, I really woke up at around 5:30am. And I didn't set an alarm, too. I was so proud of myself. When I woke up I even thought that my sister already left for school since it was too bright for 5:30am.
I really wanted to see my sister off. I watched her eat, take a bath and change clothes. I knew that my younger sister was excited and I was too, even though it wasn't me who was going to school. On the way there, we met up with our neighbor at the 'Friendship park'. She was with a friend of hers. We went ahead but we met up with her again in the main road. When I saw them walking together and chatting happily at the same time, excited, I thought to myself, "I was just like that not too long ago." I held back my depression at that moment. When we got to school, I went with my sister inside up to her room. The hallways were buzzing with excited students, new and old, familiar faces and new ones. I saw teachers and greeted them happily. On the way out I glanced at the bulletin board that had the names of the students and their classes. I remember pretty well that I like to look at that bulletin board to see who my classmates were and if there were any new students. hearing the students greet each other as if they haven't seen each other for ages made me miss the times when we were like that as well.
Everything was so nostalgic when I went back to school, even if it was just for a brief moment. I've been there lost of times for the yearbook, but this was the first time I actually felt so sad(?). I'm not sure what word to describe how I felt. Everyone was so happy and so innocent. I won't blame them, most still have a long way to go before they graduate from high school.
When we got back to the house, I wanted to sleep again but I couldn't just like the night before. My thoughts were filled with so many things, most of them were the fondest memories I have with my friends. I don't regret anything that I did or how I went about in high school, but I guess I could've done more if I wasn't so caught up in my own little world. Maybe I'm feeling this way because I feel left behind by the others. But I think its because I know that what was happening all the time before(the funny jokes, the laugh trips, the goofing off, secretly texting in class, secretly eating in class, and so many more..) won't be the same anymore.
I wonder if these thoughts of mine is because all of us have been together for so long to the extent that we've been classmates since grade 1. And that I can't seem to let it go. I know that we can't be together forever but still....it makes me feel pretty down sometimes.
I really wanted to see my sister off. I watched her eat, take a bath and change clothes. I knew that my younger sister was excited and I was too, even though it wasn't me who was going to school. On the way there, we met up with our neighbor at the 'Friendship park'. She was with a friend of hers. We went ahead but we met up with her again in the main road. When I saw them walking together and chatting happily at the same time, excited, I thought to myself, "I was just like that not too long ago." I held back my depression at that moment. When we got to school, I went with my sister inside up to her room. The hallways were buzzing with excited students, new and old, familiar faces and new ones. I saw teachers and greeted them happily. On the way out I glanced at the bulletin board that had the names of the students and their classes. I remember pretty well that I like to look at that bulletin board to see who my classmates were and if there were any new students. hearing the students greet each other as if they haven't seen each other for ages made me miss the times when we were like that as well.
Everything was so nostalgic when I went back to school, even if it was just for a brief moment. I've been there lost of times for the yearbook, but this was the first time I actually felt so sad(?). I'm not sure what word to describe how I felt. Everyone was so happy and so innocent. I won't blame them, most still have a long way to go before they graduate from high school.
When we got back to the house, I wanted to sleep again but I couldn't just like the night before. My thoughts were filled with so many things, most of them were the fondest memories I have with my friends. I don't regret anything that I did or how I went about in high school, but I guess I could've done more if I wasn't so caught up in my own little world. Maybe I'm feeling this way because I feel left behind by the others. But I think its because I know that what was happening all the time before(the funny jokes, the laugh trips, the goofing off, secretly texting in class, secretly eating in class, and so many more..) won't be the same anymore.
I wonder if these thoughts of mine is because all of us have been together for so long to the extent that we've been classmates since grade 1. And that I can't seem to let it go. I know that we can't be together forever but still....it makes me feel pretty down sometimes.
Labels: 1st day of classes
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